I saw everything, and I mean everything, except her face, which was covered by a pillow, muffling her screams of pleasure. Her one hand held the pillow in place, while the other one…
Shoved the tissue inside. That’s right. She was busy shoving my filthy, cum soaked tissue inside herself.
I don’t know what I was expecting exactly, coming into this room, but never in my wildest dreams could I have ever predicted this.
She didn’t even realize I was there, as I looked at her slack-jawed, in absolute awe. She was completely engrossed in her pleasure.
What happened next, I never could have ever imagined, not even in my wildest wet dreams.
A large volume of fluid came gushing out of her, jetting down her thighs and legs, creating a large wet spot on the sheet below.
Her body started moving frantically, especially her hips, which bucked uncontrollably. I also noticed that the tissue, my used tissue, was completely shoved up her trench, with four of her fingers joining it.
Trace amounts of her girl juices still seeped out her little pussy, causing quite a mess down below, but soon ended once she pulled out the soggy tissue from her slot, which I think has definitely seen better days, even before its deep dive.
I was so enthralled by this deeply intimate display of carnal sensuality, that I didn’t immediately catch on to the pair of eyes looking at me, my own eyes still attentively drawn toward her inviting nether regions.
“Lukas?” She sounded out timidly, her face showing a mix of fear, shock, and uncertainty.
All I could do was gawk at her, unable to get out a single word.
“No”, she said, a look of shame crossing her face, before quickly covering herself up, with my now very wet sheet.
I stood there rooted in place for a moment, still in shock myself, but reality soon started settling in. This was my sister, and she needed me. I mean, I caught her masturbating, with my tissue, my sperm-filled tissue, my actual cum. I know I keep reiterating the same thing over and over again, but I just can’t seem to wrap my head around it. She shoveled through the garbage bin to retrieve something with my potent seed in it, with the intention of getting it into her fertile reproductive system. I don’t know, but the thought of that to me is just so… fucking hot.
Anyway, I got a little sidetracked, my actual point was, being caught by me, her own brother, doing what she did, must’ve been so embarrassing for her. So, I’m going to have to handle this situation with tact and utmost sensitivity.
“Hey sis, listen to me.”
“Just leave me alone.”
“Okay, if that’s what you really want, I’ll go, I’ll leave, but just know, I’m not mad or anything like that, alright. I love you and we’re cool, totally cool.”
“Please, just go”, she said pleadingly.
“Fine, I’m going, but just remember to clean the sheets, no pressure or anything though.”
She just groaned in annoyance followed by one of embarrassment, her body physically wincing behind the sheet from the cringe and awkwardness.
I just stood there, still not making any move to leave.
“Lukas, are you still there?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?” She asked, not in an angry way, but sounding genuinely curious.”
“I don’t know really?”
Oh… okay then. So… do you want to stay?” She tentatively asked.
That, I felt was a very loaded question. How do I respond to that? I myself don’t even know what I want, exactly. Or maybe that’s just a lie. I think I do know what I want. But what about her? Does she want this as well? And what will this mean for our future?
“Klara… what do you want me to do?”
I think-I think you should maybe stay, or you can go if you, you know, want to or whatever.
I smiled, I could almost imagine seeing her bright red cheeks through the sheet. “I think I’d rather stay, if that’s okay with you, but only on one condition.”
“What’s that?” She asked uncertainly.
“I want to see you, your face, I mean. I can’t hold a conversation with your face all covered up”, I said, letting out an awkward chuckle.
“I don’t know, I just don’t know if I can face you, she said hesitantly”, while fidgeting around nervously in bed.
“Klara, I’m not going to judge you or anything, you have absolutely nothing to worry about, and I won’t try to peak, promise”, I heard her mutter something at that last statement but was unable to decipher her words.
She suddenly, very swiftly removed the sheet from the top half of her body, exposing her full, heaving breasts to my hungry gaze. She stared directly at me, scrutinizing my every facial expression and body language as a whole. I don’t know what she saw on my face, but If I were to take a guess, it would probably be mostly blank, with drool flowing out of my mouth. Because I was staring very leeringly at her bosom, especially her nipples.
Her nipples, the best way I could describe them was to say they were very unique, in the best way possible. They were very long and prominent, causing me to imagine their texture and how it would feel to lightly bite them, chew on them, and suckle on both those succulent-looking teats. Her engorged nipples were a very bright shade of hot pink, while the areola surrounding the nipple was an even darker shade of rose pink, almost red in color. The color of her teats was starkly contrasted by her pale white fleshy tit meat, yet complemented by it beautifully.
I know I might come across as some kind of snobbish tit critic, but they really were impeccable perfection. There is just no other way to describe them, that would do them justice. And I’m not even done yet.
The two fleshy, round orbs were perfectly symmetrical, exactly proportionate to each other. And they were big, not excessively so, but they were definitely more than a handful. I always knew they were big, I mean, it would be hard not to notice, but now that they are there, fully bared in front of me in all their glory, I can finally see them at their true magnificence and scale, and I am left totally at a loss for words.
I saw them bared naked to me before, the moment I stepped into this room, but was so distracted by the almost pornographic obscenity in front of me that my eyes neglected to take in the true scope of their magnificence. They are now forever ingrained in my memory.
That made me realize something else my eyes skimmed over. Okay, maybe not skimmed over, but I definitely didn’t give it the appreciation and attention that it sorely deserved. I’m of course referring to her asshole. Sorry to be crude but the thing I saw could not be described as an anus or any other euphemism, it was cute looking, yes, but there was also something very carnal about it.
I soon realized that I was still staring intently at her tits. I didn’t know for how long; it felt like I went through an entire spiritual journey and back, as entrenched by her breasts as I was. I needed to get back to the task at hand, and what is that task exactly, I don’t think I know anymore.
Once I detached my eyes from her heavenly boobs and actually looked at her face, I discovered her looking at me, with a wide, broad smile on her innocent-looking face, but that smiled turned pretty quickly, once she saw me staring back at her, turning into an impish grin, twisting her face into something dark, sinful even.
“I see you’ve finally noticed my eyes are up here,” she said, the sexy grin still plastered on her face.
“Sorry about that”
“No, I don’t want you to be sorry, Lukas. I actually like you looking at me. I always have. There, I said it. Oh God, that’s such a relief to finally get that out there.”
“So, uh, why did you cover yourself up?” I asked, shocked by her admission.
“Because dummy, I was absolutely mortified by you catching me doing this with the… tissue.”
“And this has never happened to me before”, she said, pointing at the giant wet spot on the sheet.
“So, you’ve always wanted me to stare at you, so that’s why you always kept your legs so widely spread, you obviously knew I could see under your skirt.”
“Yeah, it’s kind of embarrassing, hearing you say it out loud but that’s all true, I can’t deny it, I like you looking at me with that look in your eye, it makes me feel so hot.”
“Klara… but you’re my-”
“Sister? Is that what you were going to say? Yes, I know that very well, trust me. That doesn’t change the way your lustful eyes on me make me feel. And that fact certainly does stop you from looking at me the way you do.”
“Now wait just a minute-”
No, it’s the truth Lukas, and you know it. I see you staring at me, undressing me with your eyes, I see you want to fuck me and guess what big brother, I like it, I like it a lot.
I was way too stunned to speak. I’ve rarely heard her curse in all the eighteen years of knowing her. So the combination of the f-bomb and her confession really threw me for a loop.
Her face softened a bit at seeing my stunned expression and she said, “That’s why I’ve been such a bitch to you lately, I couldn’t deal with my conflicting emotions. On the one hand, you are my loving big brother who I absolutely adore, on the other hand, I see a man who wants to fuck me, but who doesn’t take action and just does it. And I know my logic is flawed, absolutely absurd even, you are my big brother after all, the person who’s supposed to protect and love me, in a platonic way I might add, you can never actually do it, you can never just take me. So that’s why I had to take a piece of you. Something that I was never supposed to have in the first place.”
Realization suddenly dawned on me.
“That’s right Lukas, that is why I took your cum covered tissue. I wanted, no, needed a part of you inside of me.”
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