“Feeling weird at all?” she checked.
“Nope. Feels just like I’m getting my dick sucked,” I said. “How about for you?”
“Nothing weird so far. Tastes just like a dick,” she confirmed before giving it another two kisses. She stopped and put her nose to it, sniffed, then moved it a tad to smell another spot. “Mmm,” she blurted to herself. “Do you spray anything down here?”
“What? No. Why?”
She sniffed again, then lifted my dick to smell under it near my balls. “I… I don’t know. You smell REALLY good down here.”
“Like how?” I asked, just as confused as she was.
Liz put more of her face into my crotch this time, taking a few more studying whiffs and then pulling her head back to look at it. “I don’t know. It’s just… nice. Like some kind of sandy musk. Is it just down there?”
She pushed herself further up my naked front, touching her nose to my chest now as she lightly inhaled a few select spots. She smelled my neck, then my shoulders then patted my arm. “Lift your arm.”
I raised my arm. She smelled my armpit, taking in a few strong sniffs. It was a little strange. Was she some kind of smell freak? I knew she liked candles and all that Bath and Bodyworks bullshit, but this was unforeseen. Something about it though was slightly erotic… instinctive on a natural base.
We were exploring each other’s naked bodies, so I guess she was taking in the full experience. It must have been triggering some kind of chemical in her, putting her into full overdrive heat, which, as horny as I was, I was not going to stop.
She smelled my chest again. “It’s kinda in different places. Maybe it’s your body wash? I think it’s just your natural smell though. I can’t tell. Your penis just smells REALLY good, though. Okay, sorry. Got sidetracked.”
“Should I try my taste test on YOU?” I offered.
She smiled and did that playful thing where she bit the edge of her lip, searing her red-hot eyes into mine as she pushed herself up on all fours. “Absolutely,” she invited, then tilting and laying on her back against the other end of the couch.
I shuffled toward her, my throbbing cock pulsating as I began to kiss her legs and knees before trailing my lips to her glorious pussy. I was never great at eating a girl out, so I certainly didn’t have any expectations and wanted to keep it simple.
I puckered my lips across the top. She must have just shaved that morning because there was no evidence of any scratchy hairs getting in my way. She cooed and spread her legs, guiding me by the back of my head.
I simply dragged my tongue back and forth across the top of her slit. Her breaths were shaky and she let out soft moans. I dipped the edge of my tongue inside, flicking it like a lizard, giving it a swirl here and there. Making sure to apply pressure to her stomach and caress her hips as I sucked and kissed her honey pot.
Her breathing was heavier now. “Do you have protection?” she asked.
I pulled my head back to look at her. “No. Do you?”
“Why would I keep condoms around? That’s a guy’s responsibility,” she insisted with a tone that could have been on the edge of starting another one of our vocal sibling squabbles.
“I don’t use them,” I told her. “I can pull out of you… if you still want to do this.”
Her eyes were still closed as her eager hands tried to pull me closer to her. “Just shoot it out on my stomach or tits when you’re ready,” she ordered.
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I positioned myself over her and looked down at her face. “Should we kiss? Or would that be weird by getting too personal?”
“It doesn’t get much more personal than your penis entering inside my body,” she conjectured. “So I think a kiss will be manageable.”
I landed my lips on hers, jawing my mouth as her fingers, on one hand, tried to guide my face while the fingers on the other attempted to reach under and stroke my stiffened cock.
Our smooth tongues massaged. Our lips sank together. When we finally unclicked, I gently brushed some hair out of her eyesight. “Well?” I asked.
“I was thinking of that scene in “Back to the Future,” when Marty kisses his mom and she says it felt like kissing her brother,” Liz noted. “It doesn’t feel like that. I don’t feel like I’m kissing my brother. It feels like a great, perfect kiss.”
I dunked my head back down and enveloped my lips around hers again. We made out for a good two or so minutes; our naked bodies completely enraptured and entangled around each other. She was tugging my dick toward her pussy. I could tell she wanted me and wanted me NOW.
It was the point of no return. Sure, everything we had done up until then was fucked up in its own right. My mind was still shortcircuiting trying to piece together how it lead to this.
But if we stopped here and now, it would only calculate to some physical tomfoolery between us, and nothing further. Sure, my sister had my dick in her mouth, but it’s not like I came. We were still short of the grand finale… the big show.
Our bodies were clearly too deeply in heat; too passionately invested to turn back now. It would be the all-time worst case of blue balls for me. I was in. Was she?
“Still want to do it?” she then asked, as if sifting through the unbelievable craziness to read my cluttered mind. “We can still stop. We can just get each other off… masturbate with each other, you know? Just the thought of you going to jerk off in the shower is hot enough to satisfy me.”
“Yeah?” I whispered, kissing her cheek.
“Yeah,” she purred back. “I changed my mind. I love the idea of going into there naked for my shower after you now and knowing that your dick has shot and spazzed out cum over the walls. Do you really do it?”
“Mmm,” I moaned, sliding my hard cock into her pussy. “Yes.”
“Fuuuck,” she moaned as I began to grind against her. “I do, too. I lay there and detach the shower head nozzle and use that.”
“Uggh, so hot,” I groaned.
“How much do you masturbate a week?” she whispered.
“Almost every day.”
“Me, too.”
“It’s so hot to know you’re like that,” I told her.
She wrapped her arms around my back. “I already knew it happens. But it’s hot just to hear my brother admitting to shooting cum out of his dick.”
I moaned and mounted her in a smooth, rhythmic manner. She looked down and tried to watch as my dick went in and out of her below. “Is this really happening?” she asked in a hushed, almost breathless tone, even though we weren’t moving all that fast. “Are you really going into me right now? Are we actually having sex?”
“Yesss,” I groaned, kissing her neck.
“How does it feel?”
“So amazing,” I told her. “This is incredible. I don’t think I’ve… ever felt anything like this before.”
“I know,” she whispered. “It’s like a combination of having sex, making love, and fucking. Does my pussy feel different from any other girls’?”
“So much better. I just… can’t describe it,” I huffed, wrapping my mouth around one of her breasts and sucking the nipple.
“Your dick feels so fucking good,” she moaned. “I don’t know if it’s because you’re good, to begin with, or because we’re related. I seriously cannot wait for you to cum on me. My pussy is gonna blow so damn hard when I see cum shooting out of your dick onto my boobs and know that I caused it.”
I started slapping into her bare, wet cunt even faster; the sounds of our naked wet skin hitting inducing animalistic moans between us. “I already know I want to do this with you more,” I announced.
“Yeah?” she moaned. Her boobs ruffled against my chest as she pulled my head down closer to hers. “What do you think about me becoming your girlfriend? Like a secret official boyfriend-girlfriend thing?”
“Like take you out on dates and bring you flowers and hold hands and stuff like that?” I wondered as I swiftly rocked. “Do you wanna be my girlfriend?”
“If you wanna try it out,” she muttered. “I would love to be your official girlfriend.”
I moaned and pounded into her harder and faster. I panted, in total, undeniable sexual heat. Her fingers clawed my shoulders before her hands slightly pushed my chest up.
“Fuck. I wanna ride you,” she announced.
I gave a few more pumps and slowed to a stop, carefully retracting my hard dick out of her slicked pussy as it slightly boinged up and down a few times like a diving board.
I lay back as she snaked on top of me, eagerly tugging at my pulsating cock before positioning herself above my crotch. She looked down and lowered her rear, holding my stiff member straight up so it could slide into her like a connecting piece in the game Tetris.
She sank her ass cheeks against my legs and gave her bottom a little wiggle, adjusting her comfortable as she slowly began to rock up and down, closing her eyes as she ran her hands through her hair.
I noticed girls did that a lot while riding a cock or a vibrator like it was some automatic reaction engrained into their sexual DNA to show just how good they were feeling in that position. It always felt good when girls rode me; their assertive control took the lead as I enjoyed the view.
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