“You’ve had a lot of new experiences lately,” she smiles as she runs her hands down to cup my ass cheeks. “I’m glad I’ve been a part of them,” she says, moving her lips towards mine. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I can’t kiss my sister like this! But I can’t turn my head; that would be rude! Maybe she’s just going to give me a quick peck. That would be okay.
“Just relax, Sara,” Jenny says, using her ‘big sister will protect you’ voice. I hadn’t realized how much I’d stiffened in her arms. I rest my hands on her shoulders and relax a little until she leans in and parts my lips with her tongue. Now what? Fuck! I close my eyes and eventually start returning her kiss, sucking my juices off of her tongue. What else can I do? And it’s not unpleasant, at all!
“You’d better go,” she says, kissing me again as she squeezes my sore ass cheeks. “We’ll talk more tomorrow,” her voice is barely audible as she turns back towards the bed. I watch her crawl onto the bed, stretch out on her back and close her eyes.
I stare at my sister’s naked body as I tie my halter-top and pull on my shorts. I wonder what I would have done if Jeremy hadn’t called. Would I have reciprocated? Could I have eaten my sister’s pussy? Her body is not unappealing. Her thick nipples were made for sucking and her porcelain smooth pussy mound is wickedly erotic. I’ve never pleasured a woman before but I taught Jeremy how to use his tongue on me. I know what great oral sex feels like and I’ve tasted my own juices. Jenny’s wouldn’t taste so different, I’m sure.
Fuck! Her eyes are open and she’s smiling at me like she can read my thoughts. Has she seen me exploring her body with her eyes? Fuck! This is your brain on margaritas and sex! I need to get out of here.
“Do you want the bedroom door closed?” I ask as I turn away from the bed.
“Yes,” she says, sleepily. “We wouldn’t want Jeremy to find his mother passed out naked on the bed,” she says dreamily. “Or would we?” I jerk my head around, but her eyes are already closed. I watch the rise and fall of her breasts for a minute and then pull the door closed.
As soon as I’m back in my apartment, I strip off my clothes and start the shower. As I wait for the water to warm up, I turn to look at my ass in the mirror. A bright red spot on the fleshy part of each cheek brings back the events of the evening. I cup one cheek, placing the palm of my hand lightly against the sore area. It’s hot to the touch and my pussy tingles at the lingering memory of my sister’s hand.
The shower is ready and I step into it. As the water cascades over my body, I will my muscles to relax. With soap on my hands, I leisurely let them roam my body. I am such a slut! First Jeremy had his way with me, and now my sister. What am I their play toy? The idea fogs my brain. Wait a minute! No way! It can’t be!
Turning off the water, I make a half-hearted attempt to dry myself and then throw the towel on the floor. Since I’m in the bathroom anyway, I check the wastebasket first. Two used condoms wrapped in toilet paper. Walking naked into the bedroom, I pull back the blanket and check the sheets. They look like they’ve been used and the damp spot in the middle smells like sex, or at least pussy. Okay. My imagination just got away from me for a minute. There is a girlfriend.
The ringing of the phone interrupts my thoughts. It’s Jeremy. I flip it open and say hello.
“Hi Aunt Sara,” Jeremy says excitedly. “I’m almost home and wondered if you were back.”
“I’m back,” I say guarding my words. I still can’t get the suspicion out of my head.
“Shall I come by and tell you about my date?” he asks, which should sound perfectly normal, but I wonder.
“By looking at the evidence, it went pretty well,” I laugh, warming up to my nephew’s enthusiasm.
“Oh God! Aunt Sara,” he says. “It was better than pretty well,” he exclaims. “I’m pulling in now, do you want to hear about it?” I hesitate. I need to think about all of this with a clear head and I really don’t want him to see my red ass cheeks.
“Your mom and I drank a lot of margaritas tonight,” I tell him honestly. “I’m pretty out of it and just want to sleep. How about we talk tomorrow?”
“Sure,” he says, not hiding his disappointment.
“Congratulations!” I tell him. “Are you two going out again?”
“Yes, Megan wants to know when we can use your apartment again,” he laughs, back to his old self.
“Sounds like you really performed for her,” I answer, flashing on Jenny’s insistent desire to place a camera in my bedroom. “We’ll figure out a time for you to use the apartment,” I assure him.
“We performed for each other,” he says proudly. “I’ll tell you about it when I see you. Thank you, Aunt Sara!” he says. We hang up.
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