Repair with sister
My sister bought a new apartment. Not for herself, for her daughter. Time sure flies: it seems like just yesterday we were kids ourselves, and now both of our children have grown up and gotten married. Now they even need their own separate housing. The apartment is from the secondary market, quite decent, in good condition. But a cosmetic renovation is still necessary. Wallpaper needs re-pasting, floors need re-laying, ceilings need painting. And there's plenty of other little jobs. My niece and her husband are at work from morning till late evening, so mom had to take a vacation and take on the housing renovation.
And for now, the young couple is living with my sister. And who's going to help his beloved younger sister? No need to guess. And if
you consider that my experience with such work is vast, there simply are no other candidates. And time is no issue. No matter how you look at it, being a pensioner is a blessing. Especially when you're a young pensioner. Thanks to the state for letting servicemen retire to the reserves so early. I gathered the necessary tools, got into my faithful car, and drove off in quiet melancholy to my sister's. We decided that we would live in the apartment being renovated. Why waste time commuting from one end of the city to the other? And my niece promised to supply us with groceries and ready-made lunches and dinners. This is compensation for the convenience we're providing them by leaving them alone in my sister's apartment. They can fuck day and night because no one is bothering them.It's a young thing, the body hasn't had its fill yet. I know, I was like that myself. I, by the way, still wouldn't refuse if the opportunity arose. Although my niece snorted at my words, her husband understood everything correctly and even gave a thumbs up. Good on you, uncle! And in gratitude, he supplied us with alcohol in decent quantities. So it's going to take me a lot of time to get through all this.
The apartment has a toilet and a bath. Although there's a slight problem with the bed, but it depends on how you look at it. There's no bed at all. And Andryukha found a solution by buying an inflatable mattress. Well, that seems to be everything. Materials are delivered, tools are with me, there's a place to sleep, eat, shit, and wash. We can get started.
My sister, although she's gotten older, I still can't look at her indifferently. She really excites me. Petite, a slender figure, narrow shoulders, small breasts, wide hips. An Eastern type. Ever since we became lovers as kids, we still can't part ways. And so, first thing, as soon as we were alone, I, having missed her terribly, simply tore the clothes off my sister. Brazenly. There was nowhere to lay her down, so she, poor thing, had to stand, leaning against the windowsill and sticking out her ass, which I love so much. And spreading her buttocks and inserting it into the slit was no trouble at all.
She, resting her head on her hands, asked me not to wait for her, to finish myself. She'd get even in the evening, regardless of my fatigue. Right now she just isn't in the mood. If there's no mood, there's no point. After rocking for about ten minutes, I came inside my sister's pussy. I still can't get used to calling that organ of my sister's a cunt. And she doesn't call my organ a dick. Little elephant, radish, carrot, icicle — something like that. And hers is a little bun, pie, little dumpling, shell, oyster, little snail, pussy, pee-pee, and many other names.
My sister, swaying her ass, went to the bathroom to wash up. I followed. She was standing in the bathtub, directing the shower stream between her legs and washing out my seed.
— Ooh, sis! How overgrown you are!
— As if you're all smooth down there. Look at that bush! Your wife isn't keeping an eye on you. I'll give her a talking-to. If she doesn't shave herself, she should make you.
— Uh-huh. And she'll say that whoever it bothers should shave it.
— Well, I'll shave it then. In the evening. I need to call Lisa to bring razors.
— I have some with me. You think I'd look like Ravshan?
— I bought special ones, for intimate areas. Haven't tried them yet.
— Oh, then let her bring them, we'll try them tonight.
— Alright, go wash up, I'll put the kettle on.
We drank some coffee and got to work. It's warm in the apartment, even hot. Minimal clothing, just enough to cover up slightly. My sister in a little top barely covering her tits, me in an old tank top. Now that's clothing for all occasions. For the world and for a feast, as they say. My sister has shorts on her butt. And I know for sure there's nothing under the shorts. And so my hand itself, now and then, touches her ass, dives between her legs, feels her pussy. My sister just manages to spread her legs, letting her brother enjoy the touches. Obviously, her tits don't go unattended either. The top is quite loose, so my hand easily slips under it and gently cups that ripe fruit with its little nipple. And my sister doesn't lag behind, and even gets off on it.
I had just gotten on the stepladder, started peeling wallpaper off the wall, and she was right there. Zip! — and pulled off my tank top along with my underwear. And checks the condition of my carrot. After listening to a bunch of threats directed at her, from promising to spank her ass to threatening to fuck her so hard in the evening she won't be able to get up in the morning, she clicked her tongue, saying that cultured people don't behave like that: they politely ask someone to pull up their pants. And the pants, by the way, fell down by themselves, she had absolutely nothing to do with it. My wife put in a weak elastic. It's fine for her, she has button-up shorts.
Anyway, we cleared the room walls of old wallpaper. Prepared them for puttying. Well, that's for tomorrow. Today the plans are somewhat different. My niece and her husband arrived, brought food and drink. They argued for a long time about who would drive and who could drink with the relatives. The argument ended with me, winking at Andryukha, distracting my niece, and at that time Andrey knocked back a shot. Mother Lisa realized too late. Pretending she didn't really want to anyway, she quickly took her husband and they went home, leaving us, the builders of a bright future, alone.
We curtained the windows with old curtains. Not very good if neighbors from the building across the way watch a naked man and woman running around the apartment. They might even start selling tickets to the free show, and I, or rather we, wouldn't get any royalties. A clear violation of copyright. So screw them all. Time to attend to hygiene.
First, my sister spread her legs, allowing me to shave her from all sides. It's a good thing our breed isn't hairy, no particular shagginess is observed. Her legs don't need shaving at all, they're already smooth. A little on the pubic area, and under the arms. And my hair is on my pubic area, calves, and underarms. I trim short out of army habit, or rather, to the skin. Yes, I have a mustache. I grew it out from the first year of service and have worn it all my life. For this reason, shaving didn't take much time. The razors really were a miracle. They shave gently, don't scratch, don't slip in your hand. It's like running silk over your skin. Obviously, while shaving, I got hard and my sister got all wet. But we are stoics, ascetics, and other restrained people. We even took a bath together without connecting the radish with the salad bowl. What restraint!
My sister put on some kind of nightgown barely covering half her buttocks, completely transparent. She prepared a simple towel for me, just to wrap around my ass. And in such attire, we sat down at the table. That's saying it grandly. We spread something like a tablecloth on the floor, placed snacks and drinks on it. My sister sat down, crossing her legs like a pretzel, causing her pussy to slightly open, showing the pink interior of the sweet shell. Ooh, crazy! We just agreed to be patient, not to pounce on the treats like from a hungry cape, but to prolong the pleasure. And only when it becomes completely unbearable, then we'll copulate. Or come in some other way. Fortunately, since childhood we've accumulated plenty of them. We drank, ate a little. And decided to stretch out the feast. If you stuff your belly, you won't want anything else anymore. Especially since my sister's son-in-law made an effort and brought not just anything, but quite good Greek cognac. I poured myself a shot and asked my sister to give me a chocolate candy for a chaser. She handed me a whole box.
— No, not like that. I want it from your mouth. The lower one. — I clarified just in case.
She thought for a bit, figuring out what was what. Got it. Quickly stood up, came closer, slightly spread her legs and inserted a candy into the opening, so that the edge stuck out a little. Waiting for the chocolate to melt a bit, I drank and took the candy with my lips. Pulling it in, I sucked it in and started chewing. My sister's pastry got stained from the melted chocolate. Not good, need to restore cleanliness. Diligently, to the last speck, I licked this treasure, even stuck my tongue inside. Clenching her teeth, only emitting moans, my sister stoically endured my exercises in establishing cleanliness in a separately taken pussy. And I tried. And it worked. Arching towards me, groaning loudly, she grabbed my head, pressed me to herself, burying me in the opened shell as much as possible, shuddered several times. Relaxed.
— Thank you. I'm done.
And sat down next to me. In that same favorite pose. The slightly opened pussy glistened wetly from my saliva and her secretions.
— And you're tasty with the chocolate!
— Only with chocolate?
— I don't know. Let's try without sweets.
— Not now, I need a break.
And my sister cautiously moved away from me.
To say I was hard is an understatement. Not just hard, it ached from the rush of blood. It seemed if you touched it lightly, it would burst from tension. You couldn't bend it, only break it. She moved away, but not quickly enough. In a lunge, I caught and pinned the desired body to the floor. No, I wasn't going to rape fuck my sister at that moment. I just wanted to kiss her lovely mouth, with its cute lips. I was especially touched by the slightly swollen lower one. I always liked kissing it, even since childhood. My sister jerked, but immediately calmed down, realizing that nothing but kisses would follow. And that's something we both loved. We always kissed until our lips were swollen, until we were dizzy. And lips pressed against lips, tongues ran wild, penetrating mouths, hands squeezed, stroked, caressed bodies. Tearing away from her lips, I moved kisses to her neck. Thin, with a blue vein pulsing in time with her heartbeat. And then to her breasts. Kissed them in turn, sucking the nipples into my mouth, caressing them with my tongue.
My sister relaxed, completely surrendered to the caresses. And in vain. A couple of fingers involuntarily made the familiar journey and penetrated the opened slit of her pussy. My sister gasped, arched slightly, but wasn't in a hurry to get rid of my hand. So much for resting. And my lips, sliding down her belly, descended to the very bottom, where a treat in the form of a pie with sweet filling awaited them. My tongue penetrated the already opened shell and found the clitoris. And then everything went along the familiar path. I don't know about other women, but my sister could never resist for long the combined attack of a couple of fingers and lips with a tongue. And so she soon trembled, arched, moaned, and simply melted into jelly. That's it, another pleasure received. Now I really need to let her rest.
We caught our breath. Washed down the sweet kisses with cognac. Drank a few drops at a time. The goal wasn't to get drunk, but to get pleasure. We calmed down. Or rather, she calmed down. And how can I calm down when I'm sticking out so much you could hang Papa Carlo's pot on it. The one with lamb stew and garlic. We're talking. I'm anticipating how, starving, I'll burst with terrible force into this body, plunge my radish, which has been yearning for a wet and hot hole, into it. Look how red the head is. Not even red, bluish-purple. This isn't a radish anymore, it's some kind of beet.
— I've already come twice. And you haven't once. Maybe you should come?
— No. Let's sit a little longer. I'm in such a state that I'll come as soon as I touch you. I even doubt if I'll manage to insert it and not just come on your belly.
My sister laughed.
— Look what I've done to the man! Well, don't be sad, sweetie. Just a moment. I thought of something. And don't argue. I want it this way. Stand up. Come on, stand up, please.
Not understanding what she wanted from me, I stood up. My sister crawled to me on her knees, poured cognac into a shot glass, drank it in one gulp and then, before I could react, took the head into her lips. And I did warn her. A few sucking movements of her lips, a few flicks of her tongue on the head and I exploded. Literally exploded. My vision went dark, ringing in my ears. It seemed to me that my carrot was spewing seed endlessly long. It seemed. My sister swallowed, licked her lips, smiled sweetly
— How was I? Did you like it?
And my knees were like jelly, my legs wouldn't hold me. Sat down on the floor, sighed
— Well, you're such a bitch! You could kill your brother like that.
— Didn't kill you though. Did you like it?
— Veery much!
— See, and you were saying you wouldn't make it. You did. Not a single drop was lost. Delicious! Especially after the cognac. Will you have a drink?
— I'll have a drink. And I'll have a chaser the same way.
My sister fearfully pressed her palms to her pubic area.
— No-o! Don't! Later!
— I was joking. Let's fall onto the new mattress, try out what kind of bed they prepared for us.
This isn't a mattress. It's a sexodrome. Soft, huge, it embraced us, started rocking, lulling us to sleep. We hugged, lying there. My sister buried her nose in my chest, saying something. Her voice tinkles like a stream, lulling. And I didn't resist. Comrade Morpheus gently embraced me and pushed all thoughts out of my head.
How much longer would I have slept if not for that very Kashpirovsky alarm clock. Jumped up, ran to the toilet, clutching my ready-to-spill trunk in my hand. Phew! Made it! Got it there! Stood over the toilet, releasing the excess fluid. My sister flies in after me. And also presses her hand to her crotch. Just not running between her fingers.
— Oh, hurry! I'm gonna pee myself!
— Get in the bathtub.
She threw one leg over the edge of the bathtub, made a suffering face, and started tinkling. She's sitting on the edge of the bathtub, I'm standing over the toilet and we're laughing — two fools. Finished laughing. My sister pulled the shower hose, started adjusting the water.
— Might as well wash up.
— Go ahead, wash up clean.
— Yeah, you're such a boss. Go get dressed. What if Lisa drops by. And we're here naked.
— It would be better if she drops by and we're fooling around on the mattress.
— I can imagine: my daughter walks in and sees her