“Fucking god damn!” I said at the sight of her, of her pussy, there was already stuff going down her taint across her dark little backdoor.
“You like?” Trying to get to glee but stuck at disbelief.
“Looks so good sis.” She spasmed at that familial title, grinning a big hopeful Marissa grin.
“Looks yummy?” AKA eat me already.
I dropped to my knees and she squeaked at the sight of me crawling the rest of the way to her, as much to tease her as because my legs were so wobbly. The closer I got the more lightheaded I was. The smell, the sight, and the thought of being moments away from actually licking my sister really did a number on me. Actually licking a woman for the first time in a while. First though there was the proper worship of that ass, running my hands over the big thing, soft flesh, up her thighs to her knees. Her hands were gripping her calves so I stopped there, pushing her knees a little more to her chest.
“Foster? Aren’t I vulnerable enough?” A taunting tone, a big grin.
“No.” I answered simply, feeling my way back down.
“I think I was. Now… Now I can feel your breath on… Both holes.” Pulling her calves harder she levered her big booty up off the coffee table more, aimed it right at me. “Is that what you wanted?”
“You know it is,” Catching the scoff and eye roll at midpoint as I leaned in and licked my sister from butthole all the way up to her rounded M of soft sparse hair.
“Foster! Don’t do that!” She yipped. “That was my…” But the word corkscrewed up into a kettle like cry as I took another lick. This time way less tantalizing and way more pressure. Once more starting with her backdoor and working my way up. “Okay… Okay… I guess we both do watch too much porn.” Struggling to get her breathing under control, “You don’t even care which hole you’re licking and… I liked that so much!”
This time I grabbed her cheeks more fully, pushing her into an even more “vulnerable” position as I rammed my tongue at her backdoor. She screamed but this time it wasn’t shock (not fully) but pleasure. Bliss that vibrated as I turned my head side to side while slithering my taster up off that one hole, along her perineum and then through her gash. To be fair when I hit all that pink I was slurping more than licking but I eagerly kept my tongue heavily involved. Might have started all over again but she grabbed my head in both her hands, gripped me dangerously tight, locking me on her clitoris.
It wasn’t a power play. It was a pleasure play. Her eyes were huge and fogged over. I had one option, lick my way free. So I wrapped my arms around her waist (mostly), clinging to her as hard as she clung to me. After that I licked her as best I could. I was hidden away by her thighs, mound, and ass so I didn’t care what I looked like as I did it. All I cared about was getting her off, as best I could. That and… filling my tongue with the deliciousness of her sister goo that was still flowing out of her. She’d had a decent bit of fingering against the wall and it still took a good amount of licking to get her off. Luckily I could steal a half snort or two of air here and there, or I would have passed the fuck out.
“Foss… Foster! Fuck yes! Oh fuck yes! Lick! Lick me! Lick my pussy! YES!” Legs falling into near splits as it happened, as she came on my tongue. “I’m coming! Foster! I’m… COMING!”
That anime thing came back, glances upward her face had been edging towards it from first lick, it just hadn’t registered until it was there. Fully. More fully than when I’d come on her face. Because this time her eyes were crossed! It… It was Marissa to the tee. A whimper escaping her that was cute as hell as it was done around her outstretched downward pointed bright pink tongue.
She didn’t squirt but she started humping at my tongue (and missing) hard and haphazardly enough that it smeared her girl-goo all over my face. I knew what she felt like earlier, I wanted to run to the mirror and check myself out. But she had more, the pleasure making her buck at my face even though she knew it wasn’t good for her pleasure, she couldn’t help herself.
“Fuck! Foster! Fuck! Fuck yes! Foster! Sweet brother! Fucking fuck! Fucking fucking fuck YES!” Going right back to that squeaky whimper squeal, eyes never uncrossing.
I was lightheaded when she dropped away, one limb at a time going limp onto the coffee table. Felt like I might slump over if I stayed there, so I got up, I hovered there above her. Her on the tabletop with me above her let me marvel down at her as she gasped and wiggled, limp and weak but unable to stay still even in this. Pulling her shirt not just up, but off. Sweaty from the pleasuring I’d given her.
“Foster!” Tone and expression dazed until she found me, fanning herself subconsciously. She was so fucking hot and sexy like this, it was only my wanting to see every second of it (every twitch and spasm) or I would have been inside, her fucking her, she was so tempting. In the blink of an eye Marissa was back with a smirk and a snort of laughter. “I gave you a facial right back! Foster! God! You’re covered!”
“Glad to be,” The teasing smirk fluttered, stayed, but with it was a look of growing arousal.
“Need me to suck that big lump in your pants again?” She asked letting her foot find it, rub against it.
“Yes!” Instantly started undoing my pants, even though she’d gotten me off really nicely earlier, there was still no time for games now, I was so hard and so horny.
She sat up as I Pooh Bear-ed again. The weak way she did it, almost like she was going to collapse off the coffee table, made me proud of what I’d done to her. Made me want to push her back and do it again, just to see her collapse in weakness.
“Jesus! You’re soooOOoooOOoooo hard for me!” Like the facial comment, once more my sister was spookily in my brain.
“Yeah,” I agreed as she stared, my dick throbbed in the open air, or at her open lusting stare.
“So hard.” She whispered, licking her lips and petting my thighs.
“So hard for your mouth,” Taking her head and pulling her to me, no hesitation she opened up and took me. The aching need didn’t go away but it was alleviated, I sighed. “Oh damn it yes!”
“You’re hard… For… How good… My pussy… Tasted!” Bobbing her head rapidly, pulling away to get a couple words out. Her mouth as wet as her pussy. The last word she rose up and stuck her tongue out, her eyes sparkling as she knew exactly how much that turned me on. Drool running down that pink pointed slide, right on and down my dick. Her hands stroking it not only into my shaft but massaging it into my balls too. She took me back in for a lovely moment, making sure to roll her tongue all over my purple cap. “We watch way too much porn! We’re into the same dirty sloppy sex stuff.”
“Yes! Sloppier the better.” I admitted, not that I’d ever had it sloppy before, but she was right, I’d seen it and wanted it.
“Your face says you don’t have to tell me twice.” And she spit on my dick, dainty and cute and very Marissa, but a full on spit nonetheless. Leaving her tongue out and down afterward, more flowed out. Squeezing me she pushed it all up towards the tip. “Your dick says the same thing.”
“Oh fuck yes it does! You’re so hot Marissa. So fucking perfectly hot.” Reaching down I grabbed her breast through the red bra, if she saw how much I liked it sloppy, she knew what I wanted.
“But!” I guess she didn’t remember taking off her own shirt, she started curling in on herself when she noticed her shirt missing. Pouting but she barely hesitated before she went back onto the heels of her hands all on her own, panting (and not from the bobbing exertion right after a huge orgasm. Panting in nervousness at being viewed so exposed, perhaps for the first time.) “Uhh!” Escaped her as I took my own dick, stroking myself to the sight of her. “I’m not that good looking, you don’t have to fake with…”
“Take off your bra!” I ordered. “Slowly.”
“I know!” And she did too, she hadn’t ever done it but she’d watched it done enough. Unclasping it in the back but holding it together, looking down at herself, unsure that she could actually do it ‘right’ on the first attempt. Shifting her shoulder but she had to give the strap a little flick of her fingers to get it to fall off, then a proud look at me. “See! I thought we agreed we both watch too much porn. I know what to do!”
“Fuck you’re sexy.” I said instead of any other answer, because she was. Both in how she looked holding her bra together while wearing nothing else beside orange socks, and not being bashful about where she’d learned her tricks. That made her grin, then pout as she had to do the same thing to the other strap, because she didn’t have enough practical experience to just get it to fall with the shift of a shoulder like we’d both seen women in porns do. “Keep going, yes!”
“Slow. Keep going. Pah! Make up your mind Funklehead.” I grinned at Marissa being Marissa, even in this fucking moment. “Anything else?”
“Spread your legs a little, I want to see that delicious pussy too.” That got an eye roll but she spread her legs, looked down at herself, shifted slightly to give me a better view of her shiny wet pink labia.
“Good? Can I continue taking my bra off and showing you my boobs now? Huh brother?” I pretended not to hear the teasing in her voice, nodded slowly after taking her all in again.
She went slow, teasing, as I unhurriedly stroked myself. Those beautiful brown eyes of hers would drift to my cock now and then, stay on it, then flick back up to lock gazes with me. Finally the red bra slipped far enough down that there was no point anymore, with a wiggle and a shake she got her arms out of it, before flicking it away. Arching her back, spreading her legs more, sucking in her belly some, and giving me the best pose she thought she had. The best view she thought she could be.
“Damn it! Marissa! You’re… Those are… So pink! Like your tasty pussy!” Her breasts were not small but they didn’t look huge, they were capped with perfectly pink nipples, that were indeed the same shade of pink her labia rich cunny was.
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