But… I also knew that it was taboo to think of one’s sister in such ways. And so, for more than a decade, I had kept those feelings and desires repressed, locked away in a distant corner of my mind.
But now that my sister was playing with my cock — for the second time, apparently — a switch had been triggered. What was once forbidden now seemed acceptable. What I had long tried to resist, I now wanted more than anything else. Feelings of attraction and lust overruled any remaining sense of morality or logic.
“No” — as I resumed talking to her — “no, I can’t accept that deal, because it’s not fair that you get to do that to me, but I don’t get to do anything with you.”
The look on her face confirmed that she was utterly, completely shocked by my reasoning for saying “no.”
It felt good, for once, to not be the speechless one. She had correctly assumed that I might not object to being pleasured, but apparently she had not anticipated that I might also want to be an active participant.
In her stunned silence, I made my intentions even more clear: “The only way you get to keep sucking my cock is if you do it while sitting naked on my face.”
There was no sound. The tension could’ve been cut with a knife.
I waited it out.
When she finally spoke, she whispered hesitatingly: “Are you serious? Or are you messing with me?”
“Look at my cock,” I told her. “Does it look seriously interested in you?”
She stared at my manhood. It did.
“So… yes.” I revealed a tidbit of further truth: “It was all I could do to not join you in masturbating during that movie. I’ve been dying for an orgasm since then.”
Her eyes widened. “Wait, you knew that?!? I was trying to be discrete…”
“I know,” I interrupted, “but that really, really turned me on… to know that you were secretly doing that right next to me.” An indefensible argument occurred to me: “And seriously… you picked out an erotic movie that revolved around a brother and sister being intimate with each other. You think I didn’t notice that and wonder about your true intentions?”
She had no fight left to give — not that she wanted to — but she still didn’t seem convinced that I really intended to follow through on what I was saying. “What about your wife?”
“What about her?” I retorted.
“If she ever found out what we…” my sister began to say.
I interrupted my sister a second time: “Well, she doesn’t ever have to find out.” I remembered to lower my voice. “She’s sleeping upstairs and — as someone once recently said — we’re stuck in quarantine together… we’re both horny… and I know that you have sexual needs too. As much as you might be enjoying my forbidden cock, I would love to taste your prohibited pussy even more.”
She didn’t say anything at first. She simply stared intently into my eyes.
But after a minute, she silently stood up on the bed between my outstretched legs.
She hadn’t been wearing any pants: only a loose-fitting T-shirt that barely covered her panties.
As I watched with bated breath, she reached under the hem of her shirt and — in slow motion — pulled her panties down her smooth, bare, sexy legs. Once they reached her ankles, she stepped out of them.
My beautiful sister was standing over me wearing nothing on her delectable body except a loose-fitting T-shirt.
It didn’t seem fair for me to have on more clothes than her. I carefully slid my boxers over my erection. It sprung upward in an erotic salute. For the first time ever, my manhood lay completely exposed to my sister.
“Mmmm, now that’s what I’m hungry for.” My sister licked her lips.
Both of us now naked from the waist down, she pivoted on the bed, stepped over my torso, and slowly began to lower her crotch toward my face.
My heart was racing. I can’t believe this is happening.
As my eyes traced the alluring curves of her toned butt into the tempting shadows between her thighs, I caught my first glimpse of my sister’s snatch.
Even in the darkness, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
COVID had given me a few symptoms, but — thankfully — I still had my sense of smell. And taste. And I was more than ready to discover my sister’s.
And– apparently — she was ready to be discovered.
In the same gratifying moment that her mouth renewed its contact with my swollen cock, she allowed the juicy lips of her womanhood to press against my face.
An explosion of erotic, intimate connection instantly coursed throughout my entire body. We both moaned into each other with powerful, instinctual arousal.
I wasted no time pushing my tongue into her moist slit as if it was the most delicious nectar. Perhaps amplified by its forbiddenness, it certainly seemed that way. For years, I had only been with my wife; by contrast, my sister tasted sweeter… her soft lips seemed puffier… and her clit was more pronounced.
I contentedly buried my face into her warm tender flesh. Her pleasant musky scent became instantly imprinted into my memory.
I remembered how good it felt when I’d emptied into her mouth while still half-asleep; I could already imagine how good it would feel to do that while fully awake and 69’ing each other.
However, I had long prided myself on ensuring my partner’s sexual satisfaction before I enjoyed my own… and my sister ought to be no exception. I resolved to hold back my own climax until I helped her achieve her second of the day. Judging by how vigorously she was riding my face, it didn’t seem that I’d have to wait long.
She soon pulled her mouth off my cock, but only so that she could talk dirty to me: “Oh FUCK, that feels so fucking good. Do you like eating my pussy?”
“Mmhmm,” I mumbled into her, unwilling to separate my lips from hers. It still sounded strange to hear such perverted talk leak out of her seemingly innocent mouth… but this previously-unknown side of her really turned me on.
“Have you wanted to do this for a long time?” she whispered desperately.
“Mmhmm,” I murmured again. Actually, this far exceeded my wildest fantasies.
Her next several questions appeared to be rhetorical, used simply to amplify the eroticism of the moment. They certainly accomplished that purpose.
“You’ve wanted to do this for a long time, huh?… To eat my pussy?… Your little sister’s pussy?… You like how I’m pushing my pussy into your face?… And riding it?… Do you like how I suck your dick?… My big brother’s big fucking dick?”
She took a break from her questions to deepthroat my cock. I couldn’t help but groan with intense pleasure.
She pulled off again, gasping for air this time: “Ohhh fuuck, you’re gonna make me cum… your tongue feels so fucking good in my cunt… fuck yes, FUCK yes, oh don’t stop, DON’T…”
What followed next was a long, slow groan of deep satisfaction… as my sister came in my mouth.
I kept my lips and tongue pressed as deeply into her as possible, drinking in her sex, as she continued to slowly grind on my face.
I was so enthralled by having given her an orgasm that I was ready to explode. “Jack me off,” I pleaded softly.
She wasted no time wrapping her small delicate hand around my throbbing cock, stroking it more rapidly than she ever had before.