I reached up to feel the softness of her hairless mound, but before my hand could touch, she stopped me, saying, “Oh, no you don’t Bobby. Mom said no touching, remember?”
“Then open your pussy up so I can see inside.” I told my sister.
She placed her hands on either side of her labia and pulled herself apart. I thought I was going to hyperventilate when I saw her sisterly pinkness opened up to me. She was wet, very wet. Her little inner lips were much smaller than mom’s and her hole was smaller, too. My sister’s clit, though, was bigger than my mother’s. Not big as in long, but big as in wide and fat, something easy to grab with my teeth, I thought.
“And just so you know,” Linda said to me, “when you’re looking at a girl lying on her back with her legs spread wide and she’s holding her pussy open like this so you can see it – it’s not a vagina, or a cunny, or a pussy. It’s a cunt, Bobby.”
Although I didn’t agree with her, I could understand exactly why she might say that. After all, from her perspective the sole reason for her to be in this exposed position holding her lips open was to let me see her sex…. her fuck place…. her cunt.
“At least let me see your cock.” She asked. “Why don’t you lay down next to me with your legs pointed toward my head?” She asked. “I know you can’t cum, but there’s no reason why I can’t. You can watch while I play with myself. I know how much guys like to see chicks masturbate.”
I jumped at the chance to see her stroking her hairless pussy and as I lie down next to her with my head looking between her legs, I pulled my knees up, too, to give her a good view of my cock and balls. Once I was in place, though, she reached out and took hold of my erection and pulled it a few times. She laughed, telling me I was under her control and asking, “That would turn you on, wouldn’t it, little brother? To be under my control, I mean.”
“What would you make me do?” I asked.
“Oh, all the stuff you love, I bet.” She answered. “Maybe, I would dress you up in a nice pair of panties and then sit on your face with my panties on and make you lick me. Or, maybe I would just sit down on top of that big cock of yours and ride it for hours with out stopping and without letting you cum. Or, maybe I would let you cum in me and then sit on your face again and make you lick all your nasty sperm out of me.”
Linda’s fingers were sliding up and down her lips, reaching down and penetrating her vagina with each stroke and then coming up to circle her clit. Her other hand has rubbing my cock and twisting it roughly from side to side. Then she started to jab two fingers into her pussy at the bottom of each stroke, opening her legs up progressively wider each time she did. She left her fingers inside her vagina once and spread her fingers apart, then asked me, “Can you see inside me?”
“Oh, yes,” I answered, “it looks tight.”
“It is tight, Bobby,” she replied, “and just think how tight it’s going to be when your cock is fucking me…. when I’m up on top, rubbing against you and slamming down on top of that dick of yours.”
“You’re going to let me fuck you?” I asked.
“No,” she answered, “I’m going to make you fuck me. I’m going to make you use that hard cock to make me cum.” Her hand was a blur now, rubbing her clit and slicing into her pussy hole. Her forceful talk about making me do things and making me fuck her was driving me to the edge. I knew I was gong to have to stop her hand on my cock because I was starting to get close and promised mom I wouldn’t cum.
I reached down to push her hand away from my rod and she looked at me. “You were about to make me cum.” I explained. She didn’t say anything and she didn’t reach back for my crank, either. She only closed her eyes and put both hands in her pussy, one working on her clit and the other hand now shoving three of her slender fingers inside her.
“Oh, fuck!” She screamed.
I bent my head closer to her pussy, so close that I could see the pussy juice clinging to her fingers as her hands worked herself over. “Aaaahhhh, fuuuuuuuck!” she yelled, taking her hand away from her clit and bucking her mound against her thrusting fingers. “She’s gonna blow!” I thought.
I watched in rapt fascination while my sister’s orgasm exploded. She wasn’t quiet or demure about it, either. She was moaning loudly and thrashing from side to side as she crammed her fingers into her pussy as far as they would go and held them there.
When she was done, I let her rest for a minute before I moved. Getting up off the bed, I could see that her fingers and whole hand up to her wrist were wet, slimy and covered with her sweet pussy juice. So, with my wanger bobbing just above her, I stood there staring at those fingers, salivating, until my sister opened her eyes. “Damn,” I said, “that was impressive.”
She held her hand up to me. “I know what you want.” She replied. Looking at me with a sly smile my sister asked, “You want to lick my fingers now, little brother?”
I sat down next to her and she fed me her fingers one at a time. I savored each one, licking it from the tip to where it joined her hand. The smell of her fingers as I licked them was incredible — so deeply musky and wonderfully feminine. When I was done licking her fingers, I went to work licking her palm and the back side of her hand. With each lick, my cock grew harder and harder with wanting and need for some release. Between the way I was continually and deliberately excited, and then denied by my mother and sister, my cock was about ready to blow itself apart. Their incessant teasing, touching and manipulation of my emotions, as well as my cock, were about to drive me up a wall. I needed some release. I needed to cum and I needed it quickly, else my good nature was going to turn south.
As I licked up the last of my sister’s feminine secretions, she looked at her clock and her eyes shot open. “She’ll be home in about 45 minutes, Bobby.” She gasped.
Jumping up off the bed and grabbing her shirt and panties, she drug me into the bathroom we shared and told me to start the shower. The last time we were in here together, she was standing at the doorway watching me jerk my cock until it exploded all over my chest. I was so worked up now, the smallest amount of friction against my angry monster would make me spray all over the bathroom, creating a certified super-fund site.
As the water warmed up, she danced into her panties and pulled her shirt on. “Well, get in there.” She motioned. I pulled the shower curtain closed behind me, but, she pulled it open about sixteen inches as she sat down on the toilet lid to watch me. “You better get yourself super clean, little brother. I may have to inspect you thoroughly when you’re done. And I do mean thoroughly.” She laughed.
My sister watched as I started to wash my hair. I faced her the whole time, proudly displaying my inflamed cock, swinging it back and forth as my hands scrubbed my head. “So,” I said quite matter-of-factly, “you’ve been fucking dad, huh?”
“No!” She exclaimed. “You mean you’ve only sucked him off?” I asked.
She didn’t answer me. I looked at her and then she cracked up. I knew there was more to it than she was letting on – and she wasn’t trying to hide it very much. “What else have you been doing with him?” I asked. “Jerking him off?” I asked.
“Uh huh.” She said, nodding her head.
“I bet you’ve been playing with all those toys in that suitcase you were snooping around in,” I teased, “maybe sharing a few of those toys with our father?”
“Uh huh.” She answered again.
“And letting him touch you and feel you everywhere?” I prodded.
“Bobby!” She yelled. “Quit it already, would you?” She was blushing again.
I rinsed my hair and began to wash my body. She reached into the shower and handed me a very rough and weird looking wash cloth and a bottle of liquid soap. “Squirt some of that soap on the wash cloth and use that to wash your body,” she said, “your skin will really be smooth and you’ll smell good… for a change.”
I wasn’t embarrassed at all to have her watch me in the shower. In fact, I rather enjoyed it. She spent a lot of time looking at my hard-on, and several times I lathered up my hand and stroked myself while she watched. She would let me go about thirty seconds before she would tell me to stop. “Mom was right,” she remarked, “your cock is like a machine. It just keeps going and going and going…..” We both laughed.
“Hand me the soap.” She asked.
I picked up the bottle of liquid soap and handed it to her. “Now, turn around,” she added, “and bend over.”
“What!” I replied.
“You better do it, or I’ll tell mom you didn’t do what I said.” She giggled.
I wrenched my head around to watch as my sister squeezed some soap into her right hand and then smile at me. “Pull your butt cheeks apart, Bobby.” She said, laughing. “I have to make sure you’re clean everywhere.”
Still looking back at her, I reached around and pulled both of my cheeks apart, baring my recently deflowered rosebud to her. “I learned two things about guys while I was at school last year. Do you know what they are?” She asked.
“No,” I answered, “but I bet you’re gonna tell me, aren’t you?” I asked in return.
“You are so astute!” Linda replied. “Actually, though,” my sister added, “I’m going to show you.”
She stood up and leaned toward me. Taking hold of my cock with her left hand, she placed the soap covered fingers of her right hand against my bottom hole and rubbed the soap all around. Then, in one slow movement, she inserted her finger into my ass and pushed it into me until it was buried inside me as far as it would go.