Finally, the head of my dick grew white-hot and I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. Jen squealed as my cum squirted out and sprayed her face. I held her tight to me and bucked, launching rope after rope of white semen at her, sticking to her mouth and eyes, dribbling down all over her chest. My balls tightened and still more cum splashed out in successive pulses.
My grip on her shoulders slowly loosened and I stepped back as she let go of me. Jen’s face was covered in thick ropes of cum. She blinked, trying to clear the glob out of one eye as a glob swung haphazardly from her chin. Her nose and lips had been hit, and a thick spray had clung to one cheek and her forehead. Large droplets of my semen were stuck to her chest and running down her cleavage.
She looked up at me with cum still partially blocking one eye, her mouth open in a surprised grin.
“Oh my gosh!” She exclaimed, laughing. She looked down at her chest, then tried wiping more of my cum off of her face. “I can’t believe you came that much!”
I just grinned at her, watching her try to clean herself off. There was even a nice-sized gob stuck in her hair.
“You know, sometime I’d really like it if you put this where it belongs.” She said, referring to some of the cum in her hand. “We still haven’t done this for real.” I stepped out of the way so she could rinse her face off.
I couldn’t believe her. “Jen, you’re going to make me go crazy.” I told her.
She giggled, stepping back and wiping the water from her face. “Well, we’ve done everything else, but we haven’t been together for real.” She looked straight into my eyes. Reaching out and taking my hands, she said, “I just want to… you know… be with you that way.”
It wasn’t the right time to tease her, but I couldn’t think of any way to reply, so I said, “What do you mean, ‘that way’?”
She rolled her eyes and gave me bit of a sisterly condescending look. “You know what I mean, Mark. Don’t tease me about it.”
“I’m sorry, you’re right.” I said, sobering up. “You mean that you want us to… become one, I guess. To have sex for real. Right?”
Her eyes glowed with intensity as she said, “Right.” Then, a little bashfully, she said, “I want you inside of me.”
“Well, I was, once.” I said.
“Yeah, for about three seconds!” She teased, lightly slapping my chest.
“And we have done a lot together. I mean, geez. I can’t believe what you and I have done!” I said.
“I know.” Jen said, quietly. She stepped up to me and put her arms around me, putting her head on my shoulder. The water poured down my back as I enjoyed feeling her naked body against mine.
She relaxed her hold on me slightly so she could turn her head toward mine. She looked down at my chest as she said, “It’s just that… it’s special. I know we’ve done a lot of stuff I never even dreamed we would, but it’s different. It’s like just playing a game we both like, or making each other feel good.”
She looked back up into my eyes again.
“But I want us to have sex together. Real sex, like a man and a woman who love each other very much.”
Her eyes actually were getting moist and her voice was a little strained as she continued.
“Because I love you Mark. I love you and I want you, and I want to give you all that I have.”
She embraced me again and I held my hand to the back of her head, tenderly.
“Jen, let me think about it. You know I want it too, okay? I want this with you too. I just need to think about it.” I said, softly.
She nodded, then released me slowly and we smiled at each other. It took her a moment to calm down, but we eventually began finishing the shower we had started.
The rest of the shower was less eventful if you ignore the very sensual part of getting to shower naked with your sister. If I hadn’t already cum a minute ago, seeing her as she stood under the shower and watching the soap bubbles slide down the curves of her butt, I would have seriously considered consummating our relationship right then.
But as it was, I did have to finish up and get to work, so the rest of the shower was just very, very stimulating. She decided to stay in the shower, but hugged me tightly before I stepped out to dry off.
Although it was the best morning a guy could get, it just made the rest of my day at work even more unexciting. I couldn’t wait to get home and see Jen again. But I had a hard time thinking over the sex question.
It really should not have been an issue in my mind, considering that we had technically had sex once, if only for a second, and had done just about everything else in our experimentation. But Jen was asking for more than sex, really. She was asking that we do it out of more than just lust, or fun. She was asking me to have sex with her as though she was my wife. To become one with her, not just by the act, but by a choice.
Something about that gave me pause.
It was a little confusing, really, and I’m afraid that my work that day was pretty poor as my mind was devoted to this issue. I really did love Jen. She was an awesome sister and a great girl. I trusted her like I did no one else. She was beautiful, sexy, fun. I loved being around her. I was proud of everything she was becoming. She was probably the most special person in my life. Why in the world would I hesitate to have sex with her as though she was my wife?