“Again?”
“Oh, God, yes! Please!”
He took another long lick from my urethra to the hood of my clit. I loved the first part, but now the tip was too sensitive. “It’s too much, too much. Please stay lower. I want it lower, There. There. Yes!”
“A little harder.” He did.
“A little faster.” He did.
He lifted my ass off the bed for better access and, as he did, I was slammed with a massive orgasm that totally dwarfed the first one. I thought I’d lose my mind. I needed him to stop but there was no way to tell him; my brain was unable to form even simple thoughts, let alone intelligible sentences. I grabbed his head to push him away, but my traitorous hands pulled him harder into me and the orgasm intensified. I started to scream “Peter Peter Peter”, totally unable to add the word “Stop”.
And, suddenly, it got BIG! The orgasm was no longer centered on my clit. It was everywhere, all at once, the orgasmic energy blasting every nook and cranny of my body, my mind, my soul. I was no longer even aware of my brother’s mouth and tongue; there was nothing in the world except this orgasm which had a life of its own. “Stop” is the last word I wanted to say.
It did stop eventually, though, and Peter was up, beside me, holding me close while I came back to Earth.
“I’ve never seen a girl cum that hard. Are you okay?”
I couldn’t answer. I was dizzy. I was stunned. I needed to breathe.
“Amy? Are you okay?”
I needed to laugh so I laughed; then I needed to cry so I cried; then I needed exactly what my brother gave me. I needed to be held.
Day 2: Albuquerque to Tulsa
That first night with Amy was the most sensuous night of my life. I’d been with a lot of girls, most of them inexperienced like I was, but, still, young girls with young girl’s bodies and energies and stamina. I’d never seen a girl respond like Amy did. Not so much to the mechanics of the sex — I know I’m an amateur – but to the emotional aspects. She radiated pure, unadulterated love and joy.
We slept curled together. The alarm at 7:00 am was jarring; we’d only been back asleep for a few hours. Amy killed the alarm and saw that I was erect. I’m 18years old; I’m always erect n in the morning.
I said, “It’s called ‘morning wood’. It’s normal. Sorry. I should have thought of that before sharing a bed.”
“‘You treated me really nice this morning, Peter. I also want to reciprocate. I’d like to try with my mouth. May I?”
I took my pajama bottoms off in a micro-second and lay down on my back. She got between my legs, and with a little trepidation, she licked the tip of my dick. Then she licked the entire length and put the first inch in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head.
“Oh, Amy, that’s fucking amazing. It feels so good.”, I said, as she lowered her head, taking as much as she could. I felt the tip of my dick hit the back of her throat and she gagged a little, but she didn’t quit. She pulled her lips back to the tip and, again, lowered her head, her tongue working every inch of the shaft on the way down. She lifted my balls and gently rolled them as she concentrated on the frenulum and the head, punctuated every 10 seconds or so by stuffing as much of me into her mouth as she could. Her hand grabbed the base of my dick and stroked in time with her mouth and tongue. Three or four minutes in I was very, very aware that my inexperienced sister was giving me the best blowjob of my young life.
“Jesus, Amy! Oh, my God! You’re amazing. It’s never been this good. How do you know this? Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! OH! FUCK! You’re making me cum!”
I tried to lift her off me so I wouldn’t cum in her mouth, but she pushed my hands away and shook her head “Uh, uh” and kept fellating me. I had to give her warning; she must not know about pulling out.
“I’m going to cum. I’m cumming NOW!”
She pulled her head back, her hand furiously stroking my dick. Thank, God! She DID know.
I exploded, spasm after spasm, cum pumping out in four then five then six long ropes. Amy was giggling with joy as she watched, fully and completely satisfied with the results of her work. As she did earlier, she caressed me as I went soft. Then, she crawled up beside me for a kiss. It was as soft and gentle as it was full and sensuous. I could taste myself on her lips.
“I think you should shower first. Let’s get on the road.’
—
We showered, dressed, had a quick breakfast, and got back on the road at about 8:30. Today’s target destination was the Tulsa, about 9 hours of driving. We settled onto I-40 East.
“Thank you for last night. I never imagined it would be like that.”
“Thank you for this morning. How did you know how to do that?”
“Seemed like the thing to do. Did I do it right?”
“It was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. By far.”
She drove on for a while in silence.
“How many girls have you had sex with?”
“I don’t know. Six or seven.”
“You’ve fucked that many girls?”
“No, not fucked. Had sex with. Like what we did. I’ve never actually had intercourse with a girl, unless you count anal. I dated Wendy for almost eight months but she’s saving herself for marriage. We did everything else that two people could do in bed, but her vagina was off limits. I almost fucked Debbie, but she chickened out at the last minute. And at Ben’s party Janet — you know, the promiscuous Janet – was begging me to do her but we didn’t have a condom. By the time I could round one up, she was in a different room fucking Bob without one.”
“That sucks.”
“Sucked for Bob. She gave him the clap.”
—
Ten hours later we were in Tulsa in a Staybridge Suites. We’d talked a lot along the way about what happened, trying to figure out what would happen next. We decided that it was a one-off thing that we could both remember and be grateful for but that we needed to go back to being brother and sister.
We got a two-bedroom suite; not just two beds but two separate bedrooms. Amy called Mom to give a progress report while I grabbed some Chinese take-out to bring back to the room. We ate in the shared living room while watching the news, checking emails and such. I asked if she wanted to go out but, no, she preferred to stay in, so we played a couple games of chess and decided to call it a night.
“Good night, Amy” I said. “Good night, Peter”, she said as she gave me a strangely lingering kiss on the lips.
I climbed into bed but couldn’t sleep; 20, maybe 30, minutes passed but I wasn’t close to sleep. Memories of the night before — that very morning, in fact — had me too aroused. I’d no sooner considered rubbing one out than I heard a knock on the door and, without waiting, Amy came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Her face was flushed; she was clearly worried and agitated.
“Will you eat me again? I loved it so much. I want it so much. I can’t get it out of my mind.”
Sister or not, there’s no 18-year-old boy on the planet who would say no to the opportunity she was offering. I got out of bed and pulled off her pajamas, then I dropped my own. She sat on the edge of the bed and, like earlier that day, I crawled between her legs. She was already soaked; her clit was already engorged; her labia already swollen. I brushed aside a wisp of pubic hair that was in my way and pushed my face into that gorgeous, horny, virgin pussy. She pulled me in even harder and said “Eat me. Eat my pussy, Peter. Make me cum again.”