I ran my fingertip up and down the damp area and she actually pushed upwards to meet it.
“Damn Chris, I shouldn’t be doing this with you,” she muttered.
“You are though, and enjoying it, aren’t you?”
She didn’t say anything, I think she was reluctant to say the words, but I saw an almost subconscious nod of her head.
Having stroked and rubbed her there for a few minutes, her movements reciprocating mine, I let my hand drift higher up to the elasticated waist of her leggings. More easily than I imagined and not giving her a chance to react, I slipped my hand under the elastic and down to rest on the flimsy underwear covering her pussy.
I saw a look of panic and then uncertainty cross her face as my fingers found the wetness there. I could feel the springiness of what must be pubic hair under whatever covered her pussy, but it was so thin that it did little to disguise the puffy lips pressing against it.
“Chris, we can’t, we’ve gone too far already,” she said, through her rapid breathing, “I don’t think we should play this game anymore.”
“I knew I’d win,” I said, “because when it comes to it, you are no match for me.”
“I am,” she replied, more forcefully, “it’s just that you’re my brother and if we continue, I’m not sure where it will end.”
“I thought we decided it will end when one of us gives in?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“Are you giving in now?”
That stubborn look came back into her eyes, “No,” she said.
“Then I guess I will carry on,” I said, and promptly slid my hand up and then back down, under the elastic of her underwear, cupping her naked pussy, her short pubic hair against my palm.
“Ohhh fuck,” she groaned, loudly, squirming under my touch.
Now I knew why, even reluctantly, she still wanted to continue, she was so wet my fingers were soaked almost immediately.
It didn’t take me long to slide a couple of fingers between her soaking lips and find her hard little clit at the apex. Sliding my fingers either side of it, I moved them back and forwards slowly, bathed in her own secretions, it was like the slickest lubricant ever.
“Ahhh,” she groaned, moving her hips in time with my fingers, “it wasn’t supposed to go this far she whispered.”
“How far did you think it might go?” I asked, dipping my fingers deeper into her entrance then back over her clit.
“It… it was just to get you back, I had no idea you would take it so far,” she said.
“And now?”
“And now, I’m a bit scared and not sure what we are doing,” she said, hesitatingly.
She was so wet, that on finding her entrance, I slid both fingers up inside her, feeling hardly any resistance.
“Chris, oh fuck, you’ve got your fingers inside me, what are you doing to me…” she sighed, her hands bunching into fists on the cushions.
I thought she was about to hit me or something, but the next moment I felt one of her hands slide between us and grip my hard cock through my loose jogging bottoms.
“God. you’re as hard as a rock, and for your sister too, what a pervert,” she said, experimentally rubbing her hand up and down.
“Said she who is soaking wet because her brother is touching her, and she is holding his cock,” I retorted, beginning to finger fuck her wet hole more deeply.
Apart from several deep sighs, that seemed to shut her up for the time being.
Copying what I had done, she moved her hand up and then pushed it down under my waistband, and finding no underwear, gripped the shaft of my warm, hard cock. She moved the skin up and down, gently wanking me, then ran her thumb over the enlarged head picking up my copious precum and rubbing it round and round. It was clear she had done this before.
“Wow, it’s bigger than I thought…well… I mean… not that I have ever thought about it,” she said, blushing even more.
“You haven’t?” I asked, curiously.
“No, of course not. Have you…about me I mean?” she returned the question.
“No, not like that, but now…”
“I know,” she said, her conscience obviously pricking her again.
“But here we are,” I said, leaving my fingers buried inside her, but sliding my thumb up and round her clit.
“Ohhhh, you certainly know what to do,” she gasped, moving her hand down to feel my balls further down.
“Chris?”
“What?”
“Can… I see it?”
“And you called me a pervert?” I said, lightly.
“Can I, please?” she asked.
“So is this a new game of yours, show me yours and…” I left it hanging.
She thought about it, biting her lower lip again. She knew this had now gone further than either of us had thought at first. I wondered if she would at last call a halt.
“Hmmm, ok then, you take your joggers off first and then I will too.”
“Really,” I said, “no tricks?”
“No tricks, I promise,” she agreed, and went back to slowly wanking my increasingly sensitive cock.
I looked at her eyes to try to determine if she really meant it and could see no hint of pretence.
Removing my hand from under her clothes, I knelt up and slid my jogging bottoms down, my now naked cock rearing up against my stomach, her hand still wrapped around it.
“Oh my God, I never thought we would ever be doing this,” she said, “I still don’t know why we are,” she mumbled, lifting her head for a better view, and sliding the foreskin back to reveal the wet, purple, head.
I let her look and feel for a few moments, it was after all a very erotic feeling having your sister’s hand touching your most sensitive parts for the first time. She ran her fingers round the head and trailed a nail gently under the ridge, making more precum seep from the opening, which she quickly massaged over the head. Much as I was enjoying it, I wanted to see more of her too.
“I’ve done my bit, now you,” I said.
Even though she was holding my cock, I could still see the remnants of her reluctance mirrored in her face. I was beginning to think she might not go through with it, until decisively she let go of my cock, and slipping a hand into her waistband each side, started to slide her leggings down over her thighs.
“Hold on, what about those?” I said, seeing her very feminine knickers starting to come into view.
“That wasn’t in the deal, was it?” she grinned.
“Can you only win by cheating?” I asked.
I knew that accusing her of cheating would not go down well with her competitive spirit, but neither would being naked in front of her brother, showing all her feminine charms. She had a dilemma.
She paused. The room seemed charged with static.
Her forehead crinkled slightly, while she contemplated the options.
Suddenly, without saying anything, she sort of shrugged, bent her legs that were still either side of me, and lifting her feet up, slid both her bottoms and knickers off together, down her long legs, and off. She then put her legs back either side of mine where they had been before.
I then got the first glimpse of my sister’s dark, trimmed, pubic hair and two swollen lips already partly open, showing a wet, pink, interior.
The next thing I heard was, “Earth to Chris, can you hear me, come in.”
I realised I had been staring at the sexy sight before me for several seconds.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, “I never thought… I mean It’s just…”
“So now you have seen me, and we are even again, now what?”
Now that she had bared her warm pussy, I could already smell an aroma drifting into my nostrils. A hint of soap from when she had obviously showered recently, mixed with the aroma of her arousal, a sort of tangy, ozone, smell you get on the wind at the seaside. Surprisingly, it was tantalising, and I although I don’t know much about pheromones, something was telling me to taste it too.
Again, she had cleverly left it to me to decide what to do next, if anything, and she watched me with interest as I moved my head closer to her pussy, probably thinking I wanted to get a closer look.
She definitely jumped when she felt my tongue on her bare pussy, “Fuck, Chris, what…Ohhhh?”
I wasn’t going to talk now that I had my mouth on her puffy lips, and instead went to work, sucking licking and then running my tongue up to her clit and back.
That seemed to wipe out any thoughts she was having about what, or why, this was happening, and with a groan, pushed her hips up at my mouth trying to get the hardest contact possible with my tongue and any part of her anatomy there.
I now had the taste of her too, definitely a salty, clean, taste, almost like fresh sea food, which doesn’t have that fishy smell because it is so fresh, followed by a slight tang of acidity that I couldn’t place. I loved it and couldn’t get enough.
When I ignored her and continued licking her and rolling her clit around in my mouth, she opened her legs wider and was in her own heaven, moaning and groaning with each new touch. As I sucked on her clit, I pushed two fingers back inside her as far as I could, feeling the different textures of her inner vagina, before starting to move them in and out in time with my sucking.
She was really into it now, making little mewing noises I had never her heard her make before. She was getting wetter by the minute as my tongue and fingers worked on her. She gripped my hair and held my face against her wet pussy. The perfume of her arousal got stronger and stronger.