Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled as she touched the tip of my nose with her forefinger.
“Good morning, sleepyhead, how’s my favourite nephew?”
She laughed at my grimace of distaste at the expression, knowing full well I didn’t want reminding of what our actual relationship was. I decided to pay her back in her own coin.
“I’m fine, Aunty! How’s my favourite Maiden Aunt?” I grinned maliciously, watching her expression, especially the dangerous way her eyes narrowed.
“Maiden Aunt, eh? She gritted, her hand diving under the covers and gripping hold of my most precious possession.
“Come, on Smart-Boy, say that again and see what your ‘Aunty’ does to your favourite piece of hardware!”
I held up my hands in surrender, noting how, whether in peril or not, my cock decided to flex and start firming-up. As I started planning another frontal assault on her, a sudden thought stuck.
“Darling, do you have protection? We just went at it last night like a pair of crazed mink, and I never even thought to check. Should we be concerned?”
Lena looked unconcerned, although she did smile at the endearment, the first time I’d used one on her.
“You are so sweet! And no, actually, I don’t, but it’s my safe time, so…”
I climbed out of bed and went into my office, rummaging around inside the bureau until I found what I was looking for. Then I went to the fridge and got a bottle of mineral water, bringing both back to the bed and handing them to her.
Lena looked at the foil-wrapped tablet in her hand.
“Dar, what’s this?”
“It’s Levonorgestrel, sweetheart, it’s a ‘morning-after’ pill, emergency hormonal contraception.” I told her.
“Back in my single days, I had the occasional female med-student of questionable morals up here for a night of uninhibited point-and-shoot rumpy-pumpy; having these on hand meant we never had to pay for a night of thrills with a lifetime of bills!”
Lena laughed and swallowed the tablet with a gulp of water, re-capped the bottle and put it on the night-stand, and grinned widely at me.
“So, you had women up here, eh? In this bed? Eewww, remind me to have it boiled, and maybe you as well, I don’t know where you’ve been!”
I slid back into bed with her, pulling her down to me to share a long, happy ‘Good Morning’ kiss. Lena happily cuddled up next to me, her hand snaking down to gently cup and squeeze my scrotum, grinning as my cock twitched and started to stiffen-up.
“So, Darryl what were you planning for this morning?” she grinned up at me, her eyes dancing as her hand worked my cock and balls, both of them responding to the stimulation. I pulled her closer, dipping my head down and drawing her nipple gently through my teeth, the sensation making her gasp sharply. I switched to the other nipple, just in the name of balance, you understand, and also to hear that sexy sharp intake of breath again.
I lifted back up and kissed her on her beautiful rosy lips, enjoying the feel, the warmth, the softness, and the joy of ownership; these were my lips now, for me alone, and I would never let anyone come between us now.
Lena seemed to be having the same thoughts, her hand coming away from me to cup the back of my head and draw me even closer as we kissed.
“I’ll never let you go, Darryl, you’re mine now!” she breathed as her lips searched and teased mine, both of us looking for new places we hadn’t kissed yet.
Her hand had been doing a sterling job on my precious package, but that kiss did it all, and my cock stretched out painfully, straining out to her even harder and more erect than last night, it that was possible.
Lena felt the rigid bar of flesh pressing into her, and slid her hand down to pump me again, making me groan softly at the sensation. She smiled at me mischievously and slid down the bed to kiss my shaft lightly, making me twitch in anticipation. She giggled softly at that, and did it again, feeling the answering twitch again at the feel of her warm lips against me. She looked up at me, her eyes dancing, and slowly licked the entire length of my cock in one long, slow lick, making me shudder at the sensation. She did it again, teasing me, although it felt like she was torturing me. She did it again, her eyes narrowed as she watched me writhe in an agony of anticipation, and then she slowly, oh! So slowly! slid her lips over the engorged glans, enveloping me in wet warmth.
I watched in a haze of arousal, twitching as I fought to control my impulse to just ram myself into her mouth and fuck her face; I wouldn’t do that; this was my sister!
Lena leaned-up over me, resting on her knees, her lovely heart-shaped bum in the air as her head bobbed slowly on me, her hot wet mouth engulfing my cock as she sucked me. As she sucked, she squeezed and pumped me, and the three things combined were working their magic; that tensing of the backs of my thighs and behind my scrotum told me I was getting close.
“Uh, Lena…!” I gasped, and she glanced at me, smiling around her mouthful of me, and sucked even harder, pushing me over the edge. As the head of my penis swelled, she sucked one last time, and that was it. I came in a rush of sperm, long spurts filling her mouth, and she gulped and swallowed each pulse of spunk as I ejaculated. My back arched and my stomach muscles tightened as I came, endlessly, it seemed, my eyes whiting-out with the intensity of my climax.
At last I stopped spurting, Lena licking and sucking the last remnants of sperm as it bubbled and oozed from my still-rigid cock, before swirling her tongue around the head, cleaning me off, and then sliding back up to hold me close.
“There, baby, a present all for you!” she grinned, and I had to smile back; I couldn’t speak, my heart was trip-hammering and I was still trying to catch my breath! Eventually things calmed down and I was able to speak again.
“Wow, Lena, where the hell did you learn that?” I grinned, and she looked at me with hooded eyes, a small, secret smile on her lips.
“Sunday School…!” she replied, and knowing Lena as well as I did, that was all the answer I was ever going to get…
Something else had been buzzing in my head, and with that reminder of school it suddenly popped into focus.
“Lena, you said you were a virgin, but I remember, Jason Lawrence told all his friends that you and he… you know…! I beat the ugly off him, then beat it back on again for telling that story around, but it wasn’t true, was it?”
Lena smiled up at me, one eyebrow cocked.
“No, it wasn’t true, you were my first, OK?”
I back-pedalled furiously.
“Look, sweetheart, I wasn’t doubting you, and it makes no difference to me, I wasn’t exactly pure as the driven snow myself, but I thought… and after just now, well, there’s a little… experience there, yes?”
She smiled archly at me.
“Darryl Morgan, if you’re asking about my sex-life before you, I was a true, blue, card-carrying virgin until you relieved me of that blessed state, but I wasn’t locked in a chastity belt, and I certainly didn’t spend my spare time playing scrabble and drinking cocoa with nuns! I’ve had a few… adventures, okay? I even met a few boys I thought could be the one, but none of them was convincing enough to turn me off you, so I never went all the way with any of them; I’d just about decided to take a crack at you this summer anyway.”
“If you rejected me, or told me you didn’t feel that way about me, well and good, I’d at least be able to move on and try and find someone I could have, who I’d want as much as I wanted you. Then all that stuff happened at home and I finally had you all to myself, for the first time ever. Think of the irony; it took my family throwing you away to let me finally catch you!”
I had to grin at that. Without conscious thought my hand slipped down her back to cup her wonderful behind, and I began to squeeze and massage a cheek as my hand caressed her satiny skin, enjoying the feel of her lovely, plush girl-flesh. My other hand slid lower, to slip between her legs and rub lightly between her lips, feeling the soft damp folds open under my fingers.
I slipped one finger inside her, making her gasp and grind against me, and we kissed as I continued to slip one finger in and out of her moist pussy, teasing her and making her gasp and wriggle against me. She began to push herself against my hand, sliding my finger deeper inside her with every thrust of her hips, and I obliged, rubbing her pussy faster and more firmly with my free hand.
As I rubbed and frigged her, I slid down the bed and between her parted legs, kissing slowly and softly up her inner thighs, and blowing gently on her puffy lips, making her writhe and hold my head still.
“Damn it, Darryl, don’t torture me, just do it!” she gritted, and I grinned at the note of pleading in her voice. I kissed her vulva, dragging my tongue lightly over the crease between her lips, feeling them swell and open as I lingered there. A rich, sweet, musky, earthy scent was rising from her, the scent of her arousal, powerful and alluring, flicking switches up and down my limbic system, pulling me in as I lapped and gently sucked her. Lena responded by moaning and squirming against me, pushing her mound back into my mouth as I pressed forward.
I reached under her and took a double handful of her firm backside, and lifted her hips so I could attack her mons better with my tongue. Lena responded by gently thrusting against me as my tongue delved deeper and deeper into her, licking and sucking at her succulent, syrup-drenched flesh. When I sucked her clitoris, she gasped and stiffened, her breathing becoming faster and more ragged, and her movements against me became more pronounced, more rhythmic, building to her climax.