Literotic asexstories – Falling in Love With My Sister Pt. 03 by sensualryan,sensualryan
The incredible experience of the night before left us exhausted and neither of us had moved all night. Amy must have been awake for a while before me. The moment I opened my eyes, she greeted me with a “good morning sleepy head,” followed by a sweet warm French kiss that made me tingle right down to my toes. We were both toasty warm under the sheets.
She crawled over top of me and rubbed her nipples on my chest. She looked so beautiful in the morning sun as I stared up at her. She kissed my mouth again and said, “It’s only 7:00 so we have some time if you want to play.”
She then kissed my neck and down my chest. She paused to lick one of my nipples and I moaned in pleasure. “Somebody likes his nipples touched,” she said, as she kept licking it.
I had already woken up with a raging “morning wood” hardon and her attentions to my nipples made it throb. She squeezed herself into the gap between my arm and body and cuddled in as she continued sucking my nipple. Her hand exploring my stomach and occasionally venturing down further.
I reached down and started running my hand over the shaft of my cock and felt the wetness of precum on my stomach already. When she saw my hand moving under the sheets, she pulled them off to watch what I was doing.
“Let me see you stroke it,” she said, as she moved my hand so it wrapped around the shaft.
I began gently stroking my cock for her and she seemed to love watching me. I’d circle my head and go down the shaft, sometimes stopping to squeeze my balls.
“Is that how you do it when you’re alone in your bedroom?” She asked.
“This is how it starts, I told her but it feels better with lube so I can squeeze it and make it all slippery, like it feels when it’s inside you,” I replied.
“What do you use for lube?” she asked, fascinated by the spectacle of watching me masturbate.
“I’ve used spit, hand cream, coconut oil, or even shortening, as long as it’s good and slippery, it feels good,” I told her.
“Have you ever used some of my hand cream?” she asked as she took my whole nipple in her mouth.
“Yes,” I moaned back, hoping she wouldn’t be mad at me.
“You are a very bad boy,” she whispered sensually.
“Have you ever thought about me when you’re touching yourself?” she asked, her arousal with every question was increasing.
“Yes, I have,” I replied.
“When was the last time?” she asked, as she gently rubbed my balls and gently bit my nipple.
I knew exactly how long ago I had jerked off while thinking about her but I never thought I would be telling anyone about it, especially her.
“It was last Saturday when mom and dad went to the mall and left us alone at the house.” I told her.
“Did you do it in your room?” she asked.
“No,” I replied.
She started using her hand to tease my other nipple. My balls were begging for her to touch them again.
“Where were you, you naughty boy?” she asked with a giggle.
“I was in your room,” I told her.
“That’s scandalous, were you using my hand cream?” she asked and started to bite my nipple harder.
“No,” I replied.
She leaned down and let a huge ball of spit fall out of her mouth onto my cock and hand. It felt so good to stroke myself with it.”
“Did you use spit then?” then she asked playfully.
“No,” I told her “I was using your red satin panties.”
“You like stroking your cock with my panties, do you?” She said. It sounded so erotic to hear her talking like that.
No wonder they were stained, it wasn’t the washing machine, you are a very dirty boy,” she said.
She moved up the bed and put one of her nipples in my mouth, while she teased and pinched mine with her fingers. I could feel how hard her nipple was with my tongue.
“What were you thinking about when you were fucking my underwear?” she asked, letting me enjoy her nipple a bit before answering her.
“You in your skimpy blue bikini,” I told her.
“What was I doing in my skimpy blue bikini,” she whispered.
“I was watching you sunbathe from your bedroom window that day,” I told her. Just saying it out loud made me harder and brought me closer to orgasm.
She leaned in close as I stroked myself harder. “What did you fantasize about doing to me while I was sunbathing Kevin?” she whispered so sensually there was no way for me to resist any further.
“I wanted to Fuck you.” I moaned as my cock exploded spraying cum all over my stomach. I stroked harder and rope after rope of cum sprayed on the sheets and on Amy’s legs. I milked every drop out of me as she watched. I never thought I’d jerk off in front of anyone, but Amy just made it so sensual I couldn’t resist.
She kissed me again, long, and hard. “Now that’s how you have a good morning baby,” she said.
“God that was good,” I told her breathlessly, “anything you want me to do for you?”
She smiled and said, “you already did it.”
I got out of bed and headed for the shower. I was a mess, but I felt great. When I got back, I found Amy with her legs wide open on the bed, knees up, examining her pussy with one of the small mirrors from her purse.
“Everything ok?” I asked.
“Yes, I just wanted to see how red and sore it was, it felt a bit tender the more aroused I got watching you,” she told me.
“Amy, we don’t have to do anything tonight, really I’m not going to be disappointed,” I told her. I meant every word.
“We’re not wasting our last night here Kevin,” she said with a smile. She put away the mirror, gave me a kiss and headed to the shower.
She stopped just before the bathroom door. “Hey Kevin,” she called playfully.
I looked up and she had spread her legs wide open and was bent over at the waist holding her ass cheeks apart so I could clearly see her pussy and anus. “The little hole isn’t sore at all!” She said with a very evil laugh before disappearing into the bathroom.
I got dressed as quick as I could and got out of there before my cock started to get hard again.
I went out to the kitchen and found mom sitting on a chair beside the dining table having her coffee. “Where’s Dad?” I asked.
“He’s sleeping in today,” she said “want a cup?”. She gestured to her coffee cup.
“Sure,” I said, as I grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee. Mom had grabbed a chair and put it right in front of her for me to sit in, “We should talk,” she said.
Mom looked at me and tried to speak then stopped. She took another sip of coffee and let out a big sigh trying to calm herself. After a moment she reached forward and put her hand on my thigh.
“Kevin, what are you and Amy doing at night in your bedroom?” she blurted out.
I was caught off guard. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“There have been a lot of noises during the night, dad and I can hear them.” she said.
“It’s just us talking, you know we get carried away sometimes,” I told her.
“Kevin, a woman knows what those noises are,” she was serious.
I was speechless. I wasn’t sure what to say. Mom could see I was uncertain what I should be doing next.
“Luckily I have your father convinced it’s just you two telling ghost stories and rough housing.” she continued, “are you using protection?”
The question was blunt, and I was shocked I was even talking about it. I looked at the floor, “No,”
I thought mom would lose her mind, but she calmly said, “I’ll get some morning after pills when we get home. You’ll have to give them to her.”
I looked up at her sheepishly, “thank you,”
Mom paused and I thought the conversation was over when she asked, “Are you treating her right? Are you being careful not to hurt her?”
The question seemed odd, then I quickly realized Amy was her little girl.
“Yes, I have been gentle mostly, but we have gotten carried away sometimes.” I said shyly.
“I can tell when you get carried away,” she said half smiling. “Just make sure her body has time to adjust to yours. I was the one who used to change your diaper, so I know you aren’t a little boy,” she said it like we were sharing a secret.
I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation with my mother. I looked back at the floor and said, “I promise I won’t hurt her.”
“You better not Kevin, because I’m only going to cover for you two if I know you are being kind to one another and doing things carefully so both of you are safe,” she sounded like a mom as she said it. She patted my thigh and leaned back in her chair.
I should have ended the conversation there, but I was relieved mom was covering for us and knew exactly what we were doing.
I was worried about what might happen tonight between Amy and I, so found the courage to ask her, “Have you ever tried anal sex?”
Moms face got flush red, and she was suddenly very shy. “Yes, I have, why would you want to know that?” she asked.
I didn’t want to embarrass her any further, but I knew I needed a woman’s advice on how to have anal sex before we tried. “Amy and I might try it later tonight and I don’t know enough about making sure it’s not painful for her. Other than I know we should be using lots of lube.” I said.
Mom was bright red now and I couldn’t help but notice her nipples were starting to show under her thigh length black nightgown that had a great sexy slit up the hip.
“Are you sure this is something she wants to do?” She asked.
“It was her idea,” I replied.
Mom used both hands to take another sip of coffee from her mug. She noticed her nipples were getting hard when her arms brushed across them; she kept her arms up to try and hide her arousal from me.
“She told you she wants to try it?” she asked.
“Sort of,” I said, “Her, ummm, vagina is too sore from the last two nights, and she wasn’t sure it would be possible to have regular sex for a while. When I told her we could just do oral or not do anything, she said she wanted to do other things. She made it pretty clear what she wanted when we talked this morning.”
Mom’s eyes softened and her body language changed, she was clearly turned on by knowing how much sex Amy and I were having. I could see her squeezing her thighs together repeatedly. I’d never seen this side of her, and it was nice to know she had a naughty side to her.
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