“I can think of at least 3 things we haven’t talked about yet,” she interjected.
I tried to stop thinking with my lower head for a moment and use my upper one… but it was no use. “Okay… what are those 3?”
“Kissing,” she stated matter-of-factly.
It felt a bit odd to discuss kissing as a boundary when we had already 69’ed each other, but it indeed implied a different type of intimacy. I honestly wasn’t sure.
“What are your thoughts about that?” I asked.
“Not sure,” she responded. “I suppose if it happens, it happens, but I feel like that’s more romantic and I think I want this to just be sexual.”
“Deal.” I was slightly relieved by her answer. “What are the other 2?”
“Anal?”
I asked for clarity. “Whose anal?”
She whipped her head sideways to look at me, one eyebrow raised. “Whose…?!?”
Oops… My face instantly turned red. Only then did it occur to me that my sister would’ve had no idea that I’d become quite skilled at massaging my own prostate.
The look on my face gave my secret away. My sister noticed: “Um, I simply meant you fucking me in my ass, but ummm… okay… interesting! Oh brother of mine, is there something else about you I don’t know??”
As briefly as possible, I told her about my backdoor journey into self-exploration… aided by the usage of two toys that I kept hidden from my wife.
Now my sister was really curious. With genuine fascination, she asked, “Oh?? My naughty, naughty brother, what are these ‘toys’ that you have??”
I told her: a vibrating prostate massager, and a remote-controlled vibrating dildo.
She didn’t have a verbal response. Instead, fumbling with the button on my pajama pants, she responded to my confession by releasing my cock into the open. I groaned happily with relief as she re-wrapped her hand around it, now touching me skin-to-skin. To my delight, she instantly started stroking me with rapid energy.
She gave a fake apology: “Sorry… now I have a confession to make… what you just admitted to me — so calmly, I might add — really, really turned me on… finding out that you’re that confident in your own sexuality. AND you just gave me an idea for something new I want to try… something I’ve never done before.”
“What’s that?” I didn’t care what her answer was; the way she was tugging on my cock, she could’ve suggested anything and I would’ve been agreeable.
Her breathless answer was direct, if not borderline vulgar: “I want to fuck myself with your dildo… get it soaked with my pussy juices… pull it out… and then stick it in your ass and fuck you with it until I make you cum.”
I suddenly had no stronger craving than for her to do that exact thing right then… but unfortunately, I didn’t have access to those toys. They were stashed in a secret hiding spot in the upstairs bedroom. Sadly, I relayed that to her.