“What do you do about it, Sis?” I asked.
“I jill off, first chance I get, Sir.” She said softly.
“Are you going to do that now?” I wanted to know.
“Yeah, when I get back to my room, I guess I’ll take care of it, Sir.” She said.
“I want to watch.” I found myself saying.
She looked deep into my eyes as if to check if I were serious, and after hesitating in thought for a moment whispered. “Yeah, Sir. You can watch.”
We were back in her room. She said she didn’t want to get anything on her tat so she was going to have to sleep on her tummy. She slipped out of her panties and took off her night shirt. She turned towards me completely naked. I had never actually seen her tits that clearly. They were truly amazing, nice and big and firm with pert nipples each with a ring through it. The tattoo fresco beneath them framed them perfectly and just made them look all the more inviting. She tugged at one of her nipples teasingly.
“Like what you see, Sir?” She grinned.
We were playing with fire. That much was clear. She lay on the bed more or less on her stomach, her head in the crook of her arm, She brought her uppermost leg up a ways allowing her free hand access to her pussy.
I watched enthralled, as she used two fingers to part her pussy lips dipping them inside and then sliding them up to rub her clit. I heard her breath quicken as she rubbed her own juices slickly against her button with a circular motion. The soft flesh on the inside of her thigh gave a little quiver. I could hear a couple of her labial rings softly click against each other as her fingers returned to her pussy. This became a steady rhythm and soon her thighs were starting to shake as if they had a mind of their own.
Jenn was groaning softly to herself, her eyes shut tight as she concentrated on getting herself off. It was far and away the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed. She was as much fucking her clit against her fingers now as she was rubbing it, until with a low moan she tensed up, her back arching pushing her pussy down hard against her hand.
Suddenly I realized that I’d heard that sound before, but was never aware of what it was. Now I knew that dozens of times, at least, I’d heard Jenn making herself cum.
“Did you enjoy that, Sir?” she puffed, a little out of breath.
“It was amazing, Sis… thanks.” I replied.
“G’night, Sir.” She yawned sleepily.
I quietly pull the sheet up to cover her to the middle of her ass cheeks, wished her a good night and returned to my room. Sleep evaded me for a while, and my mind kept playing back bits and pieces of what had just transpired.
The next morning, after her shower, I was to redo the vaseline. She walked in from her shower, toweling off her hair, but otherwise buck naked. “Morning, Sir. I trust you slept well?” She teased.
She was doing this on purpose. I could feel my cock responding for me. Trying to keep my mind on other things as she lay down across my lap and handed me back the vaseline container. The swelling had already receded considerably. The redness around the ink slowly starting to fade. I carefully applied an even coating, noticing that she was aroused. I could smell it. Her heady scent intrigued me.
Experimentally I reached down and traced my finger between her puffy pussy lips. I heard her gasp and shudder slightly, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she rotated her hips back and exhaled. I traced a bit harder feeling her labia part ever so slightly as she brought her arms up to cradle her head on my mattress. Again, I increased the pressure and felt her quiver against my exploration. Her breathing was irregular but insistent.
I felt the tip of my finger at her entrance. She moaned softly as I sank my finger into her hole to the next knuckle. It felt incredibly warm and slippery. I had nothing to compare it to but found that I was experiencing a feeling of erotic fascination the likes of which were both novel and immersive. I pulled my finger back and ran it up her slit towards her clit. I felt her shudder as my moistened finger found it, and imitating what I’d seen her do the night before I circled it, and she moaned again.
I added another finger next time, pressing slightly deeper. I felt her pussy spasm and clench softly onto me and paused for a couple seconds before returning to her clit. This time there were words.
“More please, Sir.” Came from her in a groan.
Encouraged, I plunged my fingers back inside her sopping pussy and began at first imitating, then improvising on what I’d seen her do to herself the night before. It felt incredible the way her body shook and the noises escaping from her mouth and squishing pussy. Finally, I felt her tense suddenly and she threw her head back and just said “Oh. My. God. Sir.” As she came on my fingers. It was way more powerful than what I’d seen her do to herself the night before.
My thoughts were a confused tangle. This wasn’t what one normally does with one’s Sister. But where was the harm? I told myself that in Dominating her, this was just one more tool I could use. Positive reinforcement is a good thing, right?
The problem was that it became our thing. I’d do her tattoo care and then get her off every morning and evening. And she expected it. If she’d said nothing at all, I still would have known. But I’d figured out a thing or three after the first few times, and now I could edge her for a while and build her to a lusty pitch which resulted in a quivery gushy orgasm that left her out of breath and shaking for a while. So, when that happened, I would just lay down next to her and snuggle her until she was back to normal.
Jenn took to walking around the house in nothing but her collar, and she flirted lasciviously, showing off her body, and teasing me visually. It was obvious that it was feeding her libido, and she was so freakin’ hot that there was no way I was going to shut her down.
Another week went by, and the tat was mostly healed. I probably didn’t need to do the vaseline any longer but did it anyway, because it had become our excuse for what came afterwards.
“Sis?” I’d asked her as she floated down through the afterglow of yet another orgasm.
“What is it, Sir?” she’d replied. I almost never had to correct her anymore.
“I’ve been finding that the way you smell down there is…hot. I sniff at my fingers sometimes and wonder to myself if tasting it would be… wrong.” I explained.
“No, Sir…” She said in a far-off voice. “Pussy, tastes… wonderful. You remember my tat artist, Sir?”
“Yeah?” I replied. How could I forget a body like that!
“I got this tat… and this one from her.” She pointed to the two at the base of her neck. “Even though I was broke, Sir. We…bartered. I spent a weekend in her bed for one, then another weekend for the other. She was…voracious, Sir.”
We were silent for a minute as my mind’s eye sketched that one out.
“Would you like to try, Sir?” She asked a little meekly leaning back suggestively. “Take a closer look, Sir?” She added with a little more confidence.
I thought what’s the difference if it were my fingers or my tongue. It was still just one body part instead of another. So, I did take a closer look, and she smelled of arousal and desire, and I let my tongue softly touch her slit, tasting her for the very first time, and feeling her quiver at the warmth of my mouth. I figured doing the same things with my mouth as I did with my fingers would be a good place to start, and I was right, although I figured out a lot more as I went, and I soon had her cumming in a squirming mess as she pushed my face into her quivering twat.
Jenn’s mind spun as her brother’s tongue worked her pussy and clit. It felt almost too good. She thought back on the past months since her intervention. How good she felt now compared to then. How Donny had…saved her. Yes, really saved her. She saw that now. How he’d given her back structure and meaning. How he’d been the adult when she’d been the brat. But he’d been pretty patient with her, guiding her steadily out of the fog.
And now that she felt healthy again, she’d enjoyed the way he looked at her. It was why she walked around naked. Because beneath his stern adult veneer, there was a hunger in her little brother. And it turned her on to see it lurking there. It was funny in a way, how gratifying it made her feel. And Brandon. Brandon hadn’t even tried to see her. In fact he just picked up and carried on with one of his other sluts who’d taken her place. Then they heard he’d gotten arrested for trying to rob a convenience store.
She couldn’t believe she’d been so messed up that she thought she was in love with him. He was clueless as far as taking care of anything or anyone who wasn’t meeting his immediate needs. He was a scrub. Not an adult like her brother. And as her orgasm overtook her and she flooded Donny’s face with her girl goo. A single word suddenly coalesced in her mind and in the core of her very being. As she came, it escaped her lips. “Daddy!”
I wasn’t sure I’d heard her right. Did she just call me Daddy? I crawled up from between her legs and look into her soft eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.” She whispered. Yep!
I thought about it for a second or two, letting it sink in. Having her call me Sir was an intentional affectation. A vocal acknowledgement of my Dominance over her. Jenn had quickly learned to adopt the convention or pay the price. But it was always just a little contrived. The way she called me Daddy was a lot more… organic. In fact, I guessed at the sub-text behind it and understood. I think she sensed that.
“Kiss me… Daddy?” she whispered.
Without really thinking about it I brought my lips to hers and felt her tongue enter my mouth, her tongue piercing warm against the tip of my own tongue which answered her instantaneously. I knew she could taste herself on my lips, and that just made it hotter. I brought my hand up to carefully squeeze her breast and tug on her nipple ring.
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