I don’t think Mom noticed that she was a lot more intimate than usual while taking care of me. Probably considered it part of the appreciation.
The next day I was sore, and stayed in bed with an icepack on my cheek and lip. Once Mom was gone, Teri showed up in my room dressed in a t-shirt and panties. She checked on my bruises, kissing my injuries. The kisses moved to my lips. “Thank you. You didn’t have to, you know.”
“Nobody hurts my sister, and gets away with it. Now he knows it, and so do all his asshole friends.”
I laid her down next to me, and gave her a long slow kiss. “Don’t kiss me back, pay attention to what I do,” I told her. She had a bad habit of sticking her whole tongue in my mouth, like she wanted to lick my tonsils. After about fifteen minutes, she was a bit more constrained, and it was a lot more fun.
We had settled down into a nice kissing session, when I felt her wiggling. I looked down and she was peeling her panties off. She looked at me, and blushed. “Please, Travis?”
It would have been hard to say no. I touched her, still working slowly, fondling and caressing her all over before I concentrated on her pussy. She was still tense, and it took a little longer for her to relax. Lot of kisses and cuddles had her settling back into the pillows.
The girl was nothing like my other girlfriends. Ten minutes later she was barely moist. I talked to her softly, telling her what I was doing, how much I loved touching her. She finally opened up, and an eternity later, I had her squirming, ready to come. “Come for me, beautiful girl. Make that perfect little pussy sing for me,” I whispered. My fingers were tired, aching, but I found an absurd pleasure in making her buck for me.
She lay back, contented, breathing hard.
“Not so bad, huh?” I teased, rubbing her softly.
“It shouldn’t take that long, should it?” she asked.
“I don’t know. It takes you longer, yeah. But that’s alright. We’ll get there.”
She gave me a big kiss and cuddled up to me. “You’re the best, Travis.”
I chuckled, fondling her butt. “You’re pretty hot yourself.”
“I’m not,” she pouted.
“You are,” I insisted. I leaned down and sucked on her nipple through her shirt. She gasped, pressing her tit into my mouth. Sensitive, I thought. Maybe I could work with that.
She made me breakfast, and we returned to my room afterward. I peeled her shirt off, and noticed she had really nice tits, if not very big. Playing with her tits for several minutes, I reached down between her legs, and she was wet. “I love your titties, Teri.”
She was stroking my hair. “That feels incredible. Touch me, Travis. Touch me.”
It didn’t take another ten minutes to get her off, while I sucked and nibbled on her tits. She was still gasping from her little orgasm, when I reached inside of her, and deftly went after her G-spot. She was so pretty, stretched out next to me, naked, her nipples hard and ready. I think the speed of her second orgasm surprised us both. It wasn’t five minutes later that she was moaning and thrashing against my hand.
“Come, gorgeous, come for me,” I told her. I took her nipple between my teeth and tugged on it, pulling up hard against her G-spot, the pad of my thumb pumping against her clit. She cried out for me, shaking all over, while she had her first big orgasm. I eased her down slowly, caressing her.
She gazed at me in open wonder. “Oh my God, Travis! Is . . . is that what it’s like?”
I laughed, hugging her and kissing her. “That’s a start.”
“Damn,” she said. She climbed on top of me, and rested, her body limp. I caressed her back, and fondled her butt cheeks. “That was pretty cool,” she whispered.
“I told you, you are a hot woman.”
“Mom is sooo wrong.”
“Aren’t you glad?”
“MmmHmm,” she purred sweetly. “Can I do something for you? A handjob at least?” she asked.
“We shouldn’t.”
She giggled. “I know. Let me, OK? I’m feeling guilty that I get all the pleasure.”
“Believe me, sis. I get a lot of pleasure out of doing that for you.”
Her hand was between us, reaching into my boxers. “I wanna. Let me?”
I nodded my assent, and she climbed off of me. She wasn’t content to do it through my fly. She pulled my boxers off, and held my cock. “Kyle isn’t big,” she said.
“What?”
“Kyle. You asked if he was too big. I guess not. He wasn’t nearly this big. Yours is kind of scary.”
I’m not huge, not by any means. Rachel had made sure I understood that. Nothing to be ashamed of at seven inches, but nothing a size queen would be looking for. “I’m not that big, Teri,” I said.
“They get bigger?”
“Yeah. Lots bigger. I mean, I’m a little above average, but that’s it.”
She was stroking my cock, examining it from up close. Seeing her face so close to my cock had me aching already.
“What do I do?” she asked.
I almost laughed. “It’s like this, Sweetie. A gorgeous girl, holding my cock, is almost enough to get me off by itself. You don’t have to do a lot, just stroke it up and down.”
“I’m not gorgeous. Stop saying that,” she said.
I sat up, and pulled her hand away from my cock. “Listen to me, Teri. Listen good. You are very pretty. You have a nice body. Sexy tits, and a sweet little pussy. Your ass is perfect. Don’t tell me you’re not gorgeous. I don’t want to hear it.”
“You have to say that,” she mumbled.
“Stop it. I know you have issues with how you look. Yes, your acne years were pretty scary, and you were chubby when you couldn’t walk much. That’s your past. Right now, the young woman I’m looking at is very attractive. Very. You are the whole package.”
“My legs-”
“-are scarred. It’s true. I don’t know if that will ever go away. So what?” I pushed her back and scooted down, kissing her leg. I placed a line of kisses along her scar. “This is part of you. I love you, and I love every part of you, sis. It breaks my heart to see these, to know how much you suffered. But you pushed beyond what anyone thought you could. You don’t even limp anymore. You’re amazing Teri.” My kisses wandered upward, and she whimpered sweetly when I kissed between her legs. I only spent a few moments there, then climbed up beside her. “You. Are. Amazing.”
“Really?” she whispered.
“Absolutely.” I kissed her hard. “I need you to do me a favor. My balls are aching. Get me off, OK?”
She grinned, and popped up grabbing my cock roughly. I had to calm her down, her wanking was a little out of control, but after a couple of minutes she was squealing and laughing as I came hard, making a mess on my belly. “That was pretty cool,” she said.
“Uh, can you get us something to clean up with, a washcloth or something?”
She did, and after a few minutes had me pristine. “Can I do it again?”
“It won’t be nearly as quick. Some lotion would probably help too,” I told her.
The second one was much better, and she took my directions well. The couple of kisses she placed on the head of my cock helped a lot. I came hard, and groaned when she leaned over and sucked on the end. She made a face. “Not sweet. Pretty nasty tasting.”
I chuckled. “Sorry, beautiful.”
She shrugged. “I had to see if it was just him. Yours isn’t much better. Girls really like that?”
“Some. I think they like the results, not the taste.”
She was wiping me up, playing with my cock a little. “I guess I can see that.”