He spun her to face him again and pressed her slender body back against the tile. He slid down to his knees in front of her and kissed her at her stomach. He marveled at the large, keyhole space between her slender thighs before nuzzling her smoothly shaven mound. He’d been thinking about getting his mouth on her since she’d pointed out her hairlessness while standing in the kitchen in her underwear.
“Really?” she smiled down at him.
“Sure, why not? We’ve done just about everything else.”
“Okay, I will take you up on this. Since you’re offering.” She shifted and spread her legs then laced her fingers through his hair and pulled him to her.
He gently, tenderly ate his sister there in the shower as the water streamed down on them. She was right. She was frisky again. Her little button was swollen and hard already. He teased her a little, exploring the silky softness of her folds with his tongue. She was sweet and tart and musky all at the same time.
He settled into a steady licking at her pebble-like clitoris and she whimpered and pulled her brother into herself urgently. He stroked her long sleek thighs as he lapped at her baby soft slit. Minutes later, her orgasm wracked her body. She dug her fingernails into his shoulder and moaned his name over and over, “Scooter, Scooter, Scooter.” Each time she said it, the pitch of her voice rose until it cracked and she squealed softly, breath hissing through her little lips.
When she’d finished and started breathing again, he rested his cheek against one of her thighs, letting her shake out her final twitches of satisfaction.
“You know,” she looked down at him finally, “if I had any idea you were so good at that, I would have climbed up onto your face in the middle of the night years ago.”
“Bummer huh?” he smirked up at her.
They were watching TV by the time their mother came back. They had lunch together and it was back to being a regular family again. Richard was uncharacteristically quiet but Lizzie seemed to slip back into her old role easily.
It was harder for him. He kept glancing at his sister. She was dressed innocently in shorts and a t-shirt but she was still beautiful. Still sexy. He wanted her in a way a brother just shouldn’t. This was going to be difficult.
Lizzie seemed to sense his discomfort. She distracted their mother with hours of girl talk and he was grateful.
By the time they’d eaten their dinner, played a few rounds of cards and said their goodnights, Richard was practically sulking. He flopped onto his bed and laid there, listening to the waves outside.
He tried to get his sister’s beautiful naked body out of his head. She was getting married soon. This thing, whatever it was, that they’d shared was over. One last big experiment for Lizzie. A final fling.
*~*~* Part IX *~*~*
He didn’t remember falling asleep. He only realized that he was asleep when he woke up. It was the middle of the night and a familiar finger was tracing along his back in the dark. It shook nervously.
“Imu. Not getting married.”
His stomach rolled and his heart soared. “What?” he rolled over to look up at the faint outline of his sister in the thin light.
“Shhhh… c’mon let’s go down to the beach. We need to talk and I don’t want to wake Mom up.”
He felt her weight disappear from the mattress.
When he made his way through the house silently and onto the sand, he could see his sister looking out at the sea. Even this far away, he could tell she was naked. Naked and gorgeous in the light of the slim moon that bounced off the ocean.
As he walked closer, she turned sideways and he saw her in profile. The round pert breasts atop the thin line of her body. Her nipples were long and hard in the cool night air. Her hair trailed behind her in the light breeze. It made his heart ache.
As much as he wanted to stand there and stare, he needed answers more.
But when he reached her, she didn’t want to talk yet. He could tell by the way she pressed herself against him and pulled his arms around her.
“Scooter, be with me… one more time? Please? I’ll never ask you for anything else ever again I promise. Then… then I’ll tell you what you need to know.”
She fell to her knees in the sand in front of him and pulled his half-hard cock into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on him lovingly, sucking and licking as she did it. She used everything she’d ever learned to please him, to make him as hard as possible. If he was angry with her later, this might be their last time.
When he’d swollen as large as he’d ever been, she turned and fell onto her hands and knees in the sand. She hunched her tiny ass in circles.
“Like this, I’ve wanted it like this with you too. Ever since you started calling me dog-girl. Is that silly? Come fuck me Scooter. Come fuck your little dingo sister.”
He fell to his own knees behind her and palmed each of her firm miniature cheeks in his hands, spreading them. He moved up closer and slid his drooling tip up and down between each of her entrances, teasing.
“Where?” he asked softly.
She wriggled just as eagerly at both, “If only you had two of those things Scooter. I want you everywhere at the same time. I really don’t care where you fuck me anymore, everything feels good with you,” she was looking back over her shoulder at him tenderly.
He made his decision, slipping down and popping himself into her pussy. He hadn’t cum there yet. Hadn’t staked his claim there. Damn you, Chip.
“Oh Lizzie,” he moaned as they merged. The night air was cool and she was nervous, it meant she was only half-wet and the extra friction was delicious for them both.
“I know, me too, Scooter. This is perfect. Fuck me. Please. I’ve dreamed of this. Waited for it. Prayed for it. Your dick in me just like this. Filling me up. Feel me getting wetter for you already now? I’m dripping, Scooter. It’s running down my leg.”
They fell silent as he drove himself into her over and over, their bodies smacking. She let him have his fun for awhile, let him ravage her clasping, hungry vagina.
“Slower for me Scooter? Slower and deeper. I want to cum for you just like this,” she groaned.
He watched her lower her shoulders and rest one of them in the sand. Her hands slid under her and one stroked his swaying balls. Her fingers were so warm and soft. She teased him by scratching gently at his delicate skin with her nails. Her other hand found her clit. He could feel the walls of her pussy snap tighter and hotter around him as she played with herself.
They fucked gleefully, shamelessly in the sand until they could barely fight the urge to cum anymore.
For the first time it was Lizzie that hissed her warning, “Oh my god, Scooter.”
“Me too,” he grunted.