“God, I have just been on pins and needles waiting for this,” Sheri said when she burst into the studio the next day.
“Then let’s get started,” Charles said, gesturing into the studio.
“What are we going to do today?” Sheri asked. “More of the same?”
“Maybe we’ll change it up a bit,” Charles replied.
“Like how?” Sheri asked. “Can I suck your cock to start, though? Please?”
“I was going to fuck you today,” Charles informed her.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes,” Sheri crowed, clapping her hands.
“So, you can suck me to get me ready to fuck you, then I’ll let you suck me off when I cum,” Charles offered.
“Oh, yes!” Sheri laughed. “I can’t believe I’m so excited because my brother’s going to fuck me. How nasty is that!”
Sheri bounded onto the bed, quickly shedding her clothes, laying back and spreading her legs.
“Yeah, let’s try it like this,” Charles agreed when he saw her sprawled there.
Undressing, Charles’ cock was leading the way as he knelt above his sister’s head, his cock sticking out over her face, just touching her nose. If she extended her tongue to its maximum, which she did, Sheri could just touch his cock. Reaching forward, Charles grabbed her legs, pulling them up until he could hook her ankles beneath his arms, which resulted in her neck tilting just enough that his cock was now pointed straight down at her mouth and her pussy was spread open in front of him.
“Mmm,” Sheri gurgled as she inhaled her brother’s cock as he lowered it into her mouth. “God, that tastes like me!” she gasped.
“You’re just anticipating,” Charles assured her, lowering his cock back into her mouth as he leaned forward at the same time to drag his tongue through her pussy lips.
He could feel her react, felt her resist choking when the head of his cock slipped into her throat as his tongue delved deep into her gooey hole, slurping up her juices as Sheri recovered and recommenced sucking his cock. After just a couple of minutes, Charles raised his hips, removing his cock from his sister’s mouth, sliding around so that he was kneeling before her spread pussy, her legs still sitting on his shoulders.
Sheri pushed up onto her elbows to watch as her brother fed his cock into her pussy, moaning with delight as it filled her. She began to vibrate when he reached down and began to work her big fat clit with his thumb, triggering a cascade of orgasms.
Charles could feel his sister’s pussy reacting to his thumb on her clit as she spasmed on his cock, squeezing it as it plowed her furrow over and over again, her long pussy lips clinging to the shaft of his cock each time. As Charles felt his orgasm approaching, he changed positions, moving back around above Sheri’s head, never dislodging his cock from her pussy, but pulling her over so that his cock entering her pussy was just over her face.
“Ahhhhh,” Charles cried out as his balls pulled up into his body and cum shot from his cock into his sister’s pussy, once, twice, three times before he pulled it out and directed the rest of his cum onto her pussy, from which it dripped down onto Sheri’s face and her outstretched tongue.
Kneeling down, Charles fed his cock, still oozing cum, into his sister’s mouth while he leaned over and glued his mouth to her cum-filled and -covered pussy, noisily slurping up the cum cocktail that they had together created, not stopping until he realized that he was drinking her pure nectar.
Gently untangling and letting her down, Charles sprawled above her, spent for the moment.
“You eat pussy like a Jedi master and you can really fuck,” Sheri sighed.
“With you as inspiration, anybody would be a Jedi master,” Charles told her.
“I can’t believe you eat my pussy when it’s full of cum,” Sheri sighed. “That’s about the coolest thing you could do.”
“Like I said, you’ve got a pussy to die for,” Charles told her. “I’d never turn down the chance to eat it, full of cum or not.”
“But you don’t mind the cum?” Sheri asked.
“No,” Charles replied simply.
“Have you always been like that, eating your own cum after you masturbated or something?” Sheri asked. “I mean, you’re not gay.”
“No, I’m definitely not gay,” Charles laughed. “I’m too addicted to pussy. It started when someone that had just sucked my cock wanted to kiss me,” he explained, seeing that very first time with Celia Adkins in his mind. “Every time I saw her, she wanted to suck my cock first and last, always kissing me after. Then she started doing it with her mouth still full of cum. Then she wanted me to eat her after I’d cum in her, cum on her.”
“Why did you do it if you didn’t like it?” Sheri asked.
“It’s not so much that I didn’t like it or anything, it’s just that there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to be able to eat her pussy, fuck her,” Charles explained, deliberately looking directly into one of the cameras. “Once I got used to it, well, it’s just no big deal. If there’s cum, fine; if there’s no cum, fine. It’s all good.”
“I think I prefer everything with cum,” Sheri said, then laughed.
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The next couple of days went by in a blur for Charles, enjoying a 69 with his sister both before and after fucking her as he continued to build her portfolio each afternoon. He plodded along with his project, seemingly stuck as to how to proceed. His new client had approved the latest video and scheduled another.
Sheri felt like her life was some sort of a fantasy, waiting all day and night for the time when she could go fuck her brother, dreaming about his cock, in her mouth spurting cum, filling her pussy. She was like a person possessed. The fact that the taste of pussy on his cock was different day to day fascinated her, finally provoking her into finding out more.
Sitting at a table just inside a cafe about 100m down the road from her brother’s studio, 2 hours before she was supposed to be there, Sheri nursed a latte while reading her Kindle, appropriately enough, the story Fanny Hill, a Victorian-era novel about a girl who became a prostitute, the whole while keeping an eye on the entrance to her brother’s studio.
Wait, wait, Sheri gasped about half an hour later as a couple that she recognized stopped at the door to her brother’s studio, which opened for them, Charles’ head sticking out to quickly look both ways as they entered. What on earth are Deacon Brown and his wife doing at Charles’ studio? she wondered.
There was no doubt about who they were. Angie Brown was a flaming redhead, her hair a halo of cascading curls surrounding her head like a cloud. Her green eyes were famous for their intense emerald color. Her husband, Deacon Brown, was a couple of inches shorter than her with a bit of a spare tire around the middle. He was known as a fierce orator from the pulpit, big on the fire and brimstone kind of stuff.
What on earth are Deacon Brown and his wife doing at Charles’ studio? she wondered once again, deciding to wait and see how long they stayed.