“Give me a fucking facial,” she pleaded.
My wife had never given me explicit permission to do that in 14 years of being together… and she had certainly never asked for it like that.
The unexpectedness of my sister’s bold request sent me over the edge.
“Okay,” I breathed out desperately… and every sensation in my body compressed itself toward the 7 inches enveloped by my sister’s hand.
I willed my cum to erupt as powerfully as possible toward her waiting face… and based on her reflexes, my first few shots hit their mark.
She didn’t quit.
She kept calmly stroking me as rope after rope of warm cum pulsed out of my overwhelmingly satisfied cock. The last few remnants that seeped out of my tip formed a thick natural lube that married her hand to my shaft.
We stayed in that blissful position for a few minutes — as she slowly caressed my cock with my own cum, I kept planting soft kisses on her deliciously wet pussy.
“Can I sleep in bed with you tonight, brother?” Her voice was gentle and sweet.
I was too delirious to even speak, so I just patted the mattress.
My sister spun her mostly-naked body around and laid down next to me, cuddling up with one arm draped across my chest. Extending one of her legs over mine, she positioned herself so that her wet cunt pressed firmly into my bare thigh.
There was nothing more said — just a contented departure into sleep.
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— Sunday morning. Day 6 of quarantine.
The sun peering through the basement windows woke me up. I glanced at my watch: it read 8:48am.
I suddenly remembered the events that might have precipitated my drifting off to sleep. Had that really happened?!?
I glanced sideways: this time, my sister was in bed with me.
I lifted the sheets: my underwear was off. Peeking further, I saw the fleshly curves of her naked butt: so was hers.
My trail of pubic hair showed evidence that it had been saturated with something… and not with water. Yes, that had really happened.
My sister looked extra beautiful lying there next to me, sleeping on her side with her back facing me. I leaned over and gently kissed the side of her neck.
She stirred. As her eyes cracked open to find me looking at her, she smiled sweetly. “Mmm… good morning,” she said.
“Good morning,” I reciprocated. Semi-consciously, my hand began caressing her bare hips with loving appreciation.
“Nothing’s really changed between us, okay?” she half-asked, half-stated.
“Umm…” I had NOT expected her to say that… and I didn’t really see how that could be possible.
“… until tonight,” she added with a wink.
I groaned. Oh man… with a remark like that, how was I going to make it through the day??
She interrupted my silent musings with a timely observation: “In the meantime, we better get some clothes on before anyone discovers us like this.”
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— Sunday night. Day 6 of quarantine (part 2).
Evening couldn’t come quickly enough. With no real health concerns to report, we were becoming increasingly frustrated by the ongoing quarantine… but that wasn’t the real reason why the day seemed to drag on forever. Like unlocking a cheat code in a game that could only be activated after dark, we were both looking forward to another round of ‘sibling connection time’ once everyone else in the house was asleep.
After my wife called down around 10pm to announce that she was going to bed, that time finally arrived. I started a movie… but it was only an auditory diversion. I made sure to turn up the volume enough to mask any other noises that might originate from the basement.
My sister turned to me with the fire of lust burning in her eyes: “What’s on the menu tonight, brother?”
By her asking that question, it signaled that things were different. The past two encounters had been initiated by her when I was helplessly asleep… now that it was openly consensual, it seemed that she wanted to me to take the initiative.
I was obviously open to that… but I was also a newbie at this incest thing. “Mmm, I can think of plenty of things… but what are our boundaries?” I asked honestly.
Since I was only her brother, she was obviously new at this incest thing too. She pursed her lips. “Good question… I dunno. What do you think they should be?”
I flipped it back to her again. “What are you comfortable with?”
She reflected for a moment. “Well, apparently we’re both comfortable with me giving you blow jobs. And we’re apparently both comfortable with you eating me out… which you did quite well, by the way.”
“Thank you.” I smiled proudly at the positive reinforcement. “I have to say, you are quite spectacular.”
“Thanks,” she grinned — and then squinted her eyes to peer at me. “Wait, what’s quite spectacular — my pussy, or my blow jobs?”
“Both,” I said with complete sincerity. She flashed me an endearing look.
She returned to the original discussion: “Oh — and apparently we’re both also comfortable with you cumming all over my face.”
I had somehow forgotten that moment. “Omigosh that’s right… sorry about that!”
She instantly elbowed me. “Sorry?? What are you sorry for? I told you to do it!”
My silence seemed to indicate that I didn’t fully believe her, so she continued: “Seriously… having my brother’s warm cum plastered all over my face?? That was incredibly sexy. Yum.”
She paused, looking lost in her thoughts — perhaps reliving that moment in her mind?? Then she laughed. “I do have to admit that I was a bit startled by your shot that practically landed in my eye, though.”
“Seriously?!?” I felt mortified.
My sister laughed again. “Ha, yeah… but it’s all good. It was worth the risk.”
We hadn’t yet accomplished very much in our conversation about boundaries. I resurfaced the topic: “Sooo… we just listed a few crazy things that we’ve already done… but I’m still not sure both of us might — or might not — be comfortable with.”
“Mutual masturbation?” She brought that up quite quickly.
“Sure,” I responded… but since it seemed that we had gone way past that already, I began to wonder how she interpreted that. I asked for clarity: “Do you mean doing that side-by-side, or do you mean… like, me fingering you while you play with my junk?”
I felt a bit awkward saying ‘fingering you’ to my sister. She, however, didn’t hesitate one bit, responding instantly: “Yes please!!”
Whether she meant “yes” to the latter, or to both, my already-rising erection instantly flared higher underneath my pajama pants at the enthusiasm of her response. She noticed that… and grabbed it. Smugly, she commented, “Seems I’m not the only one who would love that.”
“Not at all.” I moaned contentedly at the feeling of her squeezing me tightly.
“You haven’t ever seen my breasts yet, have you?” she asked.
“No.” Regrettably.
“Well, I’m willing for that to be changed,” she offered.
Wow. “So full nudity is on the table,” I clarified.
She nodded. “You already saw my more private parts anyway.”
I wanted to reciprocate how she was touching me. I extended my hand toward her crotch, planning to start only on top of her clothes… but she grabbed my hand and forcibly guided it inside her panties. In an instant, I was touching my sister’s shaved mound. It was so smooth, so warm, so inviting…