“God, I can’t believe we’re doing this…” she said in disbelief, obviously.
“Look, Jordan if you want to stop…” I said very half-heartedly.
“No way. You’re so hot, Matt. We… we don’t have to have sex. I mean, we shouldn’t. But could you…” she fell silent, and leaned backwards on the sofa, removing her shorts. I was shocked to see she’d not been wearing any panties underneath. “Matt. Please, use your mouth. I can use mine too.”
I think we can all pretty much guess at this point, that I’m going to hell.
I plunged down into her most holy of holies. I didn’t need to tease her or warm her up, she was already as wet as any I’d ever seen. She moaned loudly and aggressively, as my tongue did its thing on her. She started grabbing my brown hair, which was just long enough to be grabbed at all.
Her moans grew louder and louder until she arced her back like a bridge upwards and let out a howling sound. I pulled back, but she leaped forward, grabbed me, and stuck her tongue deep in my mouth. Next thing I knew, I was on my back, making out passionately with my sister. Again she started moving down south, kissing my chest, my stomach, until finally she removed my boxers and gently kissed my hard dick.
“Oh, this is so wrong.” she moaned, and licked the tip.
“I’m so sorry, Jordan.” I said, and gasped at the pleasure she gave me.
“Don’t be. I’m – lick – just as guilty as you.”
It tore on my conscience how untrue that was, and yet I couldn’t – wouldn’t – do anything to stop it. I could make her stop, maybe rinse away any guilt she might have when she got her senses back. Hell, for all I knew, I might had been able to make her forget it all. But I didn’t even try. To be honest, a part of me wanted this to only be the beginning. Some diabolical side of me was already scheming and plotting for my imminent harem. The idea was so tempting.
Jordan wrapped her lips around me, taking the whole of my dick into her mouth. Her blowjob was deliciously sloppy, not at all neat like Denise’s had been. She greedily sucked my cock, making slurping noises and fingering herself. She bobbed her head back and forth more and more rapidly, until she deepthroated me hard and kept the whole thing in her throat for about ten seconds. Then she slowly pulled back, giving concurrent suction to my rod. The noise was loud and messy, and then she pulled back and made a pop sound as her lips left the crown of my cock. Then she started sucking me aggressively again, jerking me with her one hand as she went.
“Jordan…” I said.
“What is it?”
“Can you do me with your breasts?”
She just smiled, softly kissed my dick, and pinched her own nipples for me. As her tender, beautiful boobs enveloped my hard cock, I felt like I was in heaven. She used her hands to make her tits squeeze my member, and in a couple of minutes’ time I came a mighty load on her face. Sperm stuck to her chin, and some fell down unto her breasts.
I was lost.
We sat there for a while, naked and confused. From her perspective, this must have all seemed really strange, but for some reason she wasn’t questioning the reality of it. She seemed to assume that she had indeed wanted all of it. She trotted into the downstairs bathroom to clean up, and as she came out I passed her on my way in. Our eyes met, and I knew I had to make some kind of amends for this.
You won’t tell anyone about this. You won’t feel bad or guilty. It will be a nice memory, but a secret.
“Hey, Matt.” she said as I was about to close the bathroom door.
“Yeah?”
“Let’s not tell anyone about this, okay?”
“Are you kidding? Of course not.”
“I don’t know what came over me…”
“Me neither,” I lied. “But let’s not beat ourselves up about it. As long as we can, you know, still be around each other.”
“Without succumbing to carnal lust?” she said jokingly. It was strange somehow, how much the same she was.
“Without it being weird.”
“Let’s just see it as a great source of inside jokes.”
“Sure.”
With that I closed the door. I splashed some cold water in my face. My head wasn’t hurting at all anymore. Maybe reaching climax soothed it. In either case, I decided it was too dangerous around my family with this power. I needed to find some other way to… relieve myself. I thought of Denise, but why stop there? The world was full of beautiful women who weren’t related to me. With some proper practice, this power might just be the best thing that ever happened.
In retrospect, that last part is debatable.
As I stepped into the shower, I looked at the bathroom wall and could somehow perceive Jordan’s figure through the tiles. I felt a beating within the beating of my heart. Was she somehow linked to me, so that I could sense her presence?
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