Sarah slid off me, turned and lay down next to me. I panted a little, leaned over and kissed her briefly, then cuddled her in a spooning position. No words were spoken as we lay and relished in the moment. Time passed. Sarah was first to speak.
“This is going to be some adventure. Going to have to keep it secret, we’re going to have to act like brother and sister still.”
“Act? But you are still my sister. If I don’t get to keep teasing you, calling you names, and piss you off than I don’t think this’ll work at all.”
She laughed and jokingly slapped me, “Don’t be a dick you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do,” I said more seriously.
I rolled onto my back started thinking about all the issues that may arise. Parents, school, friends. All would have to not only be in the dark, but suspect nothing. Luckily, most people don’t think of a brother and sister as being incestuous as a general rule, but even still.
“I’m going to have a quick shower, you go make us some breakfast.”
“You know I did have toast made before you pushed me over!” I teased.
“Oh I’m sorry I thought having sex with me would have been a priority over peanut butter toast. I guess I know now,” she torted back.
She smiled at me again and went into the bathroom. It’s funny how we seem to have a blended roll now. She just was making a joke at me like she always would have as my sister (from before the V10 at least), but the joke included ‘having sex with me’. What a strange relationship this will be.
I got up, dressed, and went downstairs to the kitchen. My toast had gone cold so I threw that out and cooked some bacon and eggs with fresh toast. I was just plating up when Sarah walked down in her bathrobe. We ate breakfast and talked more or less like we would have months ago. Sarah was ‘back’ like she was from before any of this had started. I had gained a sister and a girlfriend all in one.
“Hmmm. Come on finish up and follow me”, Sarah said, mopping the last of her egg up with some toast.
“Eh?” I asked, confused.
“You came. I didn’t. My turn.” She said matter of factly.
I didn’t need another prompt. I swallowed what I was chewing on and faster than *The Flash* tidied up the kitchen; then went back upstairs. I walked in her bedroom and she was already lying on the bed, but it was the way she was lying that made it clear what was about to happen. She was at the end of the bed, legs over the end, with her crotch right at the edge. She’d also placed a large pillow on the ground, assumingly for me to kneel on.
“Ahh… Sarah… I…”
“Yeah” she replied half-heartily.
She seemed more focused on untying bahis firmaları her bathrobe. She was clearly having trouble with the knot so I went over and helped.
“Can’t believe I knotted my robe” she was mumbling.
I managed to undo the knot and opened her bathrobe. From my perspective, it was like a great birthday present or something. I was staring at her again without realising it.
“Hey earth to Kyle” she snapped her fingers at me.
“Oh sorry. I um… Sarah, I’ve never done this before”
“What? Stared without blinking at your naked sister lying on the bed in front of you waiting for your touch?”
“Ahh yeah that too. I mean, I’ve never well, gone down on someone.”
“Yeah, being a virgin, I guessed as much.” She quipped. “It’s ok I’ll tell you what to do. It’s something you just have to practice at, practice a lot”
I realised now looking back she meant that as a joke, but at the time I just agreed with her. I walked around to the end of the bed and looked at my Everest. Sarah already had a hand at her pussy and was gently slapping her lips, lightly pulling on them.
“Ok hopefully you know enough from the porn you watch to have a basic idea. We’ll keep it simple. You need to do three things. The first is pinch the top of my pussy like this…”
She grabbed the top of her lips and her clitoral hood.
“…and then just pull it back and forward, sort of like how you jerk off.”
She continued doing this for a few moments so I had a good idea.
“Then put your fingers in me, and push down and relax rhythmically. You don’t have pull ’em out, just leave them in and push down and relax”.
She reached her left hand around under her left leg, which she raised, and inserted two fingers in, again demonstrating what she said. Press down, wait, release, wait. The way she had her leg up in the air and bent looked rather awkward and it didn’t surprise me when she soon pulled her fingers out and stopped. She was still jerking the top of her pussy though.
“Then, when you’re ready, I want you to suck on my clit. You see it?”
She stopped ‘jerking’ and now pulled up and back on the outside of her pussy, exposing the top of her clit.
“All you have to do is just suck on it. You ready?” she asked.
‘No’ I thought. “Yes” I said.
I knelt onto the pillow. The first thing that struck me was the aroma. It wasn’t like I had imagined. I always thought it would smell, well, a bit like cum. It was a lot sweeter than that. I could see the white fingerprint marks in the pink of her engorged pussy, left where she had been grabbing. I took hold in the same place and started to repeat kaçak iddaa what she had. She reached down with her right hand, placed it over mine, and squeezed harder. I got the message and really pinched quite hard. Then I started pulling up and down on it all. At once I felt her clit pop out of her clitoral hood and then pop back in. I didn’t realise how incredibly similar it was to how a guy masturbates, only on a much smaller scale.
“Ohh… yeah… just like that”
A response, and a confidence builder. Whatever I was doing, I was doing it right so far. I licked two fingers and then slowly pushed into her now flaming hot pussy. The licking was virtually redundant. She was wet! I thought she was before when we had sex, but this was on an entirely different level. I did like she asked, and after I had my two fingers in I started pressing down rhythmically. Press 2 3 4 5 release 2 3 4 5. I noticed whenever I pressed down she would tighten up her pussy herself.
“Yes… that.. keep doing… ahhh”.
I looked up at her. She was playing with her breasts and nipples. Squeezing them and pinching them. I turned my attention back to her pussy. It was a simple task, really, and rhythmic. I kept at it for a minute or two until I felt ready to take the next step. I pulled up and back on her pussy to reveal her clit head. It had popped out just like before, only now I had direct access to it, with her lips stretched. I lowered my mouth to her pussy and started to suck on her clit.
“Oww.. too much Kyle, back it off a…”
I lowered how hard I was sucking.
“..yeah like that… that’s… ohhh”.
Sarah continued to moan and gasp, and even giggle. I kept sucking and doing my presses. I didn’t feel like I was actually doing much, and fought the temptation to “pile drive” my fingers into her. Instead, I decided to try something else, and started to flick my tongue across the top of her clit.
“Ahhh.. oh… god.. yeaahhh”.
Good response I suppose. Suck, flick, press down. Moan. I was now on autopilot. Pretty soon Sarah started to gyrate her hips. I kept as still as I could and let her work herself, and her pussy, around my face and fingers.
“Oh… fuck… I’m…”.
I didn’t even know about the pussy contractions. Her vagina became like a vice. Opening and closing around my fingers. Her back arched of the bed like she was possessed by the devil. She was outright screaming now. I just kept doing what I was doing, not knowing if I should stop. Her pussy had stopped the major contractions but was now quivering. I felt a hand reach down onto my head and gently pull me away.
“You (pant) you can (pant) stop now.”
“Was kaçak bahis it good?” I half asked, half joked.
She didn’t even respond. She put a hand back to her pussy and gently stroked the outside of it. I stood up and got onto the bed next to her. She still had her eyes closed, one hand between her legs, the other still playing with her breasts. Her face was flushed and she had a smile that I’d never seen before. It was wry, sultry, post-orgasmic. I felt proud that I had done a good job. When she finally opened her eyes to look at me her smile changed yet again. It became almost evil, a sarcastic “I know something you don’t” type smile. She rolled over onto me, which was slightly painful as she bent my now returned erection. She than started to slid her way down my body. It didn’t take a genius to work out what was coming.
I closed my eyes and thought about everything so far. I remembered the fear that I had with my permanent erection and how Sarah and I were arch enemies for a while. I felt her hand start to masturbate me, her lips touching the head of my penis, her tongue flicking across the jap eye. I thought of the first time she did this, how angry she was at the time, but did it none the less. I opened my eyes and looked down at her, and saw her look back at me. She ‘smiled’ with her eyes, raising her eyebrows in a way to show ‘I’m happy’. I closed my eyes again and fantasised more. I remembered the striptease she did in the bathroom. Her undressing to go skinny dipping. I remembered her swimming in the water, the water flowing off her curves, her breasts, over those erect nipples.
Sarah only had the very head of my penis in her mouth, and was constantly sucking to keep a vacuum effect on the head. She was steadily, but not rapidly, masturbating me. I thought about some of her swimming videos, how she looked in a swimsuit. I remembered how awkward I felt the first time I realised I found my sister attractive. How I tried to ‘undo’ it, how angry I felt about it.
Sarah was now taking me fully into her mouth. She’d deep throat me, then flick her tongue across my balls, pull back and lick my head. My fantasising sped up as I neared my orgasm, jump cutting from different situations and events, but always staying on Sarah. I remembered the way she looked when she was dressed up for her end of high school dinner. The formal attire that was classy, but still hot. I thought of the way she looked when I untied her bathrobe before, I remembered the way she felt when we were having sex. My balls tightened and penis jerked. I came and, as before, Sarah kept sucking on the end of my penis the entire time. She gave me a few seconds to come down from the high.
“What were you thinking about?” she asked me.
“You.” I replied.
The last thing I saw before I fell asleep was her smiling at me once again, this time a smile of love.