Literotic asexstories – Saving My Sister Pt. 02 by Thrognar,Thrognar I woke up the next morning and looked over to see Anita still asleep next to me. I reached over and gently stroked her cheek, she mumbled something sleepily, opened her eyes, and looked over at me. She smiled, turned her head to kiss my hand, then stretched, making her tits slide out from under the blanket before turning on her side to face me.
“I forgot how nice it is to wake up next to you.” she said, before leaning in to give me a good morning kiss.
“Yeah, I missed that too.” I said.
As I mentioned before when Anita and I went off to college, we had an apartment off campus, and lived together for a couple of years after college as well, and obviously we slept in the same bed, so the first thing we saw when we woke up was each other.
“Remember how we used to wake up?” she said, smiling, and running her hand down my torso until she reached my morning wood.
I ran my hand down along her body until I reached the warm valley between her legs. She was already wet.
“How could I ever forget?” I asked, my fingers expertly finding her clit.
We lay there for a couple of minutes, with her slowly stroking my cock and my fingers playing with her clit before I rolled over on top of her, and she guided my cock into her pussy. We locked eyes as we started to fuck, a lot slower than last night, just enjoying the feel of our bodies pressed together and my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Again we didn’t need to say anything, the look in our eyes said more than any words ever could. For the next several minutes our bodies worked together like a well oiled machine.
Due to the many, many times we fucked and how well we knew each others bodies meant we could time our orgasms so we could cum at the same time, if not within seconds of each other. I was feeling it now, and I could tell she was too. A moment later we had simultaneous orgasms, I threw my head back and roared in pleasure as Anita screamed out her orgasm below me. I felt my cock throb as I fired several jets of cum into her pulsating pussy, and I could feel the warmth of her pussy juice as her pussy contracted around my cock, trying to squeeze every last drop out of me.
“Better than a cup of coffee.” I said, as I slowly pulled out and flopped down on my back next to her.
“Breakfast of champions.” Anita said, laughing.
“You know what amazes me?” I said.
“What?”
“That it took one bad relationship for us to realize that all we ever needed was each other.” I said, “We wasted so much time trying to find ‘the one’, instead of realizing we already had the one. We should have done this years ago.”
“Yeah,” Anita said, turning to look at me, “As much as I love you, and as good as sex with you is, I sometimes wondered if one of the guys I was with would be the one I could spend my life with. But like I said, I couldn’t get off unless I was thinking about you, no matter how good they fucked me, they couldn’t fuck me like you can. Being with John made me realize how stupid it was for me to look for the perfect man, when I had one right in front of me my whole life.”
“For so long I wanted to ask you to move in with me, but just like you with the guys, I sometimes thought whoever I was dating at the time might be the girl for me.” I said, “Although even if I found the one, I know I wouldn’t be able to stop cheating on her with you.”
“Well, it’s like we always said, it’s not cheating if it’s family.” Anita said smiling and rolled out of bed, “Come on, let’s go take a shower. I feel grimy, you can wash all my hard to get places.”
“I’ll wash all your easy to get places too.” I said getting out of bed and following her into the bathroom.
“Promise?”
A few minutes later, after a very thorough shower (in which I did in fact wash all her easy and hard to get to places, and she washed all of mine), we were sitting in the living room when my phone rang. “Hmm, it’s Becca,” I said checking the number.
Rebecca (who just preferred to be called Becca, so much so that she actually legally changed her name as soon as she turned 18) was a friend of Anita’s from her first job, and was, for a brief period 2 years ago, my girlfriend. That was one of the few good breakups I had, and we had managed to remain good friends ever since.
“Hey Becca, what’s up?” I said, putting the call on speakerphone.
“Not much,” she said, sounding concerned, “Charlie, have you heard from your sister lately? I got a Facebook message from John last night. He said when he came home yesterday the front door was unlocked and Anita and all her stuff was gone.”
“I’m right here, Becca,” Anita said, “I left him. I just haven’t told him yet.”
“Oh thank god,” Becca said, sighing in relief, “I’m glad you’re alright, but what’s going on?”
So, Anita reiterated everything she had told me yesterday, adding in how I went back with her to help her clear her stuff out.
“So for the time being, I’m staying with my brother until I can figure out my next move.”
“Shit,” Becca said, “I can see why you left him. From the sounds of things he’s going through your friends list on social media because a few of our other friends have been calling and messaging each other asking if we knew where you were. When I couldn’t reach you on your phone or social media, I figured Charlie would be the only person who might know what was going on.”
“Well, you can relax now,” I said, “She’s safe and sound. You’re not gonna say anything, are you?”
“Oh hell no,” Becca said, “I’ll get in touch with our friends and I’ll just let them know you’re safe. I won’t tell them where you are just in case he tries to coerce the info out of them.”
“Thanks Becca.” Anita said.
“Of course, and if you need anything, just let me know.” Becca said.
“Thanks, but I think I’ve got everything I need right now.” Anita said, smiling at me.
“Oh, one more thing,” Becca said, “Just in case he tries to get in touch with you, Charlie. He’s playing it off like he’s concerned about her, but after what Anita just told me, the messages from last night, and the concerned calls and messages from our friends, it sounds like he’s just looking for her so he can drag her back kicking and screaming.”
“That’s not gonna happen,” I said, “But thanks for the heads up.”
“No problem. I’ll talk to you guys later.”
After I ended the call, Anita looked at me.
“Can I borrow your computer?”
I got my laptop and Anita logged onto her Facebook account and right there in her messenger were a bunch of messages, most of them from John, the rest from Becca and her other friends.
“He is going through my friends list.” she said, noting that there were at least 45 messages.
“Does he have your Facebook login info?” I asked.
“Yeah, unfortunately. Plus he made me add him to my friends list.” Anita said, making a sour face, “Just like he checked my phone, he checked my social media all the time. In fact… let me change my login information.”
After she did that she clicked on his messages.
“Where the hell are you?”
Seconds later “Anita this isn’t fucking funny.”
1 minute later “Answer me god dammit!”
2 minutes later, “When I find you, you’re gonna be sorry!”
There were at least two dozen more messages just like those, messages demanding to know where she was, how he was going to find her, and thinly veiled threats of what he was going to do when he did.
The messages from her friends were all variations of “Where are you?” and “Are you okay?”
“Wait a minute,” I said, “He’s going through your friends list, and I’m on your friends list. Becca said he might try and contact me, so…”
I grabbed my phone and logged into my FB account, and wouldn’t you know it, he did message me. But just like Becca said he took a different tack with me.
“Hey, you might not remember me, but I’m John. Your sister’s boyfriend. I haven’t seen her since yesterday. I was just wondering if you’ve seen her or heard from her. I’m very worried about her.”
“Yeah, bullshit.” I muttered.
“I shouldn’t poke the bear, should I?” she asked me.
“Poke that motherfucker.” I said.
She smiled, cracked her knuckles and typed, “Don’t worry about where I am, because I’m not coming back. We’re done.”
“Finally!” he responded, “And what do you mean we’re done? You don’t get to make that decision! Who the fuck do you think you are talking to me like that?”
“I do get to make that decision,” Anita responded to him, “You don’t make decisions for me anymore. You want to boss someone around, then boss around that bimbo you’ve been seeing behind my back.”
Her insinuating that he was cheating on her, seemed to be spot on. “How’d you know about that?”
“Don’t worry about how I know,” she typed, “Just know that I do, and that we’re through. Stop pestering my friends. They’re not going to tell you where I am, and neither am I, so don’t try to find me. I’m blocking you now.”
She blocked him and messaged all her friends to do the same. Meanwhile I responded to his message to me.
“Yeah, I remember you. What’s going on?”
It took a couple of minutes for him to respond, probably trying to calm down so he could send me a message that didn’t make him sound like a raging lunatic.
“We had an argument the other day, and when I got home yesterday she was gone.” he said, “I just want to know that she’s okay.”
“She’s fine.” I typed.
“Thank god,” he replied, “Where is she?”
“Don’t worry about it.” I said.
“What do you mean don’t worry about it?” he asked, and I could imagine he was getting bent out of shape again, “She’s my girlfriend.”
“Not anymore she’s not,” I responded, “I know why she left, she told me everything. Don’t bother looking for her, or I’ll make you regret it. Do yourself a favor and stay the fuck away from my sister.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” he asked, and I could imagine he must be fuming. I got the image of him in my head turning beet red with steam coming out of his ears like a cartoon character.
“I’m her goddamn brother.” I said.
If he sent a response I never saw it because I also blocked him.
“You don’t think he’s gonna try and find me, do you?” Anita asked, after making sure she had messaged all her friends to block him.
“I’ll talk to Patrick and Sara to keep an eye out for him.” I said, referring to the cops who lived next door. “You got a picture of him I can send them?”
“I might have a few,” she said, “But most of them were on my phone… which I left behind.”
“I said I’d buy you a new phone.” I said. “In fact we can do that today.”
“Yeah, but I’m still worried,” she said, biting her lip.
“Don’t worry, my neighbors are cops, remember?” I said.
She smiled, “You’ve always looked out for me.”
“Of course,” I said, “You’re my sister.”
“Let me properly thank you.” she said.
She slipped off the couch and pushed my legs apart and undid the tie on my lounge pants. I picked my hips up so she could pull my pants and underwear off, my cock quickly rose to the occasion, and with a practiced ease, Anita wrapped her lips around it.
I sighed in pleasure as my twin sister started sucking my cock, slowly at first, looking up at me with those gorgeous brown eyes of hers that perfectly matched mine. No matter how many times I had my dick in her mouth, I would never get tired of it. Several of my past girlfriends enjoyed sucking cock, but Anita really enjoyed it. She got more and more into it as she sped up and sucked my dick like her life depended on it. My head flopped back and I just enjoyed the feeling of her warm mouth working its magic on my prick.
I felt her give me one final lick and then she stood up and quickly shed her clothes, she climbed on the couch and straddled my lap, and lined my cock up with her pussy and impaled herself on my cock.
“Thank you,” she said before leaning in to kiss me, “for everything. I love you so much, Charlie. You are the best brother in the world. And more importantly from now on, you’re all mine.”
She braced herself on the back of the couch and started riding my cock. Her big, beautiful tits were inches from my face, gently bouncing on her chest in time with her movements on my cock. I leaned forward and took one of her hard brown nipples into my mouth. She moaned happily and leaned forward to give me better access. I grabbed her ass and helped control her movement on my cock as we both moaned in pleasure.
“I will never, ever get tired of this,” she sighed as she pulled back a bit, and I looked from her tit, now wet with my saliva up to her face, “You’re right. We should have done this years ago. Nobody makes me feel like you do. I feel incomplete without you.”
“I know what you mean,” I said, “Oh god that feels good. But yeah, you’re right. You’re not just my sister, you’re my soulmate. You’re the only woman for me, you always have been. You’re my hot little bitch.”
“Don’t you ever fucking forget it,” Anita said, “Now suck on my tities while I ride your huge fucking cock.”
She shoved her tits back in my face and continued to pump herself up and down on my cock, which felt like it was hard enough to break rocks. After several long, pleasurable minutes, we both knew it was time.
She pulled back and pushed my head back. “Give it to me, big brother. Fill my cunt with your cum.”
“Cum all over my hard cock Nini,” I gasped, “Coat my cock in your cunt juices.”
A moment later we both cried out in pleasure, managing to keep our eyes locked. I felt my cock throb and her pussy clamp down as we came together, me pumping what felt like gallons of cum into her pussy, while at the same time feeling like gallons of her pussy juice was leaking out of her. She rested her forehead against mine, both of us gasping to catch our breath, we laughed a bit and kissed each other, and Anita slowly raised herself up, letting my semi hard cock slowly slide out of her and sat next to me.
“Goddamn that felt good,” I said, “I like the way you say thank you. Give me a minute and I’ll say you’re welcome…” My phone rang, and I could tell by the ringtone, it was our mother calling. “Really mother?”
It wasn’t the first time my mother had called while Anita and I were busy making the beast with two backs, sometimes she called when we were building up to it, sometimes she called while we were in the middle, and sometimes, like now, she called after.
I put the call on speakerphone. “Joe’s pool hall, 8-Ball speaking.”
“Very funny Charlie,” mom said, “But this is serious, when was the last time you talked to your sister? We haven’t heard from her in weeks.”
“I just talked to her a few seconds ago, she’s right here.” I said.
“Hi mom.”
“Oh, Anita honey, we’ve been so worried,” mom said, “I tried to call you a few minutes ago, and got a message that your voicemail was full. Is everything okay?”
“No mom, everything is not okay,” Anita said.
Every time our parents called either before or after we had sex (we obviously never answered if they called while we were fucking), I always thought it was funny that we were having a casual conversation the people who had brought us into the world while we were naked in pre or post-coital bliss, and how they would most likely lose their minds if they knew.
“What’s the matter?” dad asked.
So Anita had to explain, again, everything she had told me yesterday, and what she had told Becca earlier, but with them interrupting to ask her to go into more detail, which she did, so even I was getting some new information about exactly how cruel and controlling John was. When it got to the part where I got involved I also helped clear things up. We ended by telling them that for the time being that Anita would be staying with me until she was sure John wasn’t out looking for her.
“Looks like you were right, son,” dad said once we were done. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”
I wasn’t much for “I told you so”, especially not to my dad, so I didn’t say anything.
“So you don’t have your old phone anymore?” mom asked.
“We were actually about to go out and get her a new one,” I said, and Anita shot me a questioning look, “You caught us as we were heading out the door.”
“All right, we won’t hold you then,” dad said, “Call us once you get the new phone set up.”
“Of course,” Anita said, “We’ll talk to you later. Love you guys.”
We said our goodbyes and ended the call.
“We were about to go out and buy me a new phone?” she asked me.
“Well what did you want me to tell them?” I asked, reaching between her legs, “That we just finished fucking and I was gonna fuck you again before we went out and got you a new phone? That would have gone over like a fart in church.”
“Wait a second,” she said, reaching for my cock, “Go back to the part about fucking me again.”
“Well, first I’m going to pull you up onto the couch like this,” she whooped with surprise when I pulled her onto the couch so she was lying on her back. “Then I’m gonna get over you like this. Then I’m gonna take my cock and stick it into your pussy like this…”
“Oh my fucking god!” Anita exclaimed, not expecting me to just shove my cock into her slick love canal.
“And then I’m gonna fuck you like this.”
I proceeded to mercilessly hammer my sister’s cunt, as our lips met in a passionate and steamy kiss.
“Oh god, yes Charlie, fuck me! Give it to me. Fuck your hot little bitch of a sister. Slam that fucking cock into me!”
“Like this?” I asked, throwing her legs over my shoulders and driving my cock deep into her, “You want your brother’s big fucking cock deep inside your hot little cunt? Huh? This what you want, Nini?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed, “I need it. Fuck me hard, as hard as you want, demolish my fucking pussy, I don’t care. Just please, don’t stop fucking me!”
“Oh don’t you fucking worry,” I grunted, “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you little sister. You’re not getting off this couch until I fill your cunt with my fucking cum!”
The dirty talk had just started one day about three or four months after we had started fucking. While it worked to get us more turned on, it wasn’t always a part of our sex life, but every now and then, it just came out and helped to get us even more worked up and made our eventual orgasms that much more intense. This was one of those times.
“Oh fuck, Charlie,” she moaned, “I’m fucking cumming! You’re making me fucking cum! Cum with me, shoot that hot sweet cum of yours deep inside my hungry cunt!”
“Oh yeah, Nini,” I groaned. “Cum for me. Let me see you cum, I love watching your face when you cum all over my cock.”
Our lips met as we came together and moaned our orgasmic bliss into each other’s mouth as I once again emptied my balls into my sister. Once we came down from our orgasmic high, and I pulled my now deflating cock out of my sister, we lay there for a minute catching our breath.
“You’re welcome.” I said, and she laughed.
Once we caught our breath we got up, cleaned ourselves up, got dressed and went out to get her a new phone. She was a little apprehensive about going out, worried that John was out looking for her, but we kept to the area where I lived (and again, John lived ten miles away and had no idea where I lived), and I hoped that even if by some bizarre chance we did run into him he wouldn’t be dumb enough to cause a scene in public. After we got Anita a new phone, I showed her around the area (she didn’t know the area that well due to the fact that every time she came to visit me it was strictly for sex), stopped off at a local restaurant for a late lunch and finally headed back home. There was no sign of John and for the most part Anita forgot about him as we just talked and had a good time.
“I had a good time today,” she said, once we were back home, “Let me pay you back.”
“Okay,” I said, smiling as I pulled out my dick.
Anita smiled and dropped to her knees in front of me and gave me another one of her superlative blowjobs. If anyone could have seen us we would have made an interesting sight. Me standing there in the middle of my living room with my pants undone and my sister on her knees in front of me greedily gobbling my tube steak. I rested my hand on her head as she made obscene slurping noises as she stuffed my cock in her mouth. She tugged on my pants pulling them down to my knees and pulled her shirt up, reached into her bra and pulled her tits out.
I grabbed Anita’s head and started fucking her face, as I had so many times before. I was close and she could tell, and looked up at me with that same sultry look she always got when she had a mouthful of cock. That did it and I exploded in her mouth with a grunt of pleasure. Anita kept my tool in her mouth as I pumped several loads of cum into her mouth and right down her throat. A little bit leaked out the sides of her mouth and down onto her beautiful tits, and once she was done sucking me dry she wiped up what fell on her tits and licked her fingers clean.
I pulled her to her feet, guided her over to the couch, pulled her shorts off, pushed her down, dropped to my knees in front of her, pulled the crotch of her panties aside and started licking her pussy. She squealed in pleasure as my tongue found her clit. I went to town on the tasty treat nestled between her legs. Now it was her turn to grab my head and she started grinding her hips into my face, moaning with pleasure as I ran my tongue over every inch of her sopping wet snatch.
She grit her teeth and then screamed in pleasure as she had an intense orgasm, filling my mouth with a torrent of pussy juice. Just like she had become an expert in swallowing almost all of my cum, I had become proficient in getting most of her juices down my throat with only a little bit escaping out the sides of my mouth.
The time I had taken to eat her out had given my cock time to recover from her blowjob earlier, so I stood up, pulled her up to her feet, spun her around, and pulled her underwear down, but not completely off and she bent over the couch as I shoved my cock into her from behind.
“Fuck me big brother,” she purred. “Fuck me like only you can.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” I said, taking a moment to admire her gorgeous ass.
I grabbed her hips and started hammering my cock into her watching her ass cheeks jiggle as my hips crashed into them. Again I couldn’t help but to think what we must have looked like if anyone could have seen us. My sister bent over the couch with her shirt pulled up, her tits pulled out of her bra, her underwear halfway down her thighs, and me behind her with my pants and underwear still down around my knees, hands on her hips, driving eight inches of cock deep inside her, both of us moaning and groaning in sexual pleasure.
I felt Anita reach under herself and start massaging her clit as I continued to fill her pussy with her favorite toy. She’d occasionally slide her hand a little further back and trail her fingers along the bottom of my cock, and I’d slow the pace just a bit before picking the pace back up when she went back to playing with her clit. The house was filled with our moans of pleasure, with Anita occasionally saying “oh my god” or “yes”, but mostly just moaning wordlessly in pleasure. After several long and very pleasurable minutes we eventually reached the moment when we couldn’t hold back anymore, and I grunted in pleasure as I slammed my cock all the way into her and started to unload several blasts of cum deep inside her. Anita let loose with another one of her ear shattering orgasmic screams. Her body shook as her orgasm ran through her, and she slowly pulled herself off my cock, which was slowly going limp.
Finally we both slumped down on the couch in our semi dressed states just trying to catch our breath.
“When I said I wanted to pay you back, I was thinking more along the lines of cooking you dinner.” she finally said.
“Maybe not like this though,” I said, indicating our half naked bodies.
We pulled our clothes off and got her new phone set up. We didn’t bother getting dressed, because what was the point? When we lived together before we often went around mostly or semi-naked because why the hell not? We had seen each other naked thousands of times already, it was just the two of us, and it’s not like there were any nosy neighbors peeking in our windows. We eventually did have to get dressed so I could introduce my sister to Patrick and Sara, the police officers who lived next door. Sara was the only one home at the time since they didn’t work the same shifts so someone could be at home with their 5 year old daughter Lynn who I would sometimes babysit.
We told her all about John. Anita gave her all the information she had on him; his full name, address, phone number, the make, model and license plate number of his car, a picture of him she pulled from FB from when she and John had started dating, and screenshots of all the threatening messages he had sent her. She promised she’d pass the information onto Patrick when he came home and that they’d keep an eye out, and to call them if he did show up.
“Feeling better?” I asked as we walked back over to my house.
“Yeah,” she said, “In fact I think I’m happier now than I’ve ever been. There’s still this slight worry that John might find me, but as long as you’re around, I know I’m safe.”
“You know me, Nini.” I said, kissing her on her forehead, “I’ll always take care of you.”
Once we got back to my place, Anita got in touch with our parents as well as all her friends to give them her new phone number, and eventually cooked me dinner, her original plan for paying me back for buying her new phone and taking her around town earlier.
“So, I was thinking, I’m gonna need a job.” she said as we ate. “I appreciate you letting me live with you, but I don’t want to be a freeloader.”
“Can you get your old job back?” I asked.
“I doubt it,” she said, frowning, “John made me quit pretty abruptly. I may have burned that bridge. I mean I can try, but I’m not holding out much hope they’ll welcome me back with open arms.”
“Well, I know some people,” I said, “I’ll make some phone calls and see what I can do for you. You just need to touch up your résumé.”
“Thanks, Charlie,” she said, smiling, “You really are the best brother ever, and I’m not just saying that because of the sex, although that is a big part of it. Speaking of which, I think it’s time for dessert.”
She stood up, and walked towards the bedroom, pulling her clothes off as she went. I quickly followed and we spent the next hour fucking and sucking each other.
The last we heard about John came from one of Anita’s friends who was a server at a restaurant. Apparently John and some girl came in one night and were seated at her table. Since he had never met any of Anita’s friends he had no idea she knew who he was, so she just treated the two of them like any other customers. However, about halfway through their meal, another girl showed up and confronted him. It turned out the girl he was with was his new side piece, and the girl that confronted them was the girl he was seeing behind Anita’s back, and it was implied through the argument that they weren’t the only two girls he was seeing. A shouting match ensued in the middle of the restaurant, and both girls ended up leaving him there humiliated. We never saw or heard from John after that.
Once I helped Anita get a new job we settled into a nice routine. It reminded me of the time we lived together during and after college. We were more like a married couple than brother and sister. We told our parents and friends that right now, it was just easier for the two of us to live together, and that Anita needed time to recover from her shitty relationship with John. Of course the truth was she didn’t want to be too far away from me, and vice versa. We fucked every night before bed, and on our days off, would have sex 2 or 3 times a day. Like I mentioned earlier we also didn’t bother with modesty, going around the house half or fully naked, since we slept together in the buff and showered together every day as well. She joked that getting to fuck her every day was my reward for saving her from a shitty, abusive, controlling relationship, and she intended to reward me every chance she got.
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