What Happened in the Elevator with My Sister

It was a summer night and I was heading home after going out with a friend. Like almost always, neither of us had gotten lucky. I suppose the girls could smell our desperation from miles away and shut us out. So we ended up going our separate ways, both of us a little drunk.

I ran into her in the entrance hall of the building. One of those coincidences that feel scripted. My sister Lorena was coming back from drinks with her friends and arrived at the same time I did. I assumed she, with the body she had, would have cleaned up. Just by snapping her fingers she could have had anyone at her feet.

I saw her coming up the sidewalk in a short skirt and held the door open for her. Like a good brother, I waited for her. She was also a little tipsy, though neither of us was actually drunk. Pretty normal for a Saturday at that hour.

—What a gentleman —she said, laughing.

I had never really looked at my sister as a woman. Not because she was ugly or anything like that, but because she had always just been there. We had grown up together. I looked at her a bit the way you look at a painting hanging on the wall: you know it’s there, but you stop paying attention to it.

That night, though, something was different. I don’t know if it was the heat, the drinks I was still carrying from the last club, or her clothes, which were pretty light, I’ll admit. Maybe it was the way she moved her hips as she came toward the entrance.

—Just for you. Go on in, little sis, I’m waiting for you.

—Thanks.

I was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, as ordinary as ever. She, in her miniskirt and top, looked stunning. She would have looked stunning in a potato sack, but dressed like that her curves would have undone even the saintliest man.

She’s not a magazine beauty, I’ll admit. She doesn’t have one of those huge asses you see online, but she is pretty voluptuous. Nothing like those runway models whose ribs you can count.

—You heading home already? —I asked.

—Yeah, there wasn’t anyone worth it tonight.

—Same here.

I’m quite a bit taller than her and, standing so close as we got into the elevator, I got a privileged view of her neckline, which was generous, to say the least. Maybe because I was already hot from before, seeing her like that raised my temperature even more. I think she noticed right away how my eyes kept drifting to her chest.

—Hey, my eyes are higher up —she said, though her tone didn’t sound annoyed at all.

—Sorry. Come on, press the button. We live on the tenth.

The elevator started up, but after a few meters it began making strange noises. Lorena, scared, clung tightly to my body. Feeling her tits pressed against my torso, with her nipples showing through the top, was the worst thing that could have happened to me in that moment. My cock started swelling inside my jeans before I could stop it.

—Relax, it’s nothing. We’ll be there in a second —I said, trying to sound brave.

Truth was, for a few seconds I was terrified too, until the damn thing stopped completely between two floors. I knew those things have emergency brakes and we weren’t going to fall. But at that hour, who was going to come get us out?

—Hit the alarm button, let’s see.

She pressed the little bell icon, but nothing happened. Later we found out the building association hadn’t paid the elevator phone line in years.

—My phone has no signal —she said, looking at the screen.

—Neither does mine. The shaft is a reinforced-concrete box with steel bars, no signal gets in. And the brakes engaged, so we’re not going to fall.

—Studying engineering isn’t going to get us out of here.

—Neither will anything else. Until someone gets up in the morning, we’re stuck. And that’s hours away.

—So we’d better get comfortable and wait.

—Basically. Thank God the floor is clean, or we’d be spending the night standing up.

I sat down on the floor and stretched my legs. That made me even more nervous, because from below I could see my sister’s thighs. And since her skirt was ridiculously short, I could almost make out her underwear.

—Sit down already, you’re making me nervous standing there. We’re going to be here a good while.

—You’re taking this very calmly.

—What else can we do? Come on, tell me something about your night, maybe that’ll make time go faster.

—It was dead boring. It was just Carla and me, and every guy who came over was a sleazeball.

—Same as my friends and me, then. By the way, Carla is hot.

—See? Told you you’re all sleazeballs —she said, laughing out loud.

Joking around, we tried to relax and kill time. Relaxing was harder for me. Lorena had sat across from me, and her skirt was starting to slide down her folded legs. Luckily she was turned sideways and one thigh covered just enough, but I could already see almost half of one cheek, and we had only just gotten trapped together.

—If you had a little more care, if you knew how to be subtle, you’d have them eating out of your hands. You’re not bad at all.

—You think so?

—You’ve got a good body and you’re cute. And your friends aren’t that bad either.

—So the problem is attitude.

—Aren’t you looking at my legs and my neckline right now?

—Fuck, they’re gorgeous, and there isn’t much else to look at in here.

—Seriously? You don’t think I’m fat?

—You’re perfect. I’d love to have a girlfriend with your body and your face.

—Isn’t it getting hot in here? —she said, fanning herself—. At least you know how to pay a compliment.

And yes, it was hot, but a lot of it was coming from my crotch, where my cock was already pushing hard against my jeans, not from the enclosed air.

—It’s just that we’re really close together. Come here, go on —she said to me.

I swear that at that moment I wasn’t thinking anything weird was going to happen. But I found it impossible to control my arousal, especially when she curled up under my arm, leaving her breast just beneath my chin and her thigh brushing mine.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer. I think the gesture made her feel safe. She rested her head on my chest; she must have been hearing my heart pounding a mile a minute. Then she placed a hand on my stomach, firm and warm over my abs. At first I took it as an affectionate, trusting caress.

Then her hand started sliding down. A moment later it was on my belt. I was giving her soft kisses in the hair, and now and then my lips brushed the edge of her ear.

—You seem more relaxed —I murmured.

—I am. Very comfortable with you. It’s been years since we were this close. You make me feel safe.

—I think ever since your body changed I started treating you with more respect. It didn’t seem right to hug you like that.

—I don’t know why. I’m still the same. Or is it that you don’t like me?

—I already told you I do. I think you’re gorgeous.

—Then why aren’t you touching me?

Her hand had already gone past my belt and was resting fully over the hard bulge under my jeans. She pressed her open palm against it, measuring me through the fabric, and let out a little laugh when she felt the size.

—Fuck, little brother. What a cock you’ve got on you. And all this for me?

—Are you serious? —I asked, my voice breaking.

—Very serious. That way we can pass the time and have some fun. We’re going to be here for hours, and I haven’t fucked in weeks.

Without taking her hand off my fly, with the other she pulled down the neckline of her top and let one breast out, round and firm, with the swollen dark nipple pointing at me. I gently brushed the nipple with my lips and heard her let out a long sigh. Then I took it between my thumb and forefinger and pinched it slowly, feeling it harden even more between my fingers.

—Lorena, we’re playing with fire.

—Then let’s get burned. Touch my pussy, I’m fucking desperate. I’ve been wet since we got on the elevator.

She kept my hand on her breast herself. For a while I played with the nipple, sucking it too, tugging it carefully with my teeth, while she squeezed me and stroked my cock over my jeans, tracing its whole length with her fingers. I was rock hard, so hard it hurt.

—I don’t know if it’s the adrenaline from being trapped or if you look especially handsome tonight —she said, her voice rough—. But my mouth’s watering thinking about this thing you’re showing me.

—Have you had a lot to drink?

—Not enough to use that as an excuse.

At that point she turned around and sat astride my thighs. We were looking each other in the eyes. Her skirt was still covering her, but I could feel the heat and dampness of her cunt soaking through the fabric against my jeans. She had one bare breast a hand’s breadth from my face and challenged me with her gaze, until our lips joined in the first kiss we’d ever shared as something more than brother and sister.

The tongues came into play right away, searching each other out without restraint. Our mouths tasted of alcohol, but we didn’t care; we kissed like we were crossing a desert and this was the only source of water. She bit my lower lip and pulled it taut, then filled my mouth with her tongue and I sucked on it as if I were eating her pussy. I took the chance to run my hands down her thighs to the ass that had always, secretly, caught my attention. I squeezed it hard, sinking my fingers into the flesh, and she started rocking her hips, rubbing her cunt against the bulge.

—You’re wearing a thong —I said.

—Of course, I’ve got my panties in my bag. Give me a finger.

She guided my head toward her bare breast. I understood what she wanted without words, so I closed my lips over the nipple and started sucking it hungrily, running my tongue around it and then sucking hard. At the same time she took my hand, shoved my index and middle finger together into her mouth and worked them with her saliva, sucking them slowly, in and out, as if it were something else I was sucking on.

—You already know what I want you to touch. You’re not completely stupid.

I was beginning to discover how shameless my sister was, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain. I slipped my fingers under the thin thong string and started stroking between her butt cheeks, slowly moving down until I found the lips of her cunt, swollen and slippery. She was soaked. I slid one finger down her slit from top to bottom, opening her up, and she let out a loud moan only I could hear.

—Like that, slowly. Put it in. You have to warm a girl up a lot before anything else —she whispered, licking my ear and biting my earlobe.

I drove my finger in to the hilt and felt her cunt clench around it. I started moving it inside, in and out, searching for her spot up front while my thumb hunted for her clit. When I found it, swollen and hard as a button, she jolted and dug her nails into my shoulder.

—There, fuck, there. Another finger, put another one in me.

I slid my middle finger in alongside the index and started moving both at once, curling them inside. Her pussy was making wet noises, sloshing every time I pulled them out and shoved them back in. She rode my hand, moving her hips to drive them deeper.

She opened her top all the way, leaving both breasts within reach of my mouth. Since I was busy with them, I decided to shut up and follow her instructions. With all my blood concentrated somewhere else, I wasn’t really in the mood for big conversation; a moan escaped me now and then while I moved from one nipple to the other, sucking them hard, biting them, leaving them shiny with spit.

What I did feel was the heat of her body. The thong fabric was soaked through and my fingers came out of her cunt dripping, slippery to the knuckles. Despite my lack of experience, it was clear I was making her feel good.

—Keep going a little longer. You know at some point I’m going to eat your cock? —she said—. I’m going to suck it all the way down, little brother. I get hard just thinking about it.

Eating that body was the dream of any of my friends and, of course, mine too. But she wasn’t going to settle for so little. She wanted more, and there were still hours until dawn.

—Rip my thong —she ordered.

I think that had been prepared for already, because it didn’t take much force. I ended up with a soaked scrap of lace in my hand and I tucked it in my pocket so I wouldn’t leave evidence in the elevator.

—Keep it as a souvenir —she laughed—. So you can jerk off sniffing it when you’re alone.

—And now what?

—Now you stay nice and still, because I’m going to eat it all.

She stood up with one leg on each side of my body. She lifted her skirt a couple of times, teasing, until she had everything right over my face. There it was, my sister’s pussy, shaved, with the lips open and swollen, shining from how wet she was. A clear strand hung from her clit and dripped into my open mouth. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life.

—Do you like it?

—I adore it.

—Then eat it. Use your tongue, little brother. Show me how good you are at it.

She didn’t need to say more. She bent her knees until I could reach her and slammed her pussy against my mouth without any detours. I stuck out my tongue and gave her the first long lick, from bottom to top, tasting everything that was dripping. She was sweet and salty at the same time, with that scent of a female in heat that drove me even crazier. I parted her lips with my fingers and drove my tongue inside, penetrating her as far as I could, moving it in circles inside her cunt. Then I went up to the clit and started sucking it, trapping it between my lips and playing with the tip of my tongue over it.

—Ah, fuck, fuck, like that! Don’t stop, don’t stop.

She clutched my hair and now and then yanked at it, proof of how turned on she was. She ground her pussy against my face, riding my mouth, moaning without stopping. I kept holding her ass, spreading her cheeks and sliding one finger into her from behind, playing with the tight ring of her asshole while I kept eating her from the front. Through gasps she warned me.

—I’m coming, brother. I’m coming in your mouth. Swallow it all. Swallow it all, fuck.

Her back arched and I felt her cunt contract around my tongue. She filled my mouth with a hot, thick wave that ran down my chin. I didn’t stop licking her while she came, drawing out the very last drop, until she had to pull away for a second, trembling, with her clit too sensitive to take any more.

—But don’t think that gets you off the hook. You know what comes next.

She turned around with her back to me and put her ass in front of my face. I was still rock hard, with my cock pressing against my jeans so hard it hurt, even though for a while I had stopped paying attention to my own need. I didn’t know whether I would end the night with pain the size of the building or whether she would do me the favor of easing it. I didn’t care; I had my sister all to myself.

She held her skirt up at the waist herself. I just had to spread her cheeks and drive my tongue as deep as I could reach. I licked her pussy first from behind, burying my face between her legs, and then moved up, very slowly, to the tight pink rose of her ass. I ran my tongue around it and she gave a shiver.

—It’s clean —she said, guessing my doubt—. Why do you think I keep wipes in my bag? Put it in there. Eat my ass, don’t be a coward. Don’t stop, you have to make me come a couple more times.

I had no choice but to obey, though I wouldn’t have stopped even if firefighters had come to open the doors. In that position I could reach everything. I shoved my tongue into her asshole, pressing and forcing entry until I felt it give a little and I could get it inside. She moved back and forth, rubbing her face against mine, moaning louder and louder. When I felt too much tension there, I went back down to her pussy and sucked her clit again, then back up to her ass, without pausing. I slipped two fingers into her pussy while I ate her from behind and felt her whole body tighten.

—Again, fuck, I’m coming again. Keep going, keep going.

She came a second time, slamming ass and pussy against my mouth, crushing me against the elevator wall. She stayed like that for a few seconds, panting, her legs trembling.

—I think now it’s your turn —she said after a while.

Without changing position, she bent her body with surprising agility and started unbuttoning my pants. Before that, every time I tried, she’d batted my hand away. In the movement I buried my nose in her ass and my tongue got where it could. She yanked my cock out of my briefs and it bounced hard against her stomach. She grabbed it with her hand, squeezed it from top to bottom, and spat on it before taking the head into her mouth.

—So hard and hot. Just how I like it. And looks like you can take it.

—With you doing this, I have no idea how long I’ll last.

She took it all the way in, swallowing it whole until I felt her lips against the base and her nose pressed into my belly. She stayed there for a few seconds, choking a little, her throat hugging my tip, and then slowly withdrew, leaving a strand of saliva hanging from the corner of her mouth. She went down again, all the way, and again, and again, setting a wet, noisy rhythm, slurping. With her other hand she grabbed my balls and squeezed them with just the right pressure.

—Let’s call things by their name. We’re fucking, little brother —she said, pulling back for a moment, mouth shiny and hand moving me fast up and down—. And even seeing me like this, don’t think I suck cock for just anybody.

She took me in again, this time sliding her hand between her legs to touch her pussy while she sucked me. I could hear her gasping with my cock in her mouth, never stopping the sucking.

—Fuck me already, brother. I want it inside. Put it in already.

She didn’t waste any more time. She didn’t even bother turning around; I think she also wanted to show me how flexible she was. She straightened up, sat astride me facing away, rested one hand on my knees, took my cock with the other, and guided it to her cunt. She sat down slowly, threading herself onto it. I felt her cunt swallowing me, tight, burning, dripping. When I reached the bottom, we both moaned at the same time. There’s nothing hotter, wetter, tighter. To say I was in heaven would be putting it mildly.

She arched her back as she lifted and dropped her hips, fucking me herself, riding me as if she were taming me. Every time she came down, she drove my cock to the root and I could see her ass flattening against my thighs. Every time she rose, I could see my cock come out wet, shining with how soaked she had made it. She turned her head to find my lips and her hair brushed my face and chest. She herself took my hands to her tits so I could squeeze them and pinch her nipples gently.

—Like that, baby! Put it all in! What a cock my brother has, fuck!

—You’re the one doing everything —I gasped.

—Because I know what I like and what you like. Shut up and let me fuck you.

She rode me faster, bouncing on my cock, moaning louder and louder, not caring if anyone could hear us. I had her cheeks spread with my hands and I could see perfectly how my shaft went in and out of her pussy, both of us dripping, the base soaked with her juices. I slipped my wet thumb into her asshole and she let out a scream.

—Oh, fuck, like that, with the finger in my ass. You’re going to kill me.

—Lorena, I’m going to come. I can’t hold it anymore.

—Me too. Do it inside, come inside, I’m taking precautions already. Fill my pussy, little brother, I want to feel it.

I held her around the waist and started thrusting from below, driving into her from inside while she dropped her full weight onto me. We both moaned like animals inside that metal box. I felt her cunt start to contract again, squeezing my cock in waves, and that set me off. I let out a roar and came inside, shot after shot, emptying myself all the way while she came at the same time, trembling on top of my cock.

Through gasps and sighs we reached the end. This time we did finish together; I’m not going to brag that I controlled it, it was chance or maybe her dragging me along. But I’m convinced she liked it. The proof is that since that night we’ve done it again.

She stayed leaning on me for a while, with my cock still inside her pussy, slowly loosening up. When she finally got up, a thick stream of semen slid down her thigh. She ran two fingers through it, scooped it up, and took them to her mouth, licking them in front of me as if it were dessert.

—Delicious —she whispered.

I stroked her back and kissed her neck and shoulders tenderly, waiting for both of us to catch our breath.

But she’s relentless. We had no room for any more positions, and by then I’d lost all stiffness, but I didn’t want to let the night go by without one last treat.

—Stand up.

—And now what?

—I want to see what it tastes like mixed with mine. I want to clean you with my mouth.

I did as she said even though I doubted I’d be able to respond again. She knelt in front of me and took my flaccid, messy cock into her mouth without the slightest disgust. She sucked it slowly, unhurriedly, drawing every last drop of semen mixed with her juices from the head, running her tongue over my balls, cleaning everything hungrily. And against all odds, she got me hard again while she was sucking me. Only when it was hard again and shiny with saliva did she pull away and kiss the tip.

—Pull your pants up, this is a temptation. I’m going to have to share you. Maybe I’ll introduce you to one of my friends.

—As shameless as you?

—One of them. You ate me out almost as well as they do.

—You like girls too?

—Like boys: only the very special ones. I’ve eaten my fair share of pussy, yes. And I’d love to see you fucking one of my friends while I eat her out.

—It’s about time someone got us out of here.

—Let me curl up with you a little longer. I feel protected.

Soon after, someone restored the power and the elevator started moving again, taking us to our floor. She gave me one last kiss on the lips, long and deep, tongue and all, slipping her hand one last time into my fly to squeeze me before opening the apartment door, like a promise that this had been nothing more than the beginning.