She lay there, still, watching the spectacle for what felt like an hour – long enough for me to realize that this, yet again, was not happening. I eased off the pressure – now crazed with the lust my body was desperate to expel. She sat up, looked down at my frustrated grimace with her smile of seductions and lay back down on my shoulder to snuggle with me and continue to draw her invisible figures on my chest.
“You can do it – don’t give up, Josh.”
I sighed with ill content and shook my head. “Sorry… no fireworks show tonight, I guess. This has been weird enough – the post nut clarity on this is gonna kill me.” I moaned into my hand. This statement made her move more determinately, yet still delicately down my chest, where she toyed with my pre-cum soaked fingers for a bit.
“Don’t give up on meeee, Joooosh.” She whispered into my ear. I hadn’t a clue what was going on, but I felt like she was going to torture me to death with her succubine hold on my masculinity. I jerked to as I felt her warm, fluid-stained right hand wrap tightly around the base of my cock.
“I know what you need, big bro. Please – just let me give it to you. Just this once… and we’ll forget all about it.” I hesitated. What was this tone?
Any reasonable man would’ve stopped his little sister from defiling her hand on his cock, but I was too far gone to even think that far. She hummed a low, sensual laughter into my ear as she leaned close enough to bite my earlobe. “It’s so wrong, letting your baby sister touch your cock… but it feels so good.” She whispered. My eyes shot open as I came to the terrible conclusion that somewhere along the way, I, too, had transferred my emotions and developed some form of a kink for specifically, my sister.
With her free hand, she let her hair down on my chest as she continued to whisper, finally moving her hand up and down while whispering: “I’ve been so patient – waiting all these years for you to see me and for me to see you… now you want to deprive me of seeing this? Please – I can’t take it.”
I swallowed. This was unlike anything I’d ever felt before – something more than a burning fire beyond my balls. This was pure, bestial, wrong lust.
She smacked her lips as she continued moving her hand up my cock, pausing briefly to play with my head – smearing her hand and the rest of my steely member in my own fluids. “God, I just wanna taste it. Can I taste it, Josh? Can I taste you?” It took every fiber of my being to coordinate a: “T-that’d… be… too far… I think.”
She hummed another melodious laugh and instead of licking my cock licked the arch of my ear. “Not if it doesn’t mean anything other than some fun… but you’re watching out for me, even if you want my little lips around your cock. I don’t think you understand how much I want it, too – can I, Josh? Can I wrap my lips around your cock and feel you fill my stomach up with your seed?” I couldn’t say anything. I was paralyzed – focusing only on the thin fingers moving up and down my member.
“Come on, sweetie. Cum for your little sister – give her a nice supper. Something to fill her belly until morning.” Every neuron in my body fired simultaneously – I was sure I was going to have a seizure. Her use of the endearment had done it for me – there was no turning back.
“I want it everywhere I can reach with my tongue – cum for me, big bro. P-please, just come for me this once.” And cum I did.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as imagery of natural disasters filled my mind. Well-toned muscles I never knew I had expelled jets of cum to the night’s sky before the steaming hot mess landed on us both in between my throes of joy. In that moment, I felt all desire to change anything in my life disintegrate before my eyes – that moment was life, itself. The chaos of a mind so warped with ecstasy that half a decade of pain disappeared in the jerk of a wrist.
She jerked me slower and slower, allowing me to come down from my high like a true Lady would. I was breathless. Wordless. Uneducated and apoplectic – nothing existed in my mind but the ever-more distant memories of that violent explosion of euphoria and cum.
I felt her tongue kiss my ear before she whispered another playful: “How’s that for a second date?” I couldn’t stop myself from laughing – regularly at first, then hysterically, infecting my cum-covered baby sister before long.
She lay snuggling me on the side, her arm complete covered in my white, sticky mess. Her legs moved constantly as she slapped my side with her pelvis – her tight shorts drawn all the way into her crotch. I tried to look at her face, but couldn’t see anything for her strong hand keeping my neck from moving. Finally, she whispered: “How’s that clarity coming along? Feel like sulking or… would you like to do something else?” To my surprise, I wasn’t feeling like sulking at all. I’d thought myself a psychopath when my father had died – I’d never shed a tear over the man, after all. But as I lay there, covered in the cum milked by my sister’s eager hand, I came to the realization that I was most likely a sociopath – not that much better, but it allowed me to distance myself from the incestuous sin I had performed.
“I-… I’d like to do something else.” I whispered. I felt her soft lips graze my neck.
“And what do you want to see, Josh? You’ve got to tell me – I’m not sure what to do.” It began to dawn on him how she’d known how to set him off – she’d just done what she enjoyed… luckily, it worked for him too… I wasn’t too surprised – we were blood, after all.
“I want to see you cum.” I was a bit too cautious, I could tell by the frustrated movements of her legs inside her sleeping-bag. I wasn’t one for rough play – never had the liking for it. But, as anyone at my job could tell you, I could have a mouth on me.
I turned to meet her and as I did, she lay down on her back, staring into the starry night’s sky while frustratingly gyrating her hips against her shorts. She held her hands atop her stomach and whimpered: “I-I don’t know what to do… you weren’t around to teach me how to get release from this Hell – please. I need your help…” It just so happened I knew exactly what to do. I hadn’t been slacking during my practicals at the gynecologist’s ward – I’d been told every last, damn trick that I had to avoid above all to save myself a lawsuit.
“I don’t know, Sarah… I’m not sure you’d make it through my tricks and still be able to get down from here tomorrow.” She gasped and slowly rubbed her breast over her shirt. I could scarcely believe that this was my sister – this Goddess of a sexual being sought kept from me by making her my blood relative.
“P-Please, I’m aching… just tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Help me, Josh.” She continued to whimper, slowly moving her hands down to her shorts. Nu-uh. If I was going to burn in hell, I was going face-first into the inferno in the knowing that I, at least, had gotten my sister off on my own.
I sat up, my cock raging hard again and leapt between her legs, where I grabbed hold of her shorts and paused to look at her. I was in sound mind – that was the worst of it. I saw the intermixed hunger and fear in her eyes and spoke: “I’ll make this mountain shake so hard you’ll have to grab hold of me not to fall off.” Hearing me speak seemed to relax her. She moved her legs together to facilitate me sliding her shorts off to bare her white lace underwear – a strange choice for a mountain walk, but my cock wasn’t disagreeing.
I hovered above her to look at her. Still clad in her shirt, her nipples threatened to cut through the fabric in their solidity and rigidity and her shirt had fallen up just enough to reveal her pronounced ribs and her thin abdomen. Most of all, I fell in love with the pelvic crests and the outline of her general pelvis leading down to those white panties. “These’ll stay on. Mine did, after all.” I promised and ran my thumb over her mons. She whole-heartedly nodded and kept her expectant gaze trained on me.
“N-No, Josh, I h-haven’t washed-” She protested as I fell down on my four between her legs. I looked up with a raised brow and noted how she hadn’t really tried to stop me – she’d just extended her arms for me to return to hug her. I wish I could. I wish I could have laid next to her and spoken filth into her ear like she’d done to me – to feel her heave and breathe against me as I pushed her to the climax. But I hadn’t learned how it worked down there – not from that angle. I needed to see, to feel and smell her from a clinical perspective – face first right in that soppy, narrow slit.
“Tell me to stop, then.” I smiled back at her as I laid down to kiss her thighs. She almost slammed her thin legs around me, but in what appeared to be fear of stopping me, she kept them to her sides and aggressively kneaded her breasts with her hands while gyrating her hip up towards my warm breaths.
I finally kissed her panties to an unexpected surprise. The cloth, the surrounding skin – even the ground beneath her was covered in her drool – drool from a mouth hungering for me. Only a few days before, I’d have died before I’d ever imagined gulping down mouthful after mouthful of her slippery, slimy, musky juices, but at that moment I couldn’t get enough – nor could she. “G-God, J-Josh… P-please, I need it – I need release.” She whimpered as she continued to eagerly rub her breasts. Finally, I began to toy my tongue around the rim of her panties, tickling her clean-shaven groin with such intensity it gave her goosebumps all over.
I licked in long slides of my tongue atop her panties – from her opening to the approximate location of her clitoris. I lapped at her a dozen times before I began to toy with her outer labia with my right hand, but continued to focus on her nub, taking great enjoyment from her desperate whimpers. She stared down at me, whispering: “Please, Josh – please, Josh – I need it. I need you.”
Finally, I began my maneuvering for real. After the promise of keeping her panties in place, it came as a shock to her as my tongue wormed its way in to touch her bare flesh – it was enough to make her shudder with what I hoped to be pleasure. Then, before she could settle down, I moved my fingers closer, running a finger along her labia while she moaned ever-louder – still not receiving the attention she wanted. She needed.
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