I got home from work and the apartment still smelled like her. Sweat, grass, and that sharp, musky scent she always carried back from the field. My older sister, Jenna, had just finished her Sunday league game. She was twenty-four, still playing competitive soccer three times a week, and she loved rubbing it in my face when she won.
Literally.
She was already in the living room when I walked in, still in her black shorts and damp jersey, socks peeled off and tossed on the floor. Her thick thighs glistened. She looked at me with that half-smirk she always wore when she had something filthy in mind.
On the floor, she said, voice low and direct. Now.
I knew what was coming. Wed done this before, ever since she caught me jerking off to her dirty laundry two years ago. She never let me forget it. I dropped to my knees without arguing. She stepped closer, hooked her thumbs in her waistband, and shoved her shorts and panties down in one rough motion. Her ass was bare, round, and shiny with sweat. The smell hit me immediately, thick and tangy from hours on the pitch.
She turned around, planted her feet on either side of my head, and lowered herself. Her cheeks spread over my face, hot and damp.
The first contact was overwhelming, the ripe, earthy scent of her unwashed ass smothering my nose and mouth.
Breathe it in, she ordered. Deep.
I had no choice. My nose pressed right against her tight, puckered hole, still slick from the game. The smell was raw, salty, a mix of sweat and her natural musk. She ground down slowly, rocking her hips so my face slid between her cheeks. Every inhale pulled that heavy scent straight into my lungs. My cock was already rock hard in my jeans.
She reached back and spread herself wider, forcing my nose deeper. Thats it. Smell how fucking sweaty I am. You love it, dont you? Little pervert getting off on his sisters dirty ass.
Her voice was calm, almost conversational, but her grip on my hair was tight. She kept me pinned there while she described every detail, the way her shorts had ridden up, how her crack had stayed damp the whole second half, how shed been thinking about doing this to me the entire drive home. I could taste the salt on my lips when she shifted and dragged her crack across my mouth.
After a few minutes she lifted up just enough to let me gasp, then dropped back down harder. Lick it. Clean the sweat off.
My tongue dragged over her hole, lapping at the salty skin. She moaned low and pushed back, grinding her full weight onto my face. The smell was even stronger now that I was tasting it too. She kept me there until my jaw ached and my face was slick with her sweat.
Finally she stood, turned around, and shoved me onto my back. She straddled my chest, shorts still around one ankle, and reached for my zipper. My cock sprang out, already leaking. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked once, rough and fast.
Youre gonna fuck me while you still smell like my ass, she said. She sank down onto me in one motion, hot and tight. The position let her lean forward so her cheeks hovered right above my face again. Every time she bounced on my cock she lowered herself just enough for another whiff.
I came hard, groaning into her ass while she kept riding me through it. She didnt stop until she got herself off too, grinding her clit against my stomach and flooding my cock with her own wetness.
When she climbed off she left me lying there, face glazed, the scent still clinging to my skin. She pulled her shorts back up, looked down at me, and grinned.
Same time next week, she said. Dont be late.
