I smirked.
“You didn’t do as I say: you moved a muscle.
Well, I suppose we can let that one slide, this time.
Now, come closer.
” I crooked a finger, and he crawled forward until we were only inches apart.
I pushed down on the top of his head, forcing him into line with my crotch.
“Lick.
”
He hesitated.
“I said lick! And don’t pretend you haven’t done this in half your sick fantasies.
You’ll enjoy finally getting at your sis’ sweet twat.
Now, lick!”
To be honest, he was a bit rubbish at cunnilingus, lapping at my crotch as if he were cleaning a plate – and no doubt tasting something worth the lapping up.
My cunt had felt a few tongues in the last few days, and while he was not the worst, he was far from the best.
The racy sordidness of the situation more than made up for it though, and my chest started heaving with the beginning build toward climax.
Besides, a few words of firm guidance, supported by my directing hands on either side of his head soon had him hitting more of the right spots.
He could be trained! I had confidence that, with practice and my precise feedback, he had become a fairly decent pussy-licker.
The very fact that I was even thinking that way gave me a little illicit thrill when I realized it.
This time, though, with my oral masseur in my thrall, a whim caught me and I decided to take it a step further.
Shifting slightly to rest more on my tailbone, I pressed down on the top of his head, pushing him away from my clitoris, down across the perineum to my puckered pink arsehole.
It was too much for him.
With a lurch, he backed away a foot or so.
“Eww, you want me to lick you bum?! That’s disgusting!”
“So is perving on your innocent little sister while you wank yourself, but you don’t appear to have had any problem with that.
Now get to it, my sphincter is waiting.
”
That appeared to sting him, but he wasn’t budging.
I had to up the stakes.
“Well, I suppose word will have to get out.
” I reached for my phone, which I had made sure to drop close at hand.
“Now, what’s the name of that girl you like? Diana, wasn’t it? I have her phone number right here”
“NO! OH God, no! Please don’t do that!” I carried on fiddling with my phone until I felt his tongue run right across my butt-hole, leaving a trail of warm saliva between my butt-cheeks.
In one sense, it did nothing for me.
There are no g-spots on my bum, and he wasn’t going deep enough otherwise.
However, the feel of it was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and that was tremendously exciting.
His hot breath, his hot tongue, the slickness of his spit, the way it cooled quickly between my pulled-apart cheeks every time he moved slightly away.
As I pulled the back of his head in, he could not help probing a little right into my sphincter with his tongue or could he? Was he doing it deliberately?
Either way, it was something unique.
I mean, where in all the rest of your life, do you get something similar to that? Even full-on penetrative anal sex isn’t quite the same thing.
I once read that having a warm shower is a weird experience to put humans through because there is nothing in the natural world, nothing in evolution, that is similar enough to prepare us for it.
Well, having a tongue slathering your arsehole, and occasionally just poking a little bit at the pucker is another one.
Besides, I was already riding the edge from the tongue-lashing my pussy had gotten, so any kind of stimulation was going to bring me closer.
A part of me wanted to keep this wild, kinky ride going, but my need overtook me, my fingers went to my clitoris, and barely a couple of touches triggered that explosion of pleasure I craved.
It wasn’t just pleasure that exploded from me either.
Ever heard of female ejaculation? Ever felt it? I did then, and in a sense, so did brother Ricky, because he was on the receiving end.
Clear liquid gushed from my pussy, rich with musky arousal.
It coated his forehead and cheeks, dripping down his neck, just a little thicker than water.
I pushed him back lightly, and he sat up on his haunches.
His breathing was heavy, just like mine.
His rock hard knob jutted upwards and forwards, drawing the eye.
His hands started to move, but the slightest narrowing of my eyes halted him, and his arms returned to dangling placidly by his sides.
Finally, I stood up.
I walked around him.
Occasionally, a drip of pussy juice would slip from my folds, or from his chin, and soak into his bedroom carpet.
“You did well,” I said finally.
I kneeled behind him, and my small breasts pressed into his back.
“You deserve a bit of a reward,” I whispered, right into his ear.
My right hand reached round, and grabbed his cock.
He shuddered.
Slowly, very slowly, I started moving my hand up and down.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” I continued murmuring, my lips brushing his ear.
“The feminine touch on your engorged penis.
Of course, you want to fuck.
All men want to fuck.
So do most women.
But that’s not going to happen, or at least not yet, so the next best thing to a woman’s vagina wrapped around you Well, that’s their mouth, but coming in third is their hand.
Do you like that?” I sped up slightly as he nodded.
“I bet you’ve dreamt of getting your lips at my juicy pussy.
Yeah, you’ve tongued my twat in your mind while you jerked your cock just like I’m jerking now.
And that’s not all.
You’ve imagined fucking me too, sticking your prick right in between my folds, deep, right into my girlish little womb.
You’ve pounded your sweet, sexy sister’s pussy, pounded it, pounded it, while the walls squeezed you like this.
”
I squeezed his manhood, hard but not too hard, and continued, my voice never rising above a whisper.
“It’s hot in there, hot and wet and begging for a man to thrust in and penetrate it.
It wants to be full of hard man-meat, stretched.
Your penis could fill my aching, gaping chasm.
I would clamp down on you so hard when I came, pulsing on your rod.
Fuck me.
Yeah, fuck me.
Are you ready to come? Are you ready to fill your sister’s vagina with your sweet, slick seed? Then do it.
Jizz for me.
Spurt!”
And he did.
Wow, he did.
It blasted across the room, thick white ropes of cum, flying through the air for a good six feet.
He jerked, his body contorting, and a long, loud groan escaped his lips, as his jizz landed on the wall, the carpet, and the last of it rolled down my knuckles.
I pulled away, and he collapsed to his hands and knees.
As he gasped, I collected my clothing, wiping the semen off on my panties.
I clipped my skirt back on, and did up my shirt.
By the time I was done, he was standing up.
“I’ve never orgasmed like that before,” he said, awe in his voice.
“Well, maybe you will again, we’ll have to see.
It all depends how well-behaved you are.
”
Hope lit up his boyish face.
“What do I have to do?”
“Oh, all sorts of things.
For a start, get this place cleaned up.
Then tomorrow ” I grabbed his dick again, and wiped the end with my wadded underwear.
Then I unravelled it and held it in front of his face.
There were several slightly yellowed damp patches on the white material now, and a couple of remaining gobbets of goo.