Trixi_eng
I will never forget the look my sister Trixi gave me when I suddenly stood in front of her apartment door. She stammered my name: "K...Kevin...." And her jaw dropped.
"I see you weren't expecting me? Didn't you read the messages from mom?" I set the big suitcases down in the hallway, stepped in unbidden, and hugged my big sister. And "big" is to be taken literally here. While I was only 1.65m short at 18, Trixi measured a full 1.80m. And not only physically she was tall. When I hugged her, my face pressed against her incredibly fat natural tits that piled up in a tight top without a bra.
In the family, we had often joked about which of us was probably from an affair of my mother, since we were very different and both had not inherited much of Dad's looks.
Trixi had been studying in the city for a few years and after I had skipped several grades, it was now my turn to start studying. Since I had no place to stay, Mom had written to my sister asking if she had a sofa for a few months.
"No! Kevin...stop...I..."
"What's wrong Trixi?"
Astonished, I turned to her, having already taken a few steps into the hallway.
"You can't come into my apartment."
The corners of my mouth were now clearly dropping. I had traveled 1300km by train and not only did my sister not know about my moving in, no, I wasn't even supposed to enter her apartment in Budapest.
My gaze fell to the next room, then to the kitchen. "Are you having a man over? Is that it?"
"No I'm alone but..."
And then the scales fell from my eyes. The pictures on the wall of the hallway showed my big sister: in a disco doing oil wrestling, dressed in a very skimpy bikini that could barely hold her huge tits. Another picture showed her in a boxing ring fighting topless with another woman and just getting one of her breasts threshed by an uppercut almost to her face.
Speechless, I continued while Trixi leaned against the wall and began to cry. A third picture showed her in a cage fight. She was hanging in the corner of the ring, her arms and legs draped over the ropes. Her torn wrestling outfit barely covered anything. Her huge sweaty tits were hanging out and her male opponent was fucking her through a slit in her leggings that was obviously there to make her pussy freely available for sexual assault.
Without exaggeration, my cock has never been as hard as it was at that moment. He bulged my jeans and it almost hurt. Trixi sobbed because she was obviously embarrassed. Then she looked over at me and mixed in with her crying was a laugh.
"My God Kevin! You've got quite an erection for 5'6". Do you like the pictures?"
Could I tell my sister that I had been jerking my dick for years at the thought of her? That I was secretly in love with her? That she was the sweetest and hottest girl on the planet for me? Of course not. So I kept silent for the time being.
Then she took my suitcases and finally got them into the apartment. Still crying, she went into the kitchen. "Want some coffee?" Her breasts were heaving with every step. I followed her and unabashedly gazed at her big horny ass. As I sat down at the table, I groaned slightly.
Trixi looked at me questioningly. I said, "Sorry. Sitting with such a stiff cock is not so easy."
Then we both laughed heartily and I went to her and wiped the tears from her face. Her makeup was all runny. How I wished I could have just kissed her.
"I'm sorry."
"Oh don't be Kevin. Don't apologize. I am sorry. I don't want to know what you think of me right now." We were very close at that moment and my erection grazed her thigh. But instead of avoiding the touch, Trixi snuggled up to me and took me in her arms. Big sister needed little brother more than anything else in the world right now. She rested her head against my shoulder and unintentionally pressed her ample bust against my chest. I had enjoyed every one of her hugs over the past few years.
"Tell me, have your things gotten any bigger?"
Trixi released the embrace and looked down at her cleavage. "Yes. We haven't seen each other in a long time, have we?"
I agreed, "Yes. Over a year ago. They were two sizes smaller then."
The coffee was ready and we sat down and at the table. I had undone my belt and one button of my pants to make room for my fat cock. We drank from the coffee and were silent. My sister looked sheepishly at the steaming drink until she finally found the courage to explain everything to me.
"It all started when they chatted me up in the evening at the disco, asking if I wouldn't do oil wrestling for a little tip. They said my breasts were phenomenal and offered with 500€. Being a poor student abroad, I accepted the offer. Besides, I had been drinking and I didn't know most of the people at the disco anyway."
I drank from my coffee and looked at Trixi. "I can understand that. There's nothing wrong with it. But probably your breasts didn't stay in your bikini for long?"
Trixi laughed. "No, of course they didn't. They're a 90H by now and the bikini lasted a minute until the first breast fell out. I had a good grip on my opponent, but I couldn't contain my bust. It was a great feeling to fight so skin to skin with another woman. All the oil, the slippery bodies. The alcohol did the rest and I was completely uninhibited."
"You only did oil wrestling once?"
Trixi shook her head. "Of course they wanted to see me fight again. For each fight I got 500€. Week after week. Some weekends I had four fights. That gave really a lot of money.
"Four fights?" My tail twitched wildly in my pants at the thought of my sister rolling around in oil for hours in the ring.
"Yeah that was tough. It was not uncommon for things to get really rough with punches and kicks to the stomach and breasts. Often the opponents systematically finished me off in the ring because I was so often victorious."
"Systematically?"
"Yes one weekend they all focused on my spine and bent me until I couldn't do it anymore. But I had already committed to the fights and so I lost number 3 and 4 handily to smaller opponents. Then the next weekend they focused on my bust."
My eyes widened in anticipation as Trixi grabbed her breasts and pulled down her top. I recognized a great many bruises.
"These are from the fight in the ring last week but also back in the beginning when I was just oil wrestling, those bitches were aiming throws and kicks right at my boobs. They were swollen for days afterwards and wouldn't fit in a bra.
"Which shouldn't bother you. As often as you walk around without a bra."
Trixi laughed out loud and threw a napkin at me. "You asshole." But she knew I was right. Her nipples had become rock hard and stood out in the fabric. "It's nice to be able to talk to you about this so openly. You won't tell our parents, will you?"
"Trixi you are an adult. You can do what you want. But honestly, it didn't stop at oil fights, did it?"
Now she looked down at the ground again, concerned. She sighed deeply.
"No. There was a scout in the audience. He was looking for girls for Foxy Boxing."
I didn't understand what she meant at first. Then she took her smartphone, opened a gallery and showed me pictures of herself and other girls boxing. They wore provocative lingerie, were topless or completely naked. I scrolled through the pictures and again and again I saw my sister's sweaty body. Her huge veiny breasts often flew through the air hit hard or her head snapped back. Sometimes she was hanging on the ropes, sometimes an opponent. There were even pictures of fights against men.
Curiously she watched me. How my eyes literally devoured the images, how my breathing became faster. Then I suddenly felt her foot under the table, as it ran along my private parts. Trixi grinned when she realized I was rock hard.
"In this picture, the guy is punching you in the boobs. Again and again Trixi! Is that healthy?"
She breathed excitedly, "Maybe not, but there's tons of dough for it. And you like it, right?"
I swallowed and groaned when my glans had freed itself from my pants and my sister was talking to me like this.
"How big is your dick Kevin? Come on! Tell me! I told you that much too!"
That bitch! She rubbed her toes over my glans until I almost couldn't take it anymore. "28cm long."
"Wow!" Then Trixi suddenly stopped and started sobbing again. "What am I doing here anyway? I almost made you squirt! My own little brother!" She got up and stormed off to the room.
Wanting to give her a few minutes, I finished my drink and ran into the hallway. I undid the buttons on my pants as my erection had diminished. But when I passed the picture of Trixi getting fucked in the ring, it was right back. My God! What a horny sight of her huge veiny tits and sweet pussy! I would never have thought such a thing of her even if she had been aware of her curves and good looks early on. Erotic pictures, yes.
Maybe even a side job as a camgirl. But hardcore sex in the ring, real painful fights? I would never have trusted her to do that.
My sister had locked herself crying in the bathroom and so I looked a little at the apartment. There was a living room that was completely in chaos. Everywhere lay clothes, bras, thongs and even a used dildo. Stealthily I looked around, took him the hand and smelled it.
Divine! Sweet and at the same time slightly tart was the smell that clung to it.
Then I went on to the bedroom, which was surprisingly tidy. The closet was open and inside it were the most incredible outfits.
"Ahem!" Trixi cleared her throat standing behind me and I winced.
"What are you doing in my closet you peeping Tom?"
"Well looking at your outfits. So you wear those in the ring?"
Curious, I took one out. A white top and white leather panties.
"I wear those sometimes in pro wrestling," Trixi said, half saddened.
Then I took a skimpy red bikini and a sling bikini that had virtually no fabric at all to cover the breasts.
"Oil wrestling," was the curt reply. But with one eye my sister was already squinting again at the erection.
Then I recognized the leather leggings with the opening in the crotch. Trixi looked down at the floor and tears rolled down her face. I smelled it and it smelled like pussy and cum.
"Is this sex wrestling? You haven't explained anything about that yet?"
"It's called an NHB match. No Holds Barred. Basically pro wrestling, but with permission for intimate attacks or moves aimed at the breasts."
"And you're allowed to attack opponents' dicks, too?"
"Yes. I may. But some interpret NHB as sexually assaulting the opponent or satisfying themselves on them before the match is over."
I had a lump in my throat. "The picture in the hallway...."
"The picture in the hallway," my sister replied in a smoky voice.
"Why did you put it up? I could understand if there were winning pictures of you hanging there. A foot on your opponent's chest? Or you sitting on him. But this?"
Trixi fell silent.
"Out with it!"
"I like it. I find it erotic."
"Can it be that sometimes you're just a submissive slut?" An hour ago, I would never have dreamed of talking to my sweet older sister like this. But I thought I could see why she had slipped into this.
She just looked down at the floor. I picked up the leggings, walked over to her and asked her to put them on for me.
"What do you want me to do?"
"You heard me perfectly Trixi. Put it on!"
I had judged her correctly: breathing heavily excited she obeyed, took off her cloth leggings and exchanged them for the leather version. When she pulled down her thong I saw that it was soaking wet.
She jumped a bit to get into the tight horny garment. It stretched tightly over her plump ass cheeks and left her pussy free. Unnerved, I reached into her private parts and checked how wet she was.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Trixi threw her head back in pleasure as I stroked her pussy and my fingers parted her labia. I then took my fingers into my mouth and tasted them.
"The top too! Go!"
Trixi went to the closet and took out the matching white leather top. It was half torn. One strap was broken and the metal fasteners had also damaged the leather during the moves in the ring. She pulled her crop top over her head and her heavy udders fell out.
I approached her from behind, wrapped my arms around her and grabbed her heavy bells. Firm naked titty meat! Soft and heavy at the same time!
She pulled the top over and her left tit fell out immediately, since the strap was broken. When she turned to me, I was already naked in front of her! She didn't say a word, just looked excited and lustful at my erection which stood rock hard from me.
I came closer and grabbed her tit with both hands at the same time. It was bigger than my head! I lifted her up and licked the areola and nipple with my tongue. "I'll see you in the ring!"
Trixi moaned and nodded. "Yes I want you to watch me Kevin."
"When did your tits get so veiny anyway?"
Trixi just grinned lustfully. "I'll tell you later."
I took her, spun around and threw her on the bed. She spread her legs for me like a bitch in heat and her pussy lips opened. Wet and pink, her hole lay before me and we were both aware that we were about to engage in incest with each other. But we didn't give a shit! We both wanted it at that moment.
I stepped closer, grabbed her thighs and drove my thick glans through her cleft. Trixi whimpered with pleasure, "How can such a petite boy have such a cock! Fuck me!"
I didn't need to be told twice and plunged my penis into her, "AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH fuckkkkkkkkk it's big!"
I pushed deeper into her and Trixi rolled her eyes. Then I was almost to full length inside her, but already touching her cervix. She moaned again with each thrust and I increased the speed. I had only ever had sex with a girl once before and was very inexperienced except for porn, but my wand seemed to do everything necessary on its own.
I fucked my sister deep and slow and stroked her clit, whereupon she reared up and came violently! "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH YESAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Her breasts heaved and I grabbed them harder by the breasts, which were littered with bruises. I grabbed her tit rock hard and fucked her faster. "Yes fuck me through! Yes brother fuck my soul out!"
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I suddenly slapped her huge tits! One hand crashed on the leather, the other tore the heavy bare chest across the chest!
Trixi became an animal, thrust her pelvis against me and came again! She roared with pleasure, her fingernails leaving red welts on my petite chest and belly while her cxnt spasmed and pulsated as she milked me.
I couldn't help it: at that moment I felt like the opponent in the hallway picture. My opponent hung defeated and will-less on the ropes while I abused her as an object of pleasure. She fucked and filled.
I also came and thrust deep into her! My glans stretched her cervix open and Trixi came violently. The third time in a few minutes I had fucked her to climax while my cream pumped directly into her uterus.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH bitch! Fight bitch! SMATTT....SMATTTT....I slapped her boobs, then reached in and pulled it lengthwise. Finally I had calmed down and we looked at each other. Both of us were sweating and she held out her arms. Powerless and speechless, we embraced, unable to put into words or feelings what we were experiencing. After a few moments, we spoke almost simultaneously, "I love you."
TBC
