Carol looked up as Candace quietly tapped on her door and then let herself in. Her face lit up to see her favorite aunt and scooted over on her bed to make room for Candace to sit beside her.
“So,” Candace looked eagerly at Carol. “How did it go last night?”
Candace listened intently to the recap of the game that she had helped Carol orchestrate the night before, stopping her niece several times to repeat and describe the most intimate events in exquisite detail. She took particular delight in that fact that it was Carol who had caused Trey to cum at last and asked her niece to describe in detail everything that had happened in the moments leading up to Trey’s surprise ejaculation. As much as it had seemed disgusting the night before, Carol began to see the event in a whole new light when she shared the details with her Aunt Candy.
Candace reached into her purse and pulled out a fairly large carrot wrapped in a table napkin. She showed Carol how she had peeled it to make it smooth and slippery, while also carving a rounded ball on one end to mimic the shape of a circumcised penis. She asked Carol to evaluate whether it compared favorably to her brother Trey when he was fully erect. Candace’s eyebrows raised, in delighted surprise, when she found out that her nephew was even a little thicker than the sizeable carrot, and nearly equal in length.
“Well, if you want to get good at this,” Candace leveled her gaze at her niece. “I mean really good. You’re going to need to learn a few things,” she looked at her niece seriously. “And practice,” she smiled. She handed Carol the carrot. “Lesson one…”
By the time Candace left Carol’s room, fifteen minutes later, her niece’s eyes were still watery, after having gagged multiple times, just as her jaw and mouth had gotten sore from the rigorous paces that her Aunt Candace had walked her through.
“Now remember,” Candace had instructed her, just before she left. “At least ten minutes a day. You need to build up stamina and confidence.” She turned back to whisper from the doorway. “Oh…and eat the evidence,” she winked. “Get a fresh carrot every day!” With an eye-twinkling smile, Candace slipped from the room.
The remainder of the day ended up being a quiet evening in to celebrate the last night of Aunt Candace’s visit. By the time they had all headed up to bed, Trey had almost forgotten how extraordinary things had gotten over the past few days. Sitting in the living room after dinner, building a fire, listening to Christmas records and singing along, it was almost easy to imagine that none of it had ever happened. By the end of the evening, it seemed impossible that he and his sisters had shared that very same space, completely naked, the night before. In a strange way, Trey found it somewhat comforting. He’d brushed his teeth, put on his pajamas and crawled under the covers, completely exhausted by the process of coming down from days upon days of constant excitement. He didn’t remember falling asleep.
He only came half awake as he felt someone slide under the covers beside him. When her hands started to stroke the side of his leg and his arm, he reached out in a fog to feel the warmth and softness of a girl, in something like flannel beside him. If he wasn’t fully asleep, he wasn’t fully awake either.
Unsure if he was dreaming of June or one of his sisters, he returned the light kisses that were surfacing through the fog and finding his lips. His hands were finding the delicious sensation of the squeezing the breasts that moved so softly, braless, as he gently groped them through the soft, flannel nightgown. His cock was already halfway hard when her hand began to stroke it through his pajamas. Her kisses became more urgent, her mouth pulling away to breath more deeply and it was ultimately the brush of her hair, across his face, that tickled enough to bring him more fully awake. He backed up a few inches and rubbed his face to wash the ghost of the tickling itch from his skin.
“Trey,” she whispered. “It’s me….Cissy.” Her hand fully grasped his now hard cock through the fabric of his pajamas. She slid in closer to him, kissing his neck, her hand reaching through the buttons of his pajama shirt to touch the bare skin of his chest. Her hand lightly grasping the shaft of his hard cock through the fabric of his pajama bottoms, stroking it gently, urging him out of his sleepy fog.
“Oh Cissy,” He gasped softly, “That feels so good,” His lips found hers and his hand reached down her body to find the lower hem of her nightgown. His tongue filled her willing mouth and he felt, as much as he heard, her emit a low moan of pleasure as he kissed her deeply, his hand sliding up the smooth, warm skin of her thighs, brushing lightly over the gentle mound of soft, cotton covering her pussy. Her body contracted, undulating with the sensation of being touched in so intimate a place, even for the briefest moment.
Cissy pulled her lips away to gasp in pleasure, looking wide eyed into her brother’s face, his eyes still blinking away the sleep in the dim light. Her lips parted in heated amazement, her eyes drinking in the details with open wonder as she felt her body responding to her brother’s touch. Trey had been trying to reach up under to find his sister’s bare breasts, but as his fingertips grazed over the impossibly soft skin of her stomach, he slid it back down again, cupping his fingers over the soft, cotton mound between her legs, feeling her thighs tighten even as her body again bucked at the sensation of being touched.
“Oh Trey,” Cissy whispered. “I can’t believe that.” She made something between a moan and a hum as her lips rolled inward and she pressed them tightly together. Her body undulated with an urgency all its own, writhing to rub itself against her brother’s strong fingers, to increase the pressure of his touch in any way she could. Without even thinking, she rolled on top of her brother, straddling him, crushing his hand between their bodies, grinding against it with a sudden hunger, that she didn’t know she had.
Trey pulled his awkwardly crushed fingers out from between their bodies, hearing Cissy gasp as they dug into the folds of her pussy through the thin cotton fabric as he twisted his hand to get it free. Having felt her brother’s hand, her hips pushed her body against his hard stomach, grinding for anything that would satisfy her need to be touched. Trey reached both hands up under her nightgown, now bunched around her thighs, and followed the soft skin of her torso up until his hands found the gently hanging fruit of her bare breasts. His thumbs caressed her hard nipples and puffy areolas as his fingers cupped her firm, yielding tits, His large, warm, strong hands groping her with just the right mixture, of rough possession and lustful awe, to make her his to do with as he pleased.
Cissy rubbed her pussy against her brother’s hard stomach, the smooth insides of her thighs grasping his torso like a horse that she couldn’t urge to go fast enough for her own liking. Sliding up and down over the washboard of his abs until she felt the tip of his hard dick nudge the small place between her pussy and her ass.