Big Sister Debbie

Big Sister Debbie

I was in my bedroom studying when I heard the familiar snarling, growling and barking of dogs in heat, outside my window. I got up and went to take a look, not certain if they were really in my yard or over at my neighbour's. We didn't own a dog. My neighbour's bitch Starlight had found herself in our yard, cornered by four horny and aggressive dogs, each eager to mount the confused looking black and white lady pooch. I'd heard them out on the street about half an hour ago and had hoped they'd take their noisy gang bang somewhere else far away and allow me to study in quiet. Instead, they had drifted closer.

I decided to go out into the yard and chase them away. Passing my sister's bedroom, the door of which was slightly open, I glanced in and saw my older, big, white sister Debbie. Yes, my older sister, by a year and six months, was big and white -- like milky white, despite living in the tropics. My mom who is white, had her before she met my dad who is black. Our mom had been abandoned by Debbie's father when she was four months pregnant. She and my dad had met when Debbie was just a few months old. A year later she gave birth to me and they got married. Five years later dad had remigrated, bringing his family back to his Caribbean homeland.

I describe Debbie as big because she was too fat to be called thick, but too shapely and solid to be carrying the tag, fat, though that is what she was, essentially. Unlike the average fat girl her size, Debbie's body was not flabby and slack nor was it lumpy with over-excessive folds. She possessed a solid, decently shaped, chubby bulk.

Debbie was at her window, elbows on the sill and crouched over with legs spread wide, looking down at the pack of horny animals. She wasn't particularly tall, so she was on tip toes as she leant over. She was wearing a short, loose, red and white sun dress. Because of her bent over position the dress had been lifted somewhat high up her broad, fleshy posterior. I could see a whole lot of big, white buttocks. The legs of her red panties had slipped into her butt crack, one higher up than the other. The dogs must have retreated to the very wall of the house for her to be bending over like that.

I stood there transfixed, staring at my big sister's big ass. Her ass was not big in the sense of round and protruding; it was broad and fleshy, with just enough curvature to give her body a nice look from the side, in proportion to her belly, which though big, as befitting her five feet four, two hundred plus pounds body, was round and firm as opposed to loose and low hanging.

As I stood looking at the unintentionally exposed private part of my sister's body, I could feel my own giving birth to a hot throbbing protrusion in my pants. Having an erection just like that for my sister -- exposed ass notwithstanding -- needs an explanation I suppose. Firstly, I was a twenty-year old, which by virtue of its biological essence, translates to ticking sex bomb. I'd been having regular sex for two years, up until four months ago when me and my girlfriend broke up, since then my eyes or cock hadn't seen a pussy. I hadn't looked in other directions because I saw it as a possible blessing in disguise being I was in my final year as a B.Sc. student at university -- being unattached would give me more time to study and get my work done, unhindered by sexual and emotional distractions. Secondly, two months ago I'd had a raunchy dream featuring Debbie, the details of which simply refused to leave my head. Three weeks later a similar dream followed, planting the seedling of incest in my head. My imagination watered it daily and it began growing to previously unimagined heights.

Just like that I'd moved from seeing Debbie as a sweet and loving big sister and friend, to harbouring an unnatural obsession with her over-voluptuous body. The resulting bottom line -- I wanted to fuck my fat and sexy sister, but was scared like shit, to even try. After all, incest is not your ordinary, everyday sexual encounter, even when between consenting adults. Also, she had never shown any inclination in that direction; if she had given half a signal I would have noticed. Having made up my mind that I had to do it before it drove me crazy, I decided to wait for a perfect opportunity to at least set the ball rolling and see where it would go. A miss was no option; I had to hit, so I had to play safe.

I had often thought, even before the obsession kicked in, that despite her bulk Debbie was attractive and gifted with a generous dose of sex appeal. Her oval shaped face with its cute turned up nose and small, round but full lipped mouth was indisputably pretty. She had boobs smaller than you'd expect on someone her size. This contrast I found rather stimulating; more especially because they were rather perky, standing high and forward on her ample chest. But despite her good looks and sex appeal, as far as I knew she'd only ever had two boyfriends, and presently hadn't been dating for close to a year. She was extremely shy and very self-conscious about her size. She was introverted and hardly ever went out, preferring to be curled up with a novel or watching her favourite TV series. She also did a little painting and sketching; that was her world.

My mind was racing as I stood there; something was telling me that this was the kickstart opportunity right here. It took all my will power to not just rush in and cup her pussy from behind or get down on my knees and fasten my face between those big white thighs. I decided to do something bold, but in a way that if it didn't lead to the desired result, and was frowned upon by my sister, it could be excused because of context and character -- my weird character. Add to that the willingness of a sister to forgive her brother. I am known for clowning around and doing outrageously naughty stuff. All things considered; it was worth a try.

I was still staring at the desired meat buffet in front of me and working out details of attack when Debbie did the unthinkable; she removed one hand from the window, lowered it below her belly and started stroking her pussy. I wish I could have seen how big my eyes and mouth flew open. I had long suspected that she masturbated. I had observed her on several occasions, surreptitiously, pressing a hand between her thighs while sitting watching R or MA rated shows on the TV or sometimes while reading a novel. And, once when I had to use her computer I'd seen evidence in her history, that she'd visited porn sites. One was an incest site. Now I knew for sure she was into self-pleasuring. After a minute of enjoying the show, I thought, "this is it, time for action."

I knew that her door creaked, so I pushed it in, and it did just that, causing her to nearly jump out of her skin. Her hand flew from her pussy before she even looked back. Giving no sign that I had seen her naughty, naughty play, I called out jokingly.

"What you doing hanging out the window like that, you wanna commit suicide or something? Let me help you."

Before she could move, I was across the floor and had my hands wrapped around her, low down in the area of her groin, pretending to be lifting her. She laughed girlishly, but nervously, and was blushing red as a cherry. I let my hands slip and sink into the sides of her mons pubis, but only briefly, before releasing her. I quickly looked out the window and said:

"So that is what you were up to, eh? ... peeping the doggies, naughty girl."

She was still red and nervous, probably unsure of whether I had observed her masturbating.

"I wasn't peeping at anything, Todd." She said defensively.

"Nah, you were, but it looks like fun ... and its hot ... I think I'll join you," I said, chuckling.

I threw my arms around her soft fat waist, sinking my fingers into the ample flesh, and for the first time I realized that she was trembling slightly.

"Why you trembling, did you think for a moment I was really going to throw you out?"

She grasped at the excuse straw, "Accidents happen, your hands could have slipped, or something."

I let it go.

The dogs were snarling at each other. Starlight would stand still for a few seconds allowing one to mount her, but then changing her mind she would turn around and snap at him. At times while one dog was trying from the back another one would be simultaneously trying from sideways. Eventually a massive white dog penetrated and got stuck and a grey one got it into his head that he could do a DP; it was funny. Both Debbie and I had been cheering the big white on while he was trying and chuckled when he succeeded.

"I like how grey boy was still trying to get in although she was already knotted ... like this," I said, grabbing hold of Debbie.

I embraced her from sideways, one hand around her upper back and the other up front, covering a breast firmly. She wasn't wearing a bra and I could feel the extra-firm nipple. She was obviously still in arousal mode. I got on tiptoe, arched my back and began rapidly humping her rump, my tongue lolling comically, like a dog. She was so taken by surprise, she remained still for several seconds, but then suddenly spun around and playfully punched me. She was red faced and embarrassed but smiling.

"Bai, stap yuh damn foolishness ... yuh don't get tired clowning around? ... like you ain't got time an' place," she burst out in Creolese/broken English.

Although Debbie was an English major and even taught English part time at an adult learning institution, she often spoke Creolese in informal settings, with a local accent and all. She was even part of a body of local educators pushing for the recognition of Creolese as an official language.

She burst out laughing and walked away. As she was walking out her door, I said.

"At dis moment I wish we was dogs so I could hump dat big sexy backside of yours ... I'm so turned on I could fuck you right here and now ... dogs doan have to worry about being family ... damn, you look so sexy, sis," I said laughingly, in a manner that made it sound like a joke but with a hint of seriousness. Sort of like testing the waters.

I grabbed her again, this time from behind, each hand clutching a breast and squeezing a hard nipple. In my mind was the vision of fat backside in red undies. Again, she stood still for a while as my fully hard cock dry humped her butt. She broke free and threw another playful punch at my chest, giggling.

"Bai, stop this ... we ain't no dogs," she said, backing away.

"No harm in pretending we are ... we could, you know, like for an hour or so," I said, followed by a laugh.

"Nah, I don't wanna be a dog for a hour ... suppose I don't turn back human ... cut it out, yuh too damn wicked."

"Or suppose we get stuck together," I said, causing her to laugh out loud.

"That would be something," she said.

There was a glint in her deep blue eyes that told me something had been switched on inside of her ... emotions were boiling. I think she liked the reference to her backside being big and sexy and she looking sexy. I stepped closer, gently stroked her reddened cheeks, then holding her firmly on the fleshy love handles.

"Yes, we are ... I'm a hot dog and you're my hot bitch," I said maneuvering her to stand back against the wall in the hallway.

I forced a thigh between hers, pressing my erection into the appealing softness. Grabbing hold of her fleshy rear and holding her tight, I began humping her lower belly. She struggled a bit, but not with the same effort she'd put into breaking free, previously. The pretty white face encased by dark auburn hair, longer than shoulder length, was flushing red with emotion. I placed my mouth to hers and probed it open with my lips. For a moment she responded eagerly with her own tongue, but then shifted her face. I licked her cheeks and nose and chin.

"Todd, stop this ... dis ain't right," she cried.

"It feels right to me," I stated.

I lowered my hand and freed my hard cock. Quickly lifting the short dress, I positioned it between her fat thighs, pressing into her crotch.

"What yuh doin? ... stop, before mom and dad comes home and ketch we like dis."

"They won't be home anytime soon," I assured.

"Oh, my gawd ... yuh serious, you're not just clowning!"

"Of course, I serious ... look what yuh doin to me," I said, stepping back and showing her my rampant tool.

She looked open mouthed at the sizable cock with hungry looking eyes, and then bit into a trembling lip.

"I'm not doing that ... you doing dat to yuhself," she said, her eyes fixed on the throbbing meat.

I took her hand and placed it on my cock. She squeezed the hard, hot member, then she pulled away her hand, hastily, like she had been burnt. I found her crotch with my hand. It was wet. I let my hand cup and massage the flesh.

"You're dripping wet," I said.

"Because of what you're doing, what else do you expect," she whispered accusingly, but with a tone of surrender. I moved to her mouth and kissed her. She returned the kiss with unrestrained passion, arms around my neck, gripping tight. When she broke away, she said:

"Oh shit, you're dead serious!"

"You still have doubts? I asked, grinning.

I slipped a finger into her twat and she tried to pull back but was against the wall. Then as if forgetting that only a second ago she was pulling back, she flung her hips forward and jerked against the penetrating finger lustily.

"You ... we can't do this, this is wrong ... I'm your sister," she implored, though not ceasing her hip jerks.

"A damn hot sister, I've been wanting to do this for ages," I lied, because a couple of months don't really qualify as ages. But she fell for it.

"What, no, you don't mean that!" she said, but I could see that she wanted it to be true.

"I do, I think about it every day ... all the time."

"Oh my god and I never suspected."

Meanwhile my hand was still under her dress, probing the hot, fat snatch that was oozing fluid.

"I still think this is wrong and we shouldn't be doing it," she said.

She was breathing heavily and slightly jerking her fat hips.

"Yuh don't do everything yuh mind or heart tells you to, there's rules. Because you want it and I want it doesn't make it right to do," she pleaded.

"So, you do want it."

"I didn't say that, I don't mean it that way ... you know what I'm trying to say," she defended.

"I do!"

I dropped to my knees and placed my face in her crotch, immediately probing it with a stiffened tongue. She willingly parted her fat thighs to accommodate me. I dragged aside the panty leg and licked the ample clean-shaven pussy. She moaned aloud and I felt her bucking against my face. I licked the musky folds of flesh and probed the purplish insides for a while, enjoying the scent and taste, before finally latching on to the prominent clit. She trembled as I sucked on it voraciously. Her hands held my moving head, gently massaging my soft curly hair. I raised mine and grabbed her soft, broad backside, sinking the fingers hard into the plump cheeks.

I remained down there teasing her clit and massaging her ass, as she mewed and hissed. Suddenly she howled like a real bitch and started to tremble uncontrollably. Her legs buckled and I tried to keep her from falling, but she was too heavy. She crumbled to the floor, taking me with her. Lying on her back, she continued to spasm, eyes rolled back, mouth open. I got an idea and I got on my knees and placed my cock to her mouth. She took it in and began sucking hungrily. I fucked her mouth for a while, making short quick jabs that she obviously enjoyed, judging from the way she responded by clamping he tool between her full lips and pushing her head back and forth to match my strokes. She was moaning through the gagging sounds. I pulled out and positioned myself between her super thick legs. I was creeping forward to claim the ultimate prize when she spoke urgently:

"Todd, I never did this before." Looking at me with eyes that were confused but begging for guidance.

"You're a virgin?" I asked, amazed but pleased to be about to have the honour of deflowering her.

"Yes!" she cried out, looking like she was on the verge of tears.

"It's all right, you can do it ... let's go to my room."

I helped her up and put my hand around her trembling body as we walked to my room. Inside the room I slowly undressed her, telling her how big and beautiful and sexy her body was. She got onto the bed and I got out of my T shirt and boxers and joined her. I found her mouth with mine and we kissed for a long time. I moved to her perky breasts and fed on them. I licked her clean armpits and inner arms. I chewed and sucked on belly fat and probed the slightly protruding belly button till she giggled. I chewed the inside of the fat thighs and licked the pussy with a soft tongue. From my nightstand I grabbed a jar of jerk-off Vaseline that I keep there for those moments when I just had to have it and my hand and imagination was all that was available. I applied some to my cock along the entire length, then inside the lips and walls of her vagina.

Showing amazing agility for her size, she pulled back her big legs, and when I eased into her she remained balanced on her broad ass, knees bent, spread wide and pulled back, her hands gripping my arms, face grimacing as she bit into her bottom lip. I slid bit by bit into my fat sister's tight and fleshy pussy, feeling her nails sink into my arms and looking at her eyes looking back at me in amazement as I expanded her hymen. What surprised me was that in that moment of pain and pleasure, that moment of giving up something of immense value, that moment of going against society and risking chastisement, she took the time to look me in the eyes and say:

"I'm glad it was you, Todd," then she was sobbing.

I began to fuck her, slow and gentle-like, doing more grinding than thrusting. She lowered her legs, placing her feet flat on the mattress. I sunk a little lower, because now I had to thrust upward. She never took her eyes off my face as I pumped her. I leaned forward and placed my hands under her sides. She rose so I could go around her. I embraced her big, beautiful body and gave her the cock she needed to finally make her a woman. Whatever happened going forward she would now have more confidence in her looks and learn to love her body and self. She knew what it was to be wanted, accepted and pleasured.

"Ooooooooh! ... just keep fucking me, little brother ... I love it ... I love you."

My hips were now moving faster, and I was going deeper. She was moaning and hissing continually, adding further stimulation to the sexually charged performance. I kissed her as I pumped back and forth in the tight but welcoming passage. She smiled at me and her eyes spoke the world of love and gratitude. She lifted her legs again, this time putting them on my shoulders. I pressed forward, taking them down to her chest.

"Yes! Yes!" she cried, whimpering.

I pounded the big white, now heated red, body of my sister as she grimaced and groaned and whispered, sometimes only barely audible and sometimes illegible words. She lowered her legs and I leaned forward and began sucking her hard, fully stretched out puffy nipples, spending only a few seconds on one before switching to the other, like a man who couldn't make up his mind whether to eat chicken or beef and kept sampling each. She seemed to enjoy it, as she urged me on with a soft pudgy hand on my head, rubbing gently. She pulled my head to her face and we kissed long and hard, trading copious balls of saliva.

I suddenly remembered the sight of her broad, bent over, white backside and the red panties stuck in it.

"Get on yuh knees sweetie," I whispered.

I came off of her and she eagerly complied. I applied fresh Vaseline to my blood smeared cock and slid into her from behind. She responded by quickly clenching her buttocks and uttering a little howl. I moved inside her bruised chute, slow and deep and she relaxed the cheeks. I gently rubbed and squeezed them as I moved back and forth inside Debbie's womanized cunt. She surprised me by rolling her big bottom against my thrusts.