A Good Kisser

A Good Kisser

While the majority of our friends and relatives were either already in or preparing to go to a dance on New Year's Eve, me and my younger sister Sharon were in my car speeding along the highway, eating up the fifteen miles from home to the city where our older brother lived with his young wife and toddler. We were headed there to act as peacemakers to the young couple. A few minutes earlier, I had received a call from my sister in law begging for someone to come and talk some sense into the head of my brother. He had gotten dressed to go dancing while expecting his wife to remain at home with the two-year-old. A verbal fight had ensued and as tempers flared it eventually became physical.

It was nothing new, they were always fighting due to my brother's infidelity and his wife's arrogance, but I would have expected him to show better sense than to attempt to go out alone on a night like New Year's Eve. My mother and father who were themselves preparing to go out when the call came, had bluntly stated that they were not going to let my brother and his wife mess up their night; they had waited all year for it. I guess like everybody else in our family they had simply grown tired of the constant bickering between my brother Danny and his wife Latoya. Neither Sharon nor I had planned to go out because we were both in-between relationships. Also, I had expenses and as such wasn't keen on spending the kind of money that New Year's Eve dances called for.

When we got there the apartment was in a mess with knocked over stuff. Also, Latoya sported a swollen and cut upper lip and Danny a swollen right eye and a bloody scratch along his cheek. We spent two hours listing to arguments and counter arguments and trying to pacify and give advice where we could.

When we left, they were in a better mood than we had found them, even smiling at each other. About fifteen minutes before our departure it became evident that they were eager to see the back of us. There was no misunderstanding the mutual exchange of sly lingering looks, along with an obvious restlessness. There were also the telltale prominent nipples poking the front of Latoya's tank top, that hadn't been there in the beginning. As if that were not enough to draw a conclusion from, Latoya was constantly spreading her thick legs and exposing the fat crotch hugged tight by the tiny stretch shorts she was wearing. Although I knew that display was meant for Danny's eyes, it got to me as well and my cock was more than a little bit puffed up.

I gathered that at some point during the mending process they had tacitly agreed that they were ready to fuck and make up. I soon learnt that Sharon had sensed the same for she mentioned it as soon as we drove off, giggling at the thought. She spelt it out quite bluntly, saying that Latoya and Danny looked like they were ready to fuck till they dropped. Thinking of them reminded me of how horny I'd been feeling the past few days.

As we drove off, Sharon adjusted her seat, bringing herself to a laidback position. She lifted one leg onto the seat and leaned it against the door and the other one she spread wide, bracing the driving controls.

"Those two sure drained my energy ... I suddenly feel sleepy, yuh might have to wake me up when we get home," she said, yawning.

I made a quick glance down at her and in the dim lighting, was able to make out the plump mound of sex meat hugged by her leggings. I decided immediately that I wasn't going to drive fast. I kept making quick little glances down at her, under the pretext of telling her one thing or the other. At one time I noticed that her hand, open palm down had found its way to her crotch, fingers slightly folded. When I got the call from Latoya Sharon hadn't bothered to change out of what she was wearing in the house -- skintight, stretch, pink leggings and a slightly brighter pink tube top that grabbed her big, banana breasts in a close embrace and stopped short just at the level of her belly button. Pink was her favourite colour and she wore it well. With her lying the way she was, I could see her creamy light-brown belly and the deep sunken belly button in all its inviting glory.

The mound, the navel and nipple imprints made me remember Latoya's desperate display of sexual urgency and I felt my cock begin to harden. I couldn't honestly say, though, whether that hardness was for my sister or sister in law. I didn't really care, it just felt good being hard.

"You and I must be the only two people our age who ain't got nothing to look forward to, tonight. The new year will probably find us playing with ourselves," Sharon said, followed by a hearty laugh.

Then she added, "I guess we don't have anything to look forward to, tonight, because we been looking the wrong places ... in this life there is always something for you if you know where to look."

I wasn't particularly surprised by her outburst and the follow up statement. -- that's just how Sharon was. At twenty-five she was one year my junior, but she was always so smart, so levelheaded, practical and assertive, that folks usually thought she was the older sibling. I was glad she had come along with me for she was good at dealing with difficult people and conflict situations, while I tend to get emotional and bungle good intentions.

It was a little before eleven, and when we were about halfway from home, I told Sharon that if she weren't all that sleepy, we could stop some place for a while and have a drink, maybe stick around until after the midnight explosions.

"We're already out on the road, and though we're not dressed for partying that shouldn't stop us from enjoying the end of year vibes ... we could stop at one of those open air or partly enclosed roadside bars ... you don't have to be dressed up for that kind of scene," I said, hoping she would like the idea.

"Yuh know what ... I suddenly ain't sleepy at all," she said, laughing out loud at her own joke.

I turned off the highway into a narrow access road and stopped at a popular bar that was about three miles away from home, one that I sometimes pop into for a little drink every now and then. About a mere ten feet away from the road edge, began a huge tent-like shed that had trellised walls along two sides and palm trees on the outside. Where the shed ended, there began the better-enclosed section with dance floor and dimmer lights than outside. Holding hands and having to squeeze our way through, due to the extra tables set out for the night's action, we walked the length of the dim-lit, season-decorated shed before finally finding a vacant table.

"Dey tall, oh my gawd," an amazed sounding young woman exclaimed.

Sharon chuckled and gripped me tighter with her soft fingers. We didn't feel offended or annoyed, because we were indeed tall and used to the stares and whispers. I am six feet seven and Sharon six three. Most of our family hovered thereabouts. I could feel the admiring male eyes taking in Sharon's lush slim-thick figure with the big, broad rolling ass and large, bouncing, unrestrained banana boobs. While we were making our way under the shed I'd found myself enjoying the feel of Sharon's soft femininity against my athletic firmness, and now as I sat there feeling the gazes I was even more titillated at the thought that persons might be thinking us a couple and envying us.

"Ah wonder how long they been searching before finding each other," a man at a nearby table asked, in what I was sure was an intended whisper, but came out much louder because of having to speak against the decibels of the speakers blasting deep R & B music.

"And they even managed to find their face in each other," a woman added, laughing.

Sharon immediately laughed and looking good naturedly towards the table waved at the six occupants, causing two of the females to bring their hands to their mouths as it dawned on them that we'd heard their talk. They smiled shyly.

I left Sharon briefly at the table and went to the bar where I bought four beers. We quickly finished those off and when the next waitress passed by, I ordered another four.

"This will be the first New Year's Eve in nine years that I won't be kissing a girl on the stroke of midnight," I said, with outward joviality but inner distress.

"It doesn't have to be," Sharon said, chuckling.

"What ... you're asking me to look around here for some random girl to kiss?" I said and laughed out loud.

"No, I'm not asking you to do that ... I'm telling you that you could kiss me," Sharon said, leaning across the table and whispering.

I leaned across the table and also whispered, "You're my sister, remember? ... I'm not talking peck on the cheek or puckered lips kiss."

"So, what's wrong with kissing your sister romantically? It's a loving gesture ... you do love me, don't you? ... and It's not like it will kill!"

"Sharon You're crazy ... or drunk."

"Actually, I do want you to kiss me like that ... I want to feel what it's like. I spent nearly a year hearing about it from my friend Donette, that you dated when you were about nineteen ... she just couldn't have enough of telling us girls about your kissing expertise. I was glad when the two of you finally called it a day and she shut up," Sharon said, ending with a laugh.

I was shocked to say the least. All I did was chuckle and shake my head.

At about ten minutes to midnight, Sharon announced that it was time for us to hit the darkened dance floor so she could have her kiss without having to wonder about being seen by anyone who might know us. Adding that she was settling for nothing less than a proper kiss. We made our way to the packed floor and found ourselves having to be pressed against each other because of lack of space. Sharon's soft, fleshy body against mine felt good -- good as in sensually arousing. I felt my cock puffing up in response to the warmth and pressure of her inner thighs and crotch that it was guardedly touching, but touching nevertheless. I called on all my will power and managed to keep it at about half mast.

I was happy when the DJ announced that he was not going to turn on the lights above the dance floor, for obvious reasons

When the eruption of cheering, shouting, and fireworks started I pressed my lips to Sharon's that were already upturned and waiting. I had intended to just press my lips hard against hers, but when I felt her tongue eagerly probing, I capitulated and soon we were kissing like lovers, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. It was then that I lost concentration and my cock swelled to max against my sister's lady bump. I was the one that broke the kiss.

"Well, little sis, you've had the kiss you waited long years for," I said, forcing a laugh and trying to make light of the matter.

"And what a kiss ... Donette was right, you are the best, Charles ... geez, my head is swinging!"

We stood there holding each other and giggling like little kids as we joined in the singing and shouting, but there was nothing child-like about the pressure in our crotches. Amazingly, neither of us followed the mutual urge -- I'm sure it was mutual -- to grind our hips harder together, but neither did we make any effort to pull away. We simply stayed put and pretended that what was down there was just a figment of imagination. When the music restarted, we danced a couple of songs, our bodies moderately embraced and moving gently. We returned to the table where we ordered another four beers. The waitress returned with them and two complimentary glasses of cheap wine. When we finished them off Sharon suggested we leave then because of me driving. She added that we could continue drinking at home if we felt the need.

As we were weaving our way out, we heard a male voice say:

"Damn, look at the ass on tall girl ... roll it sweetie."

Another guy at the same table said:

"Imagine starting off the new year pounding dat!"

That stopped me in my tracks, and I spun round to say something harsh and unpleasant to the guy, but Sharon beat me to the punch.

"Keep imagining, stretch your imagination as far as it could go," She said, ending with a smile.

She grabbed me around the waist and said:

"Let's go Charles."

I could understand the guys getting overexcited by the sight of Sharon -- she was not only pretty and tall, she was thick, some may say slim-thick, because her height made her look thinner than she really was -- but you don't disrespect another man like that, throwing out lewd words at his woman while she is with him. They didn't know that she was my sister.

At home Sharon announced that she was going straight to the bathroom for a shower before bed. I told her that I was of the same mind. While she was showering, I headed for my room, where I sat on the bed going over the happenings of the night. My primary focus was on all that had taken place between me and my sister. I got hard just thinking about the kiss and the close embrace. I wondered if what we did was going to cause any significant changes in our relationship going forward -- if there was going to be any feelings of guilt or disgust in the morning. If we were going to become watchful and reserved around each other.

When I thought she would be finished I got up and headed for the bathroom. She came out of her room just ahead of me.

"While you're showering, I'll make us some coffee and sandwiches. Or would you prefer I fix you a drink.?"

"I'll have both, thanks. The coffee and sandwich first."

I stood transfixed, watching Sharon walk away. She was dressed -- if you could call it that -- in a pink, sheer, babydoll nightie that left a lot of her fleshy cheeks uncovered and bouncing free. At first, I thought she wasn't wearing panties, but then I noticed the tiny V shaped piece of pink and black above her butt crack. The rest of the thong was well packed away in her deep crease. I'd seen her in nighties before, but never one like that, except for the couple of times I'd unintentionally looked inside her room through a partly opened bedroom door. Usually when she wore short nighties she'd have on a robe or wrap while moving about the house. I couldn't help imagining, like the guy in the bar, "pounding dat" and my cock, judging from its response, was enjoying the fantasy.

The long, pale-brown legs quickly whisked her out of view, and I hurried to the bathroom.

Minutes later I joined her at the little kitchen table where she sat sipping her coffee and reading a text on her phone. She told me that mom had asked about Danny and had also reminded her of the tradition that she and dad followed -- that of never coming home before dawn on New Year's day -- a tradition that a lot of the older folks upkept. We didn't have to worry about waiting up for them, they had already made arrangement for a taxi to pick them up at five-thirty. I noticed that Sharon had applied a bit of red lipstick and a touch of eye shadow.

"You planning on going out, beautiful?" I asked, looking her over with admiring eyes

"Not on your life, everything I need is right here at home ... but I know that with the beer playing games in my head, when I hit the pillow I'll be doing some dreaming, and you never know where dreams could take you, so I'm prepared," she said laughing and using her fingers to further scatter about her reddish-brown, already wild, big, frizzy afro.

As I bit into a sandwich I looked at her bosom and almost choked on the snack as the thought occurred to me that I'd much rather be sinking my teeth into my sister's splendid, huge banana breasts with their wide expanse of dark brown areola topped by puffy nipples and two tiny pips that was an amazing contrast to the rest of her anatomy where all other vitals were of ample proportions. She noticed my gaze and looked down, giggling.

"Sorry, I forgot my wrap ... blame it on the beer in my head."

"Nothing to apologize for ... if you've got it, flaunt it ... and you've got a lot of 'it' lil sis," I said, deliberately taking another look at the mesmerizing boobs through the sheer cup.

She laughed.

"Thanks, big brother, that's sweet ... and says a lot," she said, blushing shyly.

As we ate, we made light conversation about the night's events.

"I wonder what Danny and Latoya are doing?" I said, pensively.

"I'm not wondering, I know ... lucky them," Sharon said, throwing back her head and laughing heartily.

"You still want a drink?" Sharon asked.

"Yes, but let me get them, you've done enough already."

As much as I would have liked to see her moving about, I had to play the gentleman. It turned out I still got to see that magnificent body so scantily covered, moving around, for she decided to wash the cups and plate we'd used. I enjoyed every stolen glance.

"You continuing with beer?" I asked.

"Nah, I don't want to be getting up out of my bed every thirty minutes to pee, vodka or rum will do, no chaser, just ice"

No chaser! -- that surprised me but I thought that the night had been full of surprises so far, so I let her have her wish, and served up a generous shot, maybe a triple shot, of vodka -- I didn't know about Sharon, but I needed the strong drink to help dull the emotions raging inside of me.

We sipped and chatted and joked for about thirty minutes before Sharon abruptly got up and announced that she was going to pee and then off to bed. I told her to go ahead, that I was going to finish my drink in a couple of minutes and do the same.

As she walked away, I whistled and said, "Imagine starting the new year pounding dat."

She looked back over her shoulder and laughed, then said "keep imagining, ... stretch your imagination as far as it could go."

Then, still looking back at me, she bent over slightly and playfully wiggled her fat ass for a couple of seconds. The sight of the plump, unrestrained butt cheeks jiggling sent a shiver through my body and a battle of morals and conscience versus primal hunting instinct raged in my head -- I saw meat that I needed to hunt and eat. My cock reacted appreciatively. I found myself thinking that life can be such a bitch sometimes. There I was, horny as hell and stuck in the house after midnight, alone with such a big, tempting bundle of sweetness, but unable to take a taste of it, because the sumptuous bundle is my sister. Laughing inside at my predicament, I allowed my imagination to stretch out, as Sharon had suggested. It wasn't hard, and in no time I was achingly hard.

I finished my drink a couple of minutes later and as I was getting up, I noticed that Sharon had left her phone behind. After going to the kitchen and putting away the glass, I went to her bedroom. The door was cracked about a couple of inches. This was highly unusual, because Sharon was one of those persons who lived in constant fear of burglars entering the house while everyone was sleeping. Once she retires to her room for the night, she closes the door and activates the safety, unfailingly.

I noticed, also, that the lights were on, and thought maybe she intended coming back out, because she never slept with the lights on. I raised my hand to knock on the door but hesitated as a wicked thought occurred to me. What if she was lying in a revealing manner, or better yet had taken off her nightie and was all but butt naked. Wouldn't that be a sight for horny eyes! The state I was in I wouldn't mind getting an eyeful of her goodies as an appetizer before retiring to bed to wank away the beginning hours of the new year.

I pushed open the door and stepped in, led by my hard cock that was unabashedly tenting the front of my boxers; I was too tipsy to care. She was lying on her side, backing me, and fully covered by a sheet. I was disappointed to say the least. She must have heard my footsteps, because she turned around and looked at me, her eyes looking all bright and excited.