My sister Grace and I were born just eleven months apart. Growing up we became almost inseparable. Grace the blonde-haired, bubbly cheerleader, and God how I loved that uniform on her. She was short but possessed the most amazing legs and by far the best ass of any girl at our high school. Full, firm C-cup breast as well and absolutely stunning. I played baseball and was in fairly good shape as well. I had my choice of ladies in high school being 5’10” and a solid 175 pounds, but something always drew me to my sister. Though I never acted on it.

I always knew she was what I desired and the night before I left for college, my then seventeen-year-old baby sister came to my room. Dressed in nothing but a short t-shirt, Grace told me she wanted to spend my last night at home in my room with me. We snuck a few beers from the fridge and let our guards down for the first time. We both admitted our feelings, thankfully I wasn’t the only one with them, and the rest of that night was a blur of pure, sensual bliss.

The next morning, I was off to college out of state and Grace was to start her last year of high school at home. We talked daily and decided that though the night was magical, and we both felt it helped end the sexual tension between us, it should stay just a one-time thing. I did my four years of college and got an IT degree and moved back to our hometown. Grace graduated and went out of state to attend nursing school. We still managed to keep in touch almost daily and she was excited when I met my future wife just as I was for her when she met Rob and eventually married.

Now in our thirties, I’m a divorcee and Grace just filed for divorce after Rob slept with his younger secretary. My divorce is fully two years ago now, so Grace is seeking advice on getting through things and over Rob and from someone she can vent to without fear of being judged. I tell her she needs to get back on the market, but she is depressed as it is her first Christmas without Rob. She confides to me that her confidence is shattered and she feels both ugly and unwanted. I need to do something to put a smile on my little sister’s beautiful face again.

What can I give my baby sister to make Christmas special and make her feel sexy I wonder? I think about lingerie, no she’d have to explain that and some new jewelry may certainly raise suspicions as well. Then an epiphany, I’ll give her a surprise visit for her big brother and a paid spa pampering package as a gift. I check with Grace and find out her work schedule during the holidays and lucky for me she is working Christmas Eve. I, without telling her, book a Christmas Eve flight from Texas to Pennsylvania.

As my flight goes wheels up all I can think about is the sweet taste of her lips and tongue from our single night fifteen years ago and realize I am lucky no one is seated next to me, as suddenly I have a raging erection. When the plane lands I somewhat have my excitement under control and catch a cab to the hospital where she’s working. The waiting room is surprisingly desolate and fairly empty, maybe this is a good sign. The soft sounds of Christmas music and the flicker of lights but not many people at all.

I walk down toward the cafeteria and stand partially in the shadows, waiting to surprise her. I know her dinner break is any moment, since for months now, this is when Grace and I usually have our evening phone call. I notice myself getting a twinge of excitement as I wait and nervously flick the free massage and facial appointment card between my fingers. I hear the bell from the elevator ding and see Grace emerge, thankfully alone, from the elevator. As she walks towards the cafeteria I find myself fixated on her ass taunting me as I walk up behind her. It is just as perfect as I remember from her cheerleading days and that tiny uniform.

As she fumbles for her phone, all the feelings and desire I still have for her, instantly flood into my head and I feel almost breathless. I now have a new gift idea for my sweet, sweet Grace. I step to her from behind and brush her hair aside, cup her breast with my free hand as I kiss the nape of her neck. “Oh Mike,” she moans. She instantly knows who it is as she vividly recalls that this is the exact way our one, and only, night of passion had both started and ended all those years ago.

“Merry Christmas baby sister,” I whisper into her ear.

“Come unwrap your present big brother,” is the whispered pant of a reply I get back.

I’m not the only one with amorous gift ideas tonight. Grace takes me by the hand and leads me to an on-call room she knows is rarely, if ever, in use. Once inside I finally get the sheer pleasure of the thought that had me hard on the plane, her sweet lips, and tongue. I have almost forgotten how sweet the taste is, but from the very first touch, it all rushes back. I slip off her scrubs top and remove her bra as she deftly slides my t-shirt off of me. Her still perfect breast warm against my chest as her hardening nipples alert me to their presence.

She can feel my already growing cock pressed against her leg. A long, slow, deep kiss that seems to last for hours takes place. As our kiss breaks, she shimmies out of her scrub bottoms and I see that my baby sister isn’t wearing any panties, an unexpected present for me. Grace can feel her juices already flowing onto her inner thighs and her neglected clit aching for attention. I remove my jeans and boxers slowly as my eyes feast on Grace, taking in her radiance. I walk up behind her and pull Grace to me, our body heat radiating, as my wanting mouth once again finds hers.

I can feel how thoroughly wet she is and she can definitely feel my cock pressing against that supple ass I’ve been thinking about for hours. “You are all I’ve been able to think about for days,” I whisper in Grace’s ear as two fingers slide into her as she lets out a soft moan. I can feel her hips rocking as my fingers work her beckoning pussy and her hand finds my cock. The faster I work her g spot, the faster her hand works my eager cock.

Then the extremely bold girl, from our one night of lovemaking all those years ago, re-introduces herself to my delight. “I need to taste this,” my dirty little sister says with pent-up lust in her eyes. Grace drops to her knees and takes me into her warm, talented mouth, her tongue dancing and tracing every vein and contour as her lips suction tight letting me know we have been apart for far too long. Is there any sight sexier than locking eyes with your sister as she services your cock? I think not.

After a few minutes of absolute heaven, I tell Grace I have to taste her. My sexy sister lies down on the bed and spreads her still stupendous legs for me, allowing access to all of her. My kiss starts at her right knee, her sweet taste getting stronger as I get closer to her succulent pussy. Finally, I push two fingers in and stroke Grace’s g spot as my tongue teases and then engulfs her clit. Her primal grunt from getting the attention her body has been starved of since her divorce, almost makes me cum instantly.

Her hands go straight to her breast as she looks down and watches as I intensely enjoy devouring her. You can taste many women in your lifetime, but none will ever be nearly as sweet as your sister. I feel her back arch as her moaning gets louder and then Grace goes breathless as she cums hard for me for the first time. My tongue attempted frantically to get every drop of goodness flowing from her. My God, she’s delicious.

I slowly kiss my way up, stopping at Grace’s stomach and then to her heaving breast as she tries to catch her breath. Lastly then to her waiting mouth. The taste of her juices on my lips, she finds as intoxicating as I do. My cock penetrates her velvet walls with a slow, deliberate slide the very instant our tongues meet. I cup one breast hard, look deep into her crystal blue eyes and sincerely ask, “Is this what my sister wants?”

“This is what she needs,” is Grace’s reply. Long, slow strokes as we begin to reacquaint and catch our rhythm. Our lips and tongues are fully engaged as my cock finds that magic spot deep in the back of her tight little pussy. I start to stroke a little faster, my cock coming almost completely out and back deep with each stroke.

Grace’s hips roll harder and get the perfect angle on each stroke. The only good thing Rob helped her discover is the pure pleasure she could receive from her g spot. I feel her pussy clench and spasm as she cums hard and squirts. It appears my baby sister has acquired a new skill, one I am very fond of. The feel of her juices cascading over me almost makes me erupt, but I know she’s under a time crunch and I somehow manage to hold off, my lips going straight to her breast and her fully erect nipples as she gushes.

Grace coyly smiles and remarks how easily she can squirt when she rides cowgirl. “On top baby sister, on top” I request with a sheepish grin as I slide out and she anxiously straddles me. The view with Grace on top, and now knowing how easily we can massage her g spot as she rides, makes this position perfect. She hits her g spot over and over and over, cumming hard repeatedly. I lean in and stroke her clit as she rides. Sweet Jesus, it is a beautiful sight as Grace rises off my cock and soaks us both as she squirts again.

It is without a doubt one of the most beautiful sights I have ever witnessed. To know that I even had a small part in that beauty makes me even harder. Feeling her juices all over my stomach and chest Mmmmm. I see we are getting pressed for time so I ask her to get up on her hands and knees.

Being the good little sister, Grace eagerly complies. I slide up between her legs, my cock finds that wanton pussy as we are both up on our knees. I pull her back to my chest, kiss her neck and tell her how much I love my baby sister. A long, slow kiss as I start to pull her arms back and cup Grace’s wrists together. Slowly in and out at first, but then our pure lust took over. We start to go harder and faster. If there is any better feeling than that of her pussy pulsing around my cock as she cums, I have no idea what it is, her hands reaching back to grab my ass as my hands move to grip her hips.

“Cum for me Mike, cum for me big brother,” she pants, and no sooner do the words leave her mouth does she feel my cock explode deep inside the pussy that drives my desires. The feeling as my cock throbs shooting stream after stream of warm cum into her makes my sweet Grace cum one last time.

As we crash onto the bed panting I kiss her again and Grace smirks and says we better catch a quick shower since she has to be back on the floor in like fifteen minutes. A quick shower follows and we thoroughly wash one another and begrudgingly redress. I steal one last long, deep, slow kiss and tell her “Merry Christmas Grace, I have a return flight to catch, and no one, but you, will even know I was here.”

I hold her hand on the elevator until we reach her floor and then slap her ass as she exits and says, “Save some more lives baby sister.” Thoroughly drained I sleep through the entire flight home reliving the events of the night in my dreams as Grace goes about the rest of her shift with a glow and a regained assurance of her desirability. As I reach in my pocket to pay for parking as I leave the airport, I find I still have Grace’s spa package appointment card still in my pocket. Well, I guess I’ll just have to fly back in a week and give it to her as a New Year’s gift.