About 10 minutes into the ride, she suddenly blurted out: “Fuck it, I may never get this opportunity again.” Before I could ask what she meant by that remark, she reached over, rapidly undid my zipper, and submerged a hand inside my jeans to find my cock with aggressive intentionality.
I struggled to keep my eyes on the road. “What are you doing?!? I thought that you said…”
She knew what she had said. “Shush,” she spat back. “Who am I kidding. Playing with each other’s private parts is way too much fun to pass up.” By that point, she had managed to pull out my partially-flaccid — but rapidly hardening — dick through the opening in my pants.
I wasn’t resisting, but she asked: “Are you okay with that??”
All I could think about was how good it felt for her to be playing with my cock again. There was no turning back.
Hearing no objection from me, she verbalized her foregone conclusion: “Fuck the consequences.” As an exclamation point, she moved the seatbelt aside and leaned over. I groaned loudly as my cock disappeared into my sister’s perfect mouth.
It had been almost twenty years since an old girlfriend had performed oral sex on me while I was driving. I had forgotten how hard it was to concentrate on the road while receiving a blow job… even more so when the head in your lap belongs to your gorgeous sister who had just broken her own “no sexual contact” rule.
For her safety and mine, it was probably a good thing that we eventually came upon a red stoplight. I moaned contentedly as I was finally able to fully concentrate on everything that my little sister was doing to me.
There was a lifted jeep stopped next to us at the light. At one point, I glanced up and noticed that the cute brunette in the passenger seat was staring down at me with a bemused smile on her face. From that angle, she almost certainly had a front-row seat to watch me getting head.
I waved meekly. She smiled with approval and blew me a seductive kiss.
A delightfully wicked thought popped into my head. I rolled down the window. “Hi there — I’d like you to meet my sister,” I called out matter-of-factly.
My sister, upon hearing my voice, pulled off my cock and located the person to whom I was talking — the woman whose facial expression had now turned ghostly white in shock. The light turned green. Whoever was driving her sped away.
My sister and I exchanged quick glances… and broke out laughing.
“Did you see her face?” my sister asked with sinful glee.
I was laughing too hard to respond, so I just nodded.
“That was priceless… I fucking love you for doing that,” my sister remarked… and then she resumed the marvelous act she’d been performing. I did my best to drive under the influence of getting my cock sucked.
Unfortunately, despite how much I wanted to, I couldn’t concentrate quite enough to successfully reach an orgasm while the car was still moving. Therefore, it was in the parking lot of the clinic — parked right in front of the main doors, actually — that my sister dutifully swallowed my long-awaited load.
When my cock eventually finished quaking and slid out of her mouth, she sat back up in her seat, dramatically sliding her tongue across her beautiful lips to lick every precious last drop of her brother’s semen.
In the silence of my blissful amazement, she made two comments. The first was humorous: “Good thing this test swabs my nose, not my mouth.” We both laughed at the awkward test results that might’ve otherwise produced. In a little girl’s voice, my sister pretended as if she was asking a question of the doctor: “Is semen in your mouth a COVID symptom?”
As our laughter died down, however, her second comment was more heartfelt: “On a more serious note, I’m truly sorry about keeping us apart from each other the last few days… I guess I got scared that our marriages would blow up, or that there might be valid reasons why most sisters and brothers don’t get naked together…” Her voice trailed off for a moment.
But then, gesturing to my dripping cock, she added: “But this… while it’s supposedly so wrong, it feels soooo right.”
I rested my hand on top of hers. “It’s okay,” I reassured her. “I understand.”
With a renewed passion in her voice, she continued: “Anyway… I want to make it up to you.” I caught a delightful twinkle in her eye. “Tonight, let’s go to sleep in our own beds like what we’ve been doing the past few nights… but when you least expect it, I promise that I’ll, ummm… wake you up.”
I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but I didn’t care. Anything she offered would be fantastic. “Sounds great, sis. And hey — thanks for playing with my gear shift.”
She laughed. “Oh, is that what we’re calling your dick now??”
I was simply being facetious, but she added a surprising revelation: “You better be careful making comments like that — you’d never know this, but an old boyfriend once had me fuck his car’s actual gear shift while he watched from the back seat and masturbated. Don’t tempt me — I’ll take your car’s virginity too.”
My eyebrows raised at that mental image — and so did my retreating cock. The way she described that so bluntly made the idea of repeating it — right then, right there — sound very appealing.
“Wow.” I shook my head in disbelief. “You are… I dunno, I don’t think there are adequate words to describe it. You are just… SO. FUCKING. SEXY. Where the fuck has this version of my sister been all my life?”
She grinned. “I could ask you the same question, brother. And by the way, I love hearing you talk dirty like that. It turns me on. Keep it up.”
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— Friday, after dark. Day 11 of quarantine (part 2).
Nothing sexual happened on the trip home from the clinic. I hypothesized that my sister was saving her energy for what would be our final night together before she flew back home. My sadness about her impending departure was tempered only by my internal resolve to never again let two years pass in between seeing each other.
Around 10pm, in accordance with her plan, we pretended to innocently say goodnight to each other. I turned off the lights, and we retired to our respective beds… but as soon as I was under the covers, I quietly slipped out of my pajamas. Fully nude under the sheets, I found myself getting semi-hard purely from the wondrous anticipation of however she might intend to “wake me up.”
I was supposed to fall asleep… but I couldn’t. My ears were fully attuned to every sound of subtle movement that came from her corner of the room, wondering just when she would come over to my bed and deliver the surprise.
Finally, around 11pm, I heard her footsteps faintly approaching on the carpeted floor. I closed my eyes, laid still, and pretended to be asleep.
She slowly pulled down the sheets, promptly exposing my nakedness. The cool air rushing over my body made my cock flinch, but I didn’t detect or hear any reaction from her. Instead, she gingerly climbed onto the bed from the side, swung herself over me, and straddled my torso with her sexy thighs.
However, her legs didn’t feel like bare skin. Is she wearing stockings??? It was all I could do to keep my eyes closed.