Karla ordered several selections from her favorite Chinese take-out and once we finished our meals, we relaxed in her living room to watch the flick she had selected. It must have been about forty-five minutes into the movie, which neither of us was paying too much attention to, having talked through most of it, when an intimate exchange between the two main characters caught our attention. They began with some passionate French kissing, followed by the actors frantically disrobing one another and then several scenes of very explicit sexual exchanges, which had included very erotic mutual oral foreplay and genital fondling.
Then as a particular scene slowly dissolved as the male lead was lying above his female love interest, with his rigid member positioned strategically between the lips of her very aroused camel toe, I asked “Karla, do you consider using one’s mouth and tongue or even their fingers to fondle and explore or otherwise pleasure someone’s genitals?”
Karla thoughtfully responded “Well, it would be the genitals that would be pleasured, so in the strictest sense, I guess I would consider it sex. Why do you ask?”
Still looking at the screen I answered, “Oh nothing, I’m just trying to get my head around something, that’s all.”
Karla startled me when she murmured, “Well, I’d settle for someone’s lips, tongue or fingers probing my love canal right now. Anyone of those would certainly be more welcome than my all too familiar vibrating dildo!”
As we were talking, I’m not sure if either of us noticed that our hands had slowly migrated and were now gently resting on each other’s inner thigh’s. Karla’s hand was about halfway up my thigh, between my knee and my crotch and was causing a noticeable tenting in my trousers. My palm was resting on her inner thigh just below what I came to realize was a very attractive and prominent camel toe.
Without comment, we eased our hands away as soon as we became aware of what we considered to be the inappropriate positioning of our hands, at least for a brother and sister.
Then to cover the awkwardness of the situation, Karla said “Getting back to the Widows Exchange, at the very beginning there were actually five women but one of them was concerned about the legal aspects of ‘keeping’ a companion. So Rose, that was her name, consulted with a lawyer to get legal advice to see if the members would be breaking any laws. She was especially concerned about whether the members of the proposed Exchange Group, might possibly be charged with using the services of a shared intimate male companion.”
“And?” I asked with interest.
“Oh, she was advised that as long as there wasn’t any direct payment or exchange of funds for any ‘services provided’, that they would be in the clear. Sort of like if one woman’s husband was getting a little on the side with one of her best friends.” was her response.
“OK, but what happened to Rose, the fifth potential participant?”, I asked.
Responding she said “Oh, she made out very well. The lawyer was a widower himself and they began dating and after about two months he propositioned that he and she enter into a one-on-one relationship. He reasoned, why should she settle for a once or twice a week relationship, when they could offer each other a constant exchange of intimate physical and emotional support. He must be a good negotiator, because Rose took advantageous of his offer and she’s as happy as a clam. They don’t live together and sometimes vacation separately. They each spend birthdays and holidays with their respective families. I guess they have the best of both worlds, wouldn’t you agree?”
As we spoke, Karla and I became more and more comfortable with each other on a more intimate level, almost erotic in nature. Then Karla asked if she might confide something with me but would only do so only if I promised not to think poorly of her after hearing what she was about to share with me.
I responded by telling her that I could not think anything but admiration and love for her, no matter what she told me.
Karla asked, “Do you remember the time when you fell asleep under the sunlamp while lying on your back completely nude in your bedroom right after your 18th birthday?”
“Of course, how could I not?” I answered.
“Well, I’m not sure if you were aware of it or not, but even though I was 19 at the time, yours was the very first penis I ever saw, you know ‘in the flesh’. When I opened the door and saw you lying there, I wasn’t sure what to do. I wanted so much to go into your room and get up close to look at your exposed penis as it was resting there on your body pointing up your torso, maybe even touch it. But then I figured I’d better tell someone pronto, otherwise you’d have gotten a truly dangerous sunburn.”
Then continuing, she said, “To be completely honest, I was envious of mom. After I told her about you, she got to go into your room to wake you. I wanted to be the one to go in to wake you or at least to turn off the sun lamp, so I could have seen your exposed cock, up close and personal, so to speak. I keep thinking, I should have gone in first and gotten up the nerve to kiss the head of your cock. I don’t believe you would have ever been the wiser. And then I think, maybe if you had woken up as I did kiss it, you’d at least know of my interest.”
“You were also the subject of my first erotic dream. I couldn’t get the sight of your cock lying there out of my mind. Mom told me, that if I hadn’t noticed that your sunlamp was on and told her when I did, that you would have gotten a lot more sunburned than you had and then she added, ‘especially down there!'”
“Later that night as I lay awake recalling seeing you under the sunlamp, how I wished I could have been the one to apply the lotion that mom said that she was going to have to administer to help minimize any discomfort you might feel.”
“That night was the first time I pleasured myself in bed. As I fantasized about putting the lotion on you, I began to get aroused and then as I visualized me slowly and methodically applying the lotion onto your cock, I brought my fingers down and started rubbing my privates and found that I was wet. I fell to sleep as I was fantasizing that I was stroking your rigid member.”
“It didn’t stop there, my dreams that night was just as lurid. In my dream, you pleaded with me every day for a week to ‘help’ you by applying the lotion. You explained that you found it difficult to do yourself and was too embarrassed to ask mom to do it for you.
In my second dream that night, you were moaning with delight as I again paid special attention to your hard-on. I leaned down and kissed the mushrooming head of your cock, causing you to moan your pleasure. As I did, I looked up and saw your expression as you returned my gaze, and I knew we both wanted more. I licked the head of your cock several times and then drew your entire erection between my lips and stroked and lathered your cock with my mouth until you came abruptly, filling my mouth with your essence. Then as I was about to swallow and taste your cum, mom woke me for breakfast.”
When I awoke, I must have had a queer look on my face, because mom asked if I was OK. She said, ‘You look as if you’ve seen a ghost.’ I told her everything was fine and that I had been in the middle of a most pleasant dream, and I was startled when she woke me from it. Mom said, “Sorry Karla, hopefully your dream will come true someday.” I replied saying that I hoped so too but realized that dreams are sometimes simply just that and nothing more!”
The next morning mom asked that I bring your breakfast up to you, which I did but with some trepidation. I was nervous seeing you after my vivid dream of sucking your cock dry. I didn’t know if you’d notice that my nipples were hard and standing at full attention against the material of my pajama top as we talked that morning.
All I could think of as you ate your breakfast that morning, was what your ejaculate would actually taste like and whether you’d want to reciprocate by orally pleasing me and how it would feel if you actually did so.”
After listening to Karla’s about her previous sexual interest that she just shared with me I said, “You know Karla, there’s nothing stopping us from making those dreams come true now, is there?”
Karla responded grinning “No, I guess there really isn’t Phillip, is there?”
I said “Not from my prospective and it would actually be the perfect solution to our mutual dilemma. Not only would it satisfy our all too long sexual dry spells but is also the perfect answer to seeking a suitable sexual partner for us both. We not only trust each other to be safe sexually, eliminating the fear of any possible sexually transmitted disease, but we also love and respect one another.”
Then I added “Then, there’s the added benefit of there being no possibility of your becoming pregnant, so going bareback wouldn’t be a concern and would certainly provide us the benefit of full sexual sensitivity and satisfaction as we did so.”
Continuing I said “As long as we’re both actually attracted to each other and are interested in entering into an ongoing intimate sexual relationship, why the hell not? We’d just have to be discreet and keep it low key in order not to be the topic of conversation and possible ridicule due to the incestuous nature of such a relationship, not to mention any legal concerns of doing so. However, being related, will provide us with an acceptable cover story when I come to visit and stay with you.”
Taking immediate advantage of our mutual expressed interests, Karla took hold of my hand and led me to her bedroom and as we entered, she said “Why don’t we both disrobe and pretend that I just came into your room at home, like I wish I had that day and see where that takes us.”
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