I released her clit and stopped tonguing her pussy, just nuzzling my nose between her lips, pressing slightly into her slit as she caressed my head, gasping for breath as she came down.
“Shit!” I heard her exclaim. “Oh, no…. Jenny’s crying. Nooooo!”
I looked up at Nancy from between her thighs. “Don’t worry, lover. I’ll get her. You relax.”
“I’m sorry,” she moaned. “I hope I didn’t wake her up. Was I too loud?”
“Don’t worry about it. Just get comfy. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
“C’mere,” she said, pulling my head up her body. I rose up and leaned over her, my lips pressing to hers.
“You have no idea how badly I needed that,” she said. “I feel almost wiped out after one orgasm. You give amazing head, you know that?”
“Well,” I smiled, “you’re not wrong. While I’m taking care of your daughter, you can think of how you’ll repay my loving devotion.”
Jenny needed a fresh diaper and a bottle. After about 20 minutes, I went back into our bedroom, where I found my sister sleeping, looking so beautiful in her satisfied slumber.
“So much for being repaid tonight,” I whispered as I kissed her, covering her with a spare sheet I’d pulled from the closet. “You’re lucky I love you so much.”
I lay next to my sister, under the actual bed covers, and laced my hands under my head. I was a damn lucky guy, I thought, comparing my living situation with that of my friends. Bill was still living with his parents, and would be until moving to live on-campus at ASU in the fall. Brian, whose parents owned some land in the desert, was living in a mobile home they had purchased for him and that sat not 50 yards from their house. Slightly less ‘still living with parents’, but too close for my taste. I should have Bill and Brian over soon, I thought.
I then thought of Nancy, and what things were like for her. I wasn’t crazy about the idea that she really didn’t have a lot of options for her future, and had been thinking about how I might be able to help her. I wanted more for my sister than just cooking and cleaning for me until Rusty and his family came back from their mission work and reclaimed their house. Where would we go then?
I had been thinking about Nancy wanting to be a stylist. I knew she’d feel better about herself if she had her own income; not to mention she wouldn’t have to wait for checks from her husband, which were still sporadic at best.
I decided to have a talk with Nancy as soon as I checked a few things out.
I woke to Nancy roughly shaking my shoulder. “What? Is everything ok?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“No, it’s not! Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“You looked too peaceful, Nancy. I thought you needed to sleep.”
“But I didn’t get to help you cum,” she whined.
“Oh, sweetie, come here,” I said, opening my arms. My sister nestled against me, her head on my chest. “Don’t worry, love. I molested you in your sleep some and then jacked off. I’m good.”
I laughed at the look on her face. “I’m kidding. I didn’t jack off – but I did play with your tits a bit.” I kissed her forehead. “Tell you what. Make me pancakes and bacon and we’ll call it good, ok?”
Nancy looked so sad, my heart hurt. “What is it?”
“I want to be good to you.”
“You’re amazing to me. Are you really that upset I didn’t cum last night?”
“Well, yeah. You did me so well, I wanted to take care of you, too.”
“I really don’t want you to worry about it, sis. It’s not like I’ll explode if I go a day without a cum.”
“But-”
“No buts, no cuts, no coconuts,” I said, squeezing her shoulder. “If it’s that important to you, you can make it up to me today. It is my day off, you know.”
Nancy sat up, her eyes sparkling. “I’d forgotten you weren’t working today. I get you for the whole day?”
“Well, I’ll go to the gym tonight, and I had thought about a run before it got too hot, but other than that, yeah.”
“I know how I can repay you,” Nancy said shyly, “if you want it.”
“Oooh, I can’t wait. What did you have in mind?”
“Ummm… maybe you could fuck me in the ass?”
“Really? I didn’t know you liked that.”
“I don’t know, actually. I’ve never done it before.”
I looked at her carefully, wondering if she was shitting me. “Really?”
“Never.”
“Why now, then?”
“Well, because I love you. I thought you’d like it.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Well, you did it to Kathy.”
“Oh. She told you that?”
“She told me everything. I told you she would, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember. I just didn’t think-”
“Listen, Jim. Don’t worry about it. Like I said, everybody’s got kinks. We haven’t explored that since we first talked about it. If that’s what you like, I’m willing to try it for you.”
“I wouldn’t say it’s what I like. Not that I don’t like it, either, but I’m completely thrilled with what we do now.”
“Why’d you do it to Kathy, then?”
“She wanted kinky sex. I gave her kinky sex. But, Nancy, that was completely different than you and I. I don’t want you to do anything you’re not into. You’re the woman I love, not my slut.”
“What a horrible thing to say!” Nancy exclaimed, sitting up and looking pissed! “Why can’t I be both for you?”
I just stammered. What a way to wake up!
“Sweetie, I need coffee. Can we have this discussion later?”
“OK,” Nancy huffed. “But we ARE having the discussion!”
Sisters. Fuck!
Long story short, I’ve never won an argument with someone who sucks my cock, so over blueberry pancakes and bacon it was decided that I would try to fuck Nancy in the ass. I was able, at least, to get her to agree to working up to it, to see how she’d handle it.
I had no problem with the idea of fucking my sister’s ass – I didn’t think it was degrading or dirty, nothing like that – but even in my limited years of being sexually active, I’d known women who just plain didn’t like anal sex. I loved my sister, and didn’t want to do anything that wouldn’t be pleasant for her.
So, while Jenny was down for her afternoon nap, Nancy was on her hands and knees on our bed, as I slathered her asshole with Vaseline.
“Hey, that’s cold!” she giggled.
“Well, trust me – pretty soon, you’ll be happy it’s there,” I answered.
“I’m really excited about this,” Nancy said.
“Sure you are,” I smirked.
“No, I mean it – I’m like, really excited. Feel it if you don’t believe me!”
I took my non-lubed hand to her cunt. Sure enough, her pussy was wet enough to host a cranberry harvest. Nancy didn’t really appreciate that turn of phrase, but it made me chuckle.
“Alright, Mr. Funny Guy. How do we start this?”
“Like this,” I replied, quickly pressing the pad of my index finger against her anus. Nancy flinched and jumped at the contact.
“Sorry,” she said sheepishly. “Just a reflex. Try it again, please.”
So I spent some time at the opening of her last virgin hole; applying pressure, circling around the puckered opening, pushing Vaseline into her, ahead of my finger. Despite her excitement, Nancy was still clenched so tight my finger didn’t get far.
“Ohh… ummmm… that’s-” she began.
“Nancy, you need to relax.”
“I’m relaxed,” she said.
“No, I mean you need to consciously relax your sphincter muscle. Take a deep breath, then push outward just a little, like you’re taking a poop.”