She turned her face toward mine and opened her eyes. She gave me a hesitant little nod, and I lowered my mouth over hers. She let me kiss her, but did little to respond. After a few seconds I backed off, and put my fingers back in her mouth. She sucked them, looking into my eyes. “This time, kiss me back. Kiss me like you want to be kissed.”
She was better, more active, and my fingers slipped in and out of her easily. After a while I could even hear it.
“You’re wet, sexy girl,” I said.
“Wet?”
“Soaked.” I took her hand in mine, and brought it down to her pussy. “Feel.”
She moaned sweetly as her fingers entered her opening, mine guiding them.
“This is how you should be before sex. Open, wet and ready. Understand?”
She nodded nervously.
“This doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“No. It . . . it feels good.”
I moved my hand off of hers, and started teasing her clit, seriously now. She trembled when I touched her. I lowered my mouth onto hers again, brushing her lips. “You’re a sexy woman, Teri. Sweet little pussy. If I wasn’t your brother, God, the things I’d do to you!” I kissed her harder, probing her mouth with my tongue, teasing hers, while my fingers rotated through the patterns I’d learned, the little circles, the pressure, the gentle tugging, the vibrating touch.
There was no doubt about it, she took forever to get going, but by being patient I was getting her there. She was moaning in my mouth, pressing back against my hand. I could feel the trembling start.
“Travis,” she gasped, when I pulled my mouth free.
“I’m going to make you come for me, beautiful. I want to see you come.”
She whimpered softly as I held her head in the crook of my elbow, kissing her lips softly, telling her how beautiful she was, how sexy, how she had a hot little pussy, how much I wanted to taste it, to lick it, to make her come for me.
I felt her tense up, and cupped my fingers around her clit, making my fingers vibrate, pushing down firmly. It was a trick I’d learned with Rachel, involving my whole arm, elbow bent, muscles tensed, hand stiff, fingers shaking back and forth only a half inch or so. It was exhausting and I could only keep it up for a minute or so. She gasped, and her eyes opened wide. I kissed her firmly, keeping the tiring vibration going until she pulled back. Then I left her clit alone, rubbing her pussy softly, easing my fingers inside of her.
She stared at me in amazement, and I gave her a little kiss. “That, baby sister, is an orgasm. Not so horrible, was it?”
She shook her head, mute for the moment.
“Did you like it?”
She nodded almost imperceptibly, slowly.
“Sex isn’t so bad is it?” I teased.
“Not like that it isn’t.”
“Good, now relax. I’m not going to make you come again, I just want you to feel good, alright?”
She nodded, and opened her legs for me as I encouraged her to spread them.
I entered her with my fingers, slowly and gently. I took a few seconds to find the tell-tale feel of her G-spot, and petted it. “Trust me?” I asked.
She nodded. I gave her a little kiss.
“You have a sweet little pussy, sis. Very pretty, and sexy. There’s nothing wrong with you down there, trust me.”
I kept petting the G-spot, teasing her clit a little with my thumb. “Do you believe me?”
“I want to. But you’re my brother. You have to say that.”
“No I don’t. I wouldn’t lie to you. Not now. This is too important. You’ve got a great pussy. This little girl is going to make some guy very, very happy. As long as he’s patient, and gentle, you’re going to drive him crazy. Fuck, Teri, trust me on this. I’d love to pound something this sweet and tight.”
“Would you?” she asked nervously.
“Damn straight I would.” I kissed her gently and she grabbed my head, and kissed me wildly. It was kind of messy, and there was too much tongue, but she was trying, that’s for sure.
I pulled away, chuckling. “We’re going to have to work on that kissing. ‘A’ for effort though.”
She looked at me worriedly and I knew I’d screwed up. “I’m a bad kisser,” she said.
“Not bad. Inexperienced.”
“Make me better, Travis?”
Her little hips were wiggling while my fingers kept playing with her. “We can’t go too far, Teri.”
“I know,” she said.
“As long as we remember that, alright?”
She nodded.
Her eyes nearly popped out of her head, when I pulled my fingers out of her and sucked on them. “Sweet,” I told her.
“God, Travis, do that again,” she whispered.
I did, pumping her for a few seconds, then sucking my fingers clean.
“Am I . . . am I really sweet?” she asked.
I kissed her softly. “No, you really don’t taste much like anything. I’m never going to lie to you about sex, alright? What’s sweet is that it’s your juices, out of your sweet pussy. I love that. I love that you juice up for me. I love the idea of licking your wetness.” I dipped my fingers into her, and put them to her lips. She opened up nervously, and I slid them inside. “Naughty, but not too much to taste, really, is there?”