Lyndsey is my sister, my younger sister by a year. I am Liam and am twenty-two, she is twenty-one, only she acts as if she is fifteen, she is so childish. She still lives at home with our parents in Bingley, I moved out into my own flat just near the centre of Bradford, convenient for work for me and away from the prying, but with the best intentions, eyes of our parents. I was away a lot when I was at Uni, so moving into my own place after I finished Uni was easy.
I go back to Mum and Dad's on a Sunday for Sunday lunch. I go by bus, I don't own a car, and then Mum or Dad drop me back and pick up my laundry. Yes, Mum still does my laundry, I haven't afforded a washing machine yet, and the launderette round the corner has closed after a fire in the premises next door caused too much damage. Mum brings my laundry back on a Monday whilst I am at work. She tells me that it is no hardship for her, and she is happy to do it. Perhaps she likes to have a snoop around my flat, I don't know. Even though I have internal security cameras that record all movement, I don't check up on her.
The company I work for is one of the largest Management Consultancies in the world, and I am a Junior Consultant, working my way up the ladder, and part of a team that will go into an organisation, with the aim of addressing important problems for clients, their markets, and broader society - helping them transform, rethink risk, engage with complex tax and regulatory environments, while creating value in deals or crisis situations, and investing in high-quality audits. Very wordy, but basically, we are usually just a pair of eyes seeing things from an external perspective, and then giving guidance.
I got off the bus and hurried down the street to Mum and Dad's house, knocked and walked in.
"Only me," I shouted as I slipped my shoes off and went through to the kitchen to be met by my usual Sunday cuddle from my Mum. I disengaged and looked across at Lyndsey who was sat at the kitchen table doing her nails. She looked at me and stuck her tongue out. Like I said, she acts like she is fifteen.
"Your Dad has nipped to the supermarket for some milk, I used a lot making the Yorkshires for lunch, and then the custard for afters, so, he popped out to get a bit more to ensure that we don't run out," Mum said, explaining his absence.
"Cool. Custard, what are we having with it?"
"Sticky Toffee, it is your Dad's favourite."
To be honest I was pretty fond of it too. I looked across at Lyndsey who now had her foot up on the edge of her chair and was painting her toenails. It meant that I could see up her skirt at her crotch. Her knickers had small blue flowers on them and were stretched tight across her, little biological detail missed. She might be my stupid idiotic sister, but she has a good body, and I am not ashamed to admit that it is good to look at, and so I do, when the opportunity presents itself.
She saw me looking and stuck her tongue out again. I just smiled and turned back to look at Mum. Mum was an older version of Lyndsey, or rather, what Lyndsey would look like when she got older. The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree they say, and Mum also had a good-looking body, a decent curve to her, and one thing I love in an older woman, the little bump to her belly. I find that so attractive, a real feminine shape.
It is not like the beer belly that men get, it is a small hump that seems to grow just above where the crease of their sex would end, and I really find it fascinating. Lyndsey hadn't developed that yet; her stomach was quite flat in comparison to Mum's. I heard the front door open, that must be Dad.
"Hello Liam," Dad said as he came into the kitchen carry two bottles of milk.
"Hi Dad," I answered, giving him a hug as he came up to me.
Dad deposited the milk in the fridge, gave Mum a quick kiss, and I followed him into the lounge and sat in the armchair opposite the sofa. We talked about my job, how it was going, and how secure it was, and then Dad's job. They had offered him an early retirement plan, and he was considering it. We talked about how, with his experience, many companies would hire him as a consultant, and how the retirement plan could set him up to be self-employed and earn some good income and have the mortgage paid off by the retirement lump sum.
He seemed to like the idea, and being self employed he might have more flexibility on the hours and days that he worked. I told him that was my plan for later in life, but at the moment I liked the security of a salary. Lyndsey walked in and sat next to Dad, a little closely I thought, her knickers still on view from where I sat, I took the opportunity or another look.
"I'm going into town on Friday," she said.
"Nice," I answered, knowing what was coming next.
"Can I stay at yours? Save me getting a taxi home. I can get the bus back on Saturday."
"Yeah, s'pose. You're on the sofa though" I don't have a bed in my spare room, but the sofa in the lounge is a sofa bed, and she can use that. "You're not going to be late are you? Only I don't like to stay up late on a Friday, I have a long week this week, and will be shattered."
As it happened, this week I wasn't working Monday, but was working long days for the rest of the week. We had a big session with a client that we had been working with, going through our ideas and proposals, and my manager had said to take Monday off to relax and then be focussed for the client meeting. I had readily agreed, but it did mean I would be shattered by Friday. A lot of this was still new to me, and I had to make sure that my brain was utterly focussed all week, and that was tiring.
I could just imagine her walking around my flat in her knickers, how in the hell Dad copes I have no idea, perhaps he doesn't, perhaps he is upstairs wanking all day, God knows. I looked cross again, her knickers very tightly stretched across her fanny, her crease fully visible, in fact there was effectively a topographical map of her fanny covered by flowery fabric.
My dick was being totally unreasonable and stiffening and getting all caught up in my knickers. Uncomfortable. I stood and went to the downstairs loo, and managed to sort things out and make them more comfortable.
"Will you lay the table?" Mum called from the kitchen, "I'm ready to serve."
I went in and laid out four places, pecked Mum on the cheek and went back to the lounge, "lunch," I said and returned to the kitchen. I sit opposite Mum, with Lyndsey to my left and Dad to my right.
The lamb was delicious, I think Mum had slow cooked it all morning, the roasties superb and the Yorkshires added just the right note. The sticky toffee and custard went down a treat and after all was said and done, I helped Mum clear away whilst Lyndsey and dad went through to the lounge.
When I went back into the lounge Lyndsey was in the armchair, so I sat on the Sofa next to Dad, Lyndsey's knickers were on show again, only hiding from view when Mum came in. Was Lyndsey doing it on purpose, and if she was, was Dad her target, or me? Childish games with adult consequences. I would have a word when she came to stay.
Mum ran me home and picked up my laundry, not stopping long as she wanted to get back to get the washing on.
"I'll be home tomorrow when you bring my laundry back Mum, I have a day off as we will be working long hours the rest of the week."
"Oh fabulous Liam, we can have a coffee then when I bring it back."
"Yes Mum."
My dreams that night seemed to be filled with pale blue flowered knickers covering my sister's fanny. I chided myself and stood in the shower contemplating a wank as the water cascaded over my dick. Good job I didn't, Mum stuck her head round the door.
"Yoohoo, I'm here. I'll put the kettle on."
Great, good job I wasn't wanking when Mum popped her head through the door, no boy likes his Mum to catch him doing that! I rinsed off and got out of the shower and rubbed myself dry and went back to my bedroom to dress, naked between bathroom and bedroom. Well, if she looked, she would probably only have seen my bum.
I threw on some jogging bottoms and a polo shirt and went to find Mum.
"Did you see your sister yesterday?" Mum asked handing me a mug of tea.
"Well yes, she was sat next to me at lunch." I didn't know what she meant.
"You know what I mean, showing her knickers, ridiculous behaviour."
"Oh, was she, I guess I was looking higher up, you know, her face."
"Well, she was, every time I looked at her, her knickers were on display, it was just wrong for a girl her age."
"I guess she sees it as no different to wearing a bikini." Why was I defending my sister, lands sakes.
"Well, it is different. What would you think if I were to show you my knickers?"
"Oh don't ask that Mum."
"Why not?"
"Because it is a no winner answer. If I say I wouldn't like it, you might think that you were not attractive, and if I said I liked it, you might think me a pervert for fancying my Mum."
"Oh." Mum was quiet. "I saw you in the shower," she said.
"Yes."
"How you were, I mean."
"Oh, okay."
"I was taken aback, not something you expect to see, your son's dick like that, you know, hard."
"Er, no, I suppose not."
"Did I interrupt something?"
Well, what do I say to that? "Not really Mum, I knew that you were coming around today and so as tempted as I was, I refrained, not knowing that you were already here."
Mum put her mug down and walked and stood in front of me, her eyes locking on mine. "I could help you," she said, "if you are still like that."
"Oh, gosh."
She pushed her hand onto my joggers and felt my dick, still hard, getting even harder now that an unexpected hand had made contact.
"If you like," she said, her hands pulling my joggers down, my dick springing free.
"Would you like?" She asked as her fingers wrapped around my dick and pushed my foreskin back exposing my glans.
I nodded, words failed me, as did my voice. I reached forward and cupped her left breast, felling for and finding her nipple.
"Shall we go to your bedroom?" she asked, I nodded. Mum let go of my dick and headed to my room, pulling my quilt back and then putting her hands behind her and undoing her dress. I pulled my polo top off and then my joggers and I stood naked in front of my Mum. Her dress was around her ankles and her bra was just following. I knelt before her and put my hands in the waist band of her knickers and pulled them down.
In front of my eyes was my mother's fanny. Short hairs, trimmed and neat on her mons, her crease slightly open, her inner lips peaking through. I leant forward and kissed her plump smooth lips, my tongue pressing inside, finding her smaller inner lips. Mum gasped and widened her stance, her fanny opening up for me. I licked from where I was in the middle, and then up to her clitoris, Mum gasped as I made contact.
I touched her crease with my fingers and pushed inside, her inner lips wrapping around my fingers, wet, warm, and I eased my fingers down and found her entrance, circling, not entering.
"Liam, please," Mum gasped, "please, let's get on the bed."
I snogged Mum's fanny, my lips pressed hard against it, and then I leant back and stood up, and kissed her mouth, my mouth covered in her aroma, her flavour. I leant back and led Mum to my bed, holding her hand as she sat down, watching as she shuffled back and lay down, her ankles apart.
I knelt between her ankles and leant forward, my fingers easing her fanny lips apart, and then I ran my nose along her valley from bottom to top, finishing by pressing against her nubbin. I heard Mum gasp. She gasped again as I gently pushed two fingers into her fanny and wiggled them. I pushed my nose further up and began to lick her fanny, her gasps became louder and then she began to pant.
I used a finger from my other hand to take some of the lubrication from her fanny and slide along her perineum and press at her sphincter, pulsing it in synchronisation with my dabs at her clitoris with my tongue, Mum gasped and then loudly shrieked as my single finger pushed in to her arse, gulping louder and louder.
I widened my fingers in her fanny, stretching her as wide as my fingers could go, pulling my fingers back towards her entrance and pushing a second knuckle into her arse and wiggling that.
"Oh God," Mum managed as I began to push all my fingers in and out of her fanny and arse, finger shagging her as my teeth nibbled his clitoris, Mum heaving on the bed, bucking, heels scrabbling and legs flailing.
"Aargh," Mum screamed, her fanny and arse clamping squeezing my fingers, her back arched as her orgasm erupted. She eased down, her fanny and arse relaxed and I withdrew my fingers and moved up to cover her body, my dick nudging at her entrance.
"Give me a moment," Mum gasped, but it was too late, I was already pushing. My dick was through her entrance and pushed past her opening, filling her fanny until my balls rested against her thighs and I could go no further.
I pulled back, paused a moment and then pushed in again and I shagged, a steady pace, thrusting into Mum, pulling back to her entrance and thrusting in again. My pubis was slapping against her mound and she was making 'gnn' noises every time I hit her depth.
"Oh God, oh God," Mum began almost a mantra as I shagged her, any ability to control myself or stop had long gone, I was going harder and faster and deeper, the sounds echoed around my flat telling all and sundry what we were doing, there could be no denying it.
My balls twitched and I pressed inside Mum as hard as I could and held my dick there, unmoving. I felt a pressure deep inside at my root and my dick spurted inside my mother, filling her fanny, flooding her womb, my guttural shout accompanied by Mum's scream as she orgasmed again.
I eased back and my dick fell out of her fanny with a gurgle. I rolled over and lay besides Mum, my chest heaving as I recovered from one of the better fucks I had ever had.
"I wasn't expecting that," Mum said.
"Oh, okay, I hope that I didn't disappoint."
"No. I would bring you home every Sunday, but your father likes us to, you know, on a Sunday morning. I wouldn't be clean if you wanted to, you know, do it again."
"I wouldn't mind Mum, I would clean you out, it would be hot."
Mum trembled and clamped her legs together and let out a long sigh. "Oh God," she said.
The working week was long, the hours tiring and my brain was foggy by the time Friday came. I got home and dived in the shower, after my shower I put my robe on and ordered a curry via uber-eats. Whilst I was waiting I opened a beer, and then went upstairs and tidied around, making sure all my dirty washing was in the laundry basket ready for Mum on Sunday.
The doorbell rang and it was my curry, chicken vindaloo and plain rice and a peshwari naan. I tipped the rice into a bowl and poured the curry over the rice, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and sat down on my Sofa in my lounge. My lips hummed with the heat of the curry, but it helped refresh me after the long week. I finished my beer, put the empty beer bottle and dirty curry bowl in the kitchen and grabbed another beer and vegged on the settee, eyes half open, half closed, beer in hand, supping.
The flat door banged then the bell rang. What? I got up and opened the door, it was Lyndsey. Oh shit, I had forgotten I said she could stay here. I opened the door and she came in hauling her wheeled overnight bag. She gave me a huge cuddle, pressing herself against me in a way that she shouldn't.
"I smell beer," she said, "can I get one?"
"Fridge" I said and went back to the sofa.
Lyndsey just left her bag by the front door and went through to the kitchen, opened the fridge and took a beer, before coming and sitting down next to me.
"Did you say anything to Mum on Monday?" She asked.
"What about?"
"Me."
"Hell no, why would I do that, and anyway, about what?"
"Well Monday after she got back from bringing your laundry back, she had a real go at me for my attire, as she called it, at the weekend."
"Well, I never raised that with her. She did raise it with me though, I just said I didn't notice."
"Oh. But you did?"
"D'oh. Difficult not to Lyndsey when you are displaying your crotch to anyone that cared to look."
"I had knickers on, so it shouldn't be an issue. No one would have been worried if it was a bikini."
"Which is why I didn't say anything. I wasn't bothered by it."
"Why weren't you?"
"What?"
"Why weren't you bothered? Am I that unattractive?"
"No, but you are my sister."
"So that makes me less of a woman?"
"Of course not."
"So, seeing my knickers didn't give you a hard on then?"
Ah, well, there's the issue. It did, but should it? I thought it shouldn't.
"So, you can't answer that, so obviously it did." I presumed she was staring at me; I was concentrating on the beer bottle I had to my mouth.
"You see, I saw you had a hard on when you went to the loo and then did the table. I could see that. It was obvious. Bet Mum didn't mention that to you did she, oh no, only my knickers."
"Jesus Lyndsey, what is up with you? Are you looking to start a fight, 'cus if you do, you will lose, this is my flat and that is the front door, you are welcome to be the otherside of it."
Lyndsey went quiet, and then she turned, hugged me, and kissed me. "Sorry," she said, kissing me again, this time her lips a little softer, mine responded and kissed back.
"I just thought you might have said something to Mum is all. I was sure that you didn't, but it was just straight after she came back from seeing you. Sorry." And she kissed me again, her arms tightly squeezing me.
I didn't say anything, I couldn't gauge her mood, she was angry and at the same time seemed to be coming on to me. My dick began to respond, Lord I wished it hadn't. I realised it was just poking through my robe; I had to find a way to cover it up before she noticed.
Too late, her hand wrapped around my dick, squeezing it tightly and she shuffled in her seat to kiss me the better.
"I knew," she said between kisses, and her hand began to slowly move on my dick, my foreskin pushed back, my glans exposed, what could I do?
She stood up, her hand leaving my dick, and as she stood before me, she put her hands up her skirt and pulled down her knickers. She leant forward and pulled my robe open, straddled my lap and sank her fanny onto my dick.
"Lynds," I gasped as her fanny surrounded my dick, her fanny muscles flexing around my shaft, my foreskin rolled down, my glans deep within my sister. She leant back and undid her blouse pulling it, and then her bra off, her boobs now fully on display, nipples pert on small lightly coloured areola. My heart lurched, my sister wearing only a skirt was sat on my lap with my dick in her fanny.
"Do I really have to sleep on the sofa?" She asked in her best seduction voice in my right ear.
"Maybe," I answered as I thrust upwards, Lyndsey almost bouncing on my lap as my dick drove deeper inside her.
"I need you brother," she said into my ear as she rocked back and forth on my dick, "I need you inside me, I need your dick, I need it."
"I think," I gasped as my foreskin moved back and forth on my shaft as Lyndsey moved, "that you have my dick, I don't think I am mistaken on that matter."
She started rocking faster, my dick was being squeezed by her muscles, but it wasn't enough. I grabbed her waist and held her still. "This is not working," I said.
She pulled a face and then stuck her tongue out.
"Upstairs," I said and pushed her up. My dick slipped from her fanny with a gurgle and suddenly it felt cold. Lyndsey stood up and undid her skirt letting it fall to the floor. She does have a magnificent body and I doubt I shall ever tire of seeing her naked, she and Mum are so alike.
I followed her upstairs, the cheeks of her bottom sliding against each other, her fanny glistening in between, my dick urging me on, the forbidden land had already been plundered, you can only be hung once I decided.
She almost ran into my bedroom and dived onto the bed. Oh what a sight she is, her boobs proud on her chest, no sag yet, her nipples on top of her breasts, pointing to the ceiling. Lyndsey's navel like a whirlpool in a lake, drawing me ever closer, drawing me in, and beneath, her legs apart revealed her fanny, her crease open, the pink inners shinning with her arousal.
I climbed onto the bed and dipped forward and breathed her aroma, taking her deep into mu lungs, feminine, wanting. My nose ran between her inner lips, the feel of them as they curled around it was erotic, arousing, her taste transporting me to heaven on Earth. I slipped two fingers into her fanny, wet, still open from her sitting on my dick. As my fingers slowly entered her, I could feel all the small undulations inside her, her shape unique, unlike any other, as individual as every woman, and she gasped as a finger nail found her G-spot.
I began a slow finger shag, watching her breasts as they rocked on her chest, her nipples moving in time with my fingers, her mouth open, small gulps of air as she stared at me, her eyes shining. I widened my fingers inside her fanny, stretching her more, my dick hard and wobbling as it waited for attention, twitching in anticipation of replacing my fingers.
I leant forward and kissed her fanny, my lips on hers, my tongue pressing inside, her inner lips caressing my tongue, kissing back, her gulps sounding deeper. I moved up her crease, her lips parting allowing my passage and then I found her clitoris, small, hard, ready. As my tongue found it, easing it from its hiding place, my teeth nibbled and she flinched, her back lifting slightly.
I sucked hard, my tongue pressing as my fingers rubbed at her insides. Lyndsey was panting, her mouth wide open, her neck stretching as her head bent backwards, her throat taught. I eased my fingers out of her fanny, sliding them back along her perineum and pressed them hard at her sphincter, Lyndsey moaned, a deep guttural sound as I pressed with fingers and sucked her clitoris with my mouth.
I leant back, my mouth leaving her fanny and my fingers her arse. I held her by one side of her waist and I flicked her over and pulled her knees back leaving her arse pointing high. I knelt behind her, my dick pressing at her arse, Lyndsey gasping, her fingers clutching. I grabbed my dick and eased it down and found her fanny and I pushed.
No resistance, my dick going straight in, foreskin furling as I pushed until my dick met her depth and my balls hung below, swinging beneath her crotch.
"Oh fuck yeah," she mumbled as I held station, unmoving, filling her, making her wait.
I counted to twenty and then I eased slowly back, my dick at her entrance, my foreskin now fully covering my glans. I counted to twenty and then pushed in as quick and hard as I could, Lyndsey gasped and her fingers dug deeply into my mattress.
I began a steady shag, my pubis slapping against her buttocks, her arse winking, her fanny flaps gripping my dick as I pulled back, almost disappearing inside as I pushed in. Her breasts were swaying back and forth as her body rocked. I could feel the tightening in my balls, I knew I wouldn't be long. Her fanny was gripping, squeezing, my rim scraping her, squeegeeing her juices into her depth.
"Oh Fuck," she gasped and I felt her fanny spasm and then grip me tightly, squeezing me in a vice like grip, deep inside me a twinge and my balls let go, and I flooded her womb with my spunk, spurts of white on my dick at the edge of her fanny hole.
I eased back and my dick slipped from her fanny with the sound of a wet fart and she sighed and slumped down, my spunk dripping from her gaping cunt.
I lay down on my back catching my breath, Lyndsey rolled over, her breasts heaving as she gulped in air. Nothing was said, nothing needed to be said. You can't unsay a fuck.