Gonna skip warnings,let's see who wants to complain about this,wrote this while lying in bed sick,took a day off from work. My computer is down so wrote n posted this from my phone.
Stone
Story4

We had originally called it "kiss wrestling" but in the end it turned into sexfighting. It was between me and my sister Carrie. She's thick,like our mom,and we've been wrestling physically since she was like six when we'd watch all American wrestling on usa network. It wasn't dirty than just me putting her in figure fours and body slamming her on the couch. We'd tear the living room up for years until mom told us to stop rough housing. By than I was fourteen and had been pitching tents during my matches with Carrie. She had always been chubby and it might've been due to that fact that she developed early. So after mom made the declaration to quit wrecking the furniture that Carrie and I started to wrestle like we were in slow motion. Eventually it evolved into kiss wrestling as once I'd pin her down I'd inevitably tickle my sister and pretty soon I was kinda groping her, by "accident" of course,but I'd whisper my slow "one...two...three" pin count in her ear.

My sister Carrie has had boobs since she was ten and now I'm a senior in high school,at seventeen,we still have kiss wrestling. She's a DD now,we creep down to the living room early so as to not wake our parents who could sleep through an earthquake. We're both wearing our pajamas but are still scantily clad since its a warm April morning. She's in a kind of tank top,braless,with bikini panties,both white with yellow trim; while I'm in just a pair of red silk boxers.
We kneel facing each other on the floor and when our hands go behind each others heads,where we used to do the collar and elbow lockup we'd watch them do on tv,now the tube sits dark as our faces would meet and our lips touched. Just slightly at first,of course I'd have a boner protruding from my boxers,which her lithe hand would find once the initial pecks gave way to slow open mouth French kissing. Our tongues dancing over each others while we'd pull one anothers head closer,from behind the neck.
I'd hear Carrie moan softly in my mouth when my fingers would graze her nipples through her top,they were always extremely sensitive. And her kissing would intensify once I held one of her firm breasts in my hand,kneading it gently. By now her hand would slide down the waistband of my boxers to encircle my swollen cock.
I broke our embrace by pulling her short blonde hair after I yanked up Carrie's top to expose her full tits,and ducked my head down to run my tongue around her left nipple. She gasped and shuddered softly,letting me suckle on her tits,alternating from nipple to nipple,before my sister shoved me back onto my haunches and dove mouth first onto my cock. She couldn't take the whole thing but she liked to try,mostly sucking the head like a lollipop. I was lying on my back,but bent so my heels were against the small of my back,groaning as Carrie went down on me. She was okay,but getting better;with my right arm I slid under to tweak her nipples. Carrie moaned and blew me faster,trying to make me cum in her warm mouth. I managed to slide my left leg out from under me and used it to kinda get her in a grapevine so I used her leverage,with Carrie halfway lying across my lap,to flip her over onto her side.
She seemed to know what was coming next and snapped her legs closed,but after we started French kissing again while I played with her big boobs,they soon opened up.
I slid my hand into her panties and felt her moist bush. She gasped audibly,and jumped a little,when my finger slid inside her soaking wet pussy. I teased her clit for a few seconds than resumed fingerbanging her while she humped her crotch back. Her fist was a blur,beating off my dick but like usual,I won.
Carrie came with a loud squeal and it felt like she pissed herself by how even more wet it got in her panties.
She lay there,gasping with her blonde hair stuck to her sweaty forehead. I didn't hafta say anything,I just slid off my boxers while still lying next to her,than crawled over to mount my sister. She held up her legs while I slid in slowly,she had problems taking my girth.
After a few strokes,Carrie was panting and moaning, I leaned down to suck her boobs while I pounded her missionary. To the winner go the spoils,winner got to fuck the loser but since she's been on the pill we didn't hafta worry about condoms or pulling out; Carrie gets an orgasm when I bust my nut inside her.
I wanted to hit it from behind so I backed out and flipped her over by her arm. Carrie was lifting her ass up,presenting,as I held her arm behind her back and my other hand pulled her short blonde hair.
"Oh ya,fuck me hard...make me your slut!" Carrie screamed while the sound of our bodies smacking together echoed down the hall. Something bout using my sister like a submissive whore gets me so turned on and I felt myself getting close but than Carrie came again and her moans pushed me over the edge. I erupted inside her while she moaned lewdly. Carrie kept humping my softening cock until I fell out and she barely whispered," I love your thick cock....goddamn that was good."
She went to go pee out my boys than we watched wrestling until mom came down forty minutes later,I'll never know if Carries flushed cheeks ever gave away our hobby but it made me look forward to Sunday more than any church. Sometimes she did win too and would ride me while dominating with slaps,calling me her bitch so she liked winning too.