“You gonna give me another money shot? A facial?.” She asked, or maybe teased by her tone, as I came to the door too, walking slow and unhurried, despite my erection tenting my jeans.
“Some for your face, some for your mouth, and maybe…” It was a lot even for me, I barely stopped myself from rasping it, or from clearing my throat before adding. “Some for your tits.”
“You’re not surprised I know what those terms are?” Her eyes were bright with excitement at the idea, but her tone was disappointed to not get a reaction out of me.
“I figure you watch at least as much porn as I do.” She scoffed at that but didn’t actually try and argue it. I laughed, spare key (hidden in a planter box) half in the door. “Guess I don’t have to watch porn anymore, now that I got you I won’t be masturbating again.”
“Oh fuck!” Falling against the wall, panting and staring at me.
If I wasn’t hard already that would have gotten me there. I mean she was practically… Almost literally floored by the idea that I would be messing around with her so much that I wouldn’t masturbate again. I think she would have had the same reaction if somebody would have given her a few million dollars, or if Han Solo would have flown down in the Falcon and said the Rebellion needed our help in the fight against the Imperials. She stared at me like her dreams were coming true.
I got the door open, motioned her in, she went, watching me ogle her ass, almost slapping her hands to it but instead (mostly) stopping herself and putting them to her hips. Pretending it was an intentional pose. I glanced around before stepping inside, not that anybody would suspect my sister and I were here for Round 2 of Incestuous Second/Third base but that was why were were here and I couldn’t help but look. Distantly there was somebody walking their dog but probably too far away to register us, otherwise nobody around to wonder anything. I stepped in, closed the door, put the chain on to make sure nobody could randomly stop by and bust us.
“Foster!” She called with breathless delight as I put her against the wall, one of the billion things grandma had hanging went a little askew but it was a wooden bird so I didn’t move her or anything, grabbed her hips, pinning her hands (she’d still been in that sort of sassy pose) to them.
“Anything I want.” I whispered before kissing her again, this time it was me who was the instigator but she was no less willing from the moment our lips met.
It was an amazing kiss, better, I think, because there wasn’t the buzzing worry if Nev would have issues or judgements. It was just the two of us and we kissed like it would always be just the two of us. My hands slowly moving our hands around to her butt, entwining my fingers with hers, squeezing the big caboose through the brown leggings. I felt her… Not squeezing but certainly exploring the feel of her own backside, maybe because she had no choice, maybe to figure out why I reported liking her big soft booty so much.
Once more she gave signs to how little experience she had, turning away during the kiss to gasp, she’d forgotten to breath through her nose. Like before there was no stopping myself when her neck was right there, almost vampire-like I attached, only no teeth. The taste of her returning to me as alluring as before.
“Foster!” She cried out, pulling her hands free to grab at my shirt, shoving her neck at my mouth.
“Marissa,” I whispered back as I kissed my way to her shoulder, pulling at the baggy shirt that seemed to be made for this, exposing her completely to the deltoid.
“Foster!” Again, I thought it was for the newer sensation of my mouth working the sensitive flesh of her shoulder. But her hands tightened and pulled, for her own focus and my attention. “You said… You said… You… Were gonna practice for Nevy by… Making me come?”
“Yes,” Still kissing her neck and shoulder.
“Foster? How?”
“My fingers and my mouth.” It was good we weren’t trying this at home, her cry of relief and needy approval was loud enough that it would have had mom and dad running in. I let a hand travel past her expansive ass territory, up between her legs. “And when we’re both ready… Eventually… I’m gonna make you come on my damn dick.”
“I need it! I need to come so bad! Sucking you… Kissing you… I’m fucking drenched!” And she did the sexiest thing I thought I’d ever see, she started pushing her brown leggings down to show me.
To show me!
I let her, parting just enough to see as my sister pushed panties and leggings down as far as she could reach, then shoved herself forward at me. I guess she thought the shirt was in the way because she yanked that up. Exposing herself from belly to knees. Her legs were nice to behold but not the main part of my focus at all. They were thick and smooth, but her pussy… It was shaved as only my fucking sister would do. For half a second I thought it was just a weird kinda swirly choice, then I realized it was an M. With the outside “legs” of it curving in on the inner V part. The fact that her pubic hair was so sparse made it more difficult to pick out.
What was not at all difficult was that she was right, she was drenched. Her folds of pink labia were coated as if in a glossy clear candy shell. Unable to stand straight, even for a second she bucked, knees almost giving out, but trying to give me the view of her. I had to reach out and grab a hip to stop her, her head thumping against the wall but she nodded while my hand took hold of her bare ass, my other went over her not insignificant belly, to her M-Fuzz. My fingers yearned to find her warmth as I saw her wetness was now smeared all down the inside of her thighs, by her bucking and bouncing.
Finding the elastic of her panties and leggings I pulled on it, looking inside. “Jesus!”
“Oh god!” She couldn’t see but imaged they were soaked, was embarrassed about it.
“You’re so wet!” I didn’t really see anything in there, it was disappointed but reality, but I wasn’t gonna say that, her eyes getting bigger as I danced my fingers up her thighs.
“Fffffuuuucccckkkkkk Foster!” Marissa let out as my digits finally found her womanhood.
“You didn’t lie, you are so fucking soaking wet.” I couldn’t get much more than a whisper because I was shocked to my damn core at how saturated I’d gotten my sister’s pussy was. I didn’t know how there hadn’t been signs in the leggings and panties, I almost took a second look. “So wet!”
“Yes! I am!” Turning towards me even though it clearly embarrassed her, ever so slightly rocking her hips with the movement of my fingers.
She was so wet and warm, I stroked through over her labia, tantalized but did not dial in on her clitoris. I loved the feel of her inner folds, which were not so inner, they were soft and alluring. I swirled at her entrance, just like her clit, I teased it. Did not enter, not more than the tip of my finger.
I kissed her some but it was obvious she couldn’t concentrate on that while her body was being pleasured. The times I’d done this before… I couldn’t remember exactly why, maybe me or maybe the women, but for sure none had looked at me while I did it. It was intimate as hell looking into the deep dark beautiful sparkling brown eyes of Marissa. It made it… Weird for sure but also I could see, by the way her lips moved or the spot between her eyebrows tightened, which things she really liked.
“Foster… Foster this feels so good!” She whimpered.
“Jesus, I can smell you. You… How… You’re so freaking wet!” Not just the inside of her thighs now, it was all down to where her leggings and panties were stretched out at her knees.
“Sorry.” Reaching up to cup the sides of my face with both hands, putting her thumbs together to plug my nose. “Don’t look. Don’t smell.”
“Marissa!” Twisting away from the thumbs while growling her name.
“Please don’t… Don’t smell it! Don’t think about it! Don’t stop.” Flopping against the wall some more, anguished. Certain. Certain of certain doom.
“Marissa…” She repeated her plea overtop my words, pressing her hands back to the sides of my face, I ignored it. Tried to get out what I wanted to say, “If Nev is as wet as you… Fuck, if she’s half as wet as you…”
“Nnnno! She won’t be! We’ve talked and… Like Truth or Dare and… I asked them and they don’t get this wet.” It was obviously something that bothered my sister, I imagined her doing subtle or not so subtle little polls of her friends whenever she could. I’d bet good money they were awkward questions like, “How much? Would it take a single kitchen sponge or two to soak it up. You know one of those normal ones you see, with the green scrubby pad on the other side, would that take care of it easily?” It made me push through her hold to get back at her lips, she kissed me but it was distracted, her legs had come together, not stopping me but hindering. “So don’t worry about that and… Please don’t stop.”
“Marissa you don’t understand…” She started to say something, a fretful expression all over her face, but I talked over her. “If Nevy is half as wet as you the first time I finger her… There is no way I could…” Once more she started talking, pleading, I talked over her. “I would have to go down on her. I would have to! Have to… Taste all this wetness, all this… You smell so fucking good I have to taste it.”
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