“I’m going to wash it now.” I jerked away from her and lunged for the door.
I carefully made sure that the door creaked at the minimal volume as I opened and exited the room. Without hesitation, I went to the bathroom and locked the door behind me.
“Oh God.” I rubbed my flushed face.
I turned my attention to the object of my curiosity. I was amazed at how clean it had looked. I expected it to be covered with brown stains and whatnot. I mean, that thing was inside my sister’s asshole! It shouldn’t be this clean, right? I lifted the black object to my nose and sniffed it.
It did smell like shit. Yet surprisingly, I didn’t find the smell offending at all. In fact, I felt like I was holding something really persona to Laural, as if I was holding a part of her. A shiver went down my spine as lust crept into my stomach and unleashed a horde of butterflies. My mouth gradually parted. I could feel the heat coming off of my breath as I eased the plug nearer to my opened lips.
I pushed the plug into my puckered lips and gave the tip a light lick. It tasted bitter and slightly musky. Gradually, I began suckling on it, tasting Laura at the most intimate level. My free hand slid down my stomach, passed the waistband of my shorts and panties, before finally cupping my wet pussy.
“What are you doing?” I heard Laura hissed.
Fuck, I was so in heat I forgot to lock the bloody door. Whipping around to face Laura, I pulled the plug away from my lips like it had suddenly grew teeth and shielded the object of my embarrassment behind me.
“N-nothing.” I stuttered.
“You were tasting it, weren’t you?” she squealed accusingly.
“Shhh…. quiet. Close the door.” I hissed at her.
Laura stepped in and closed the bathroom door behind her as quietly as possible. Then, she turned back to me. Her face was redder than a full blown rose and I couldn’t help but to blush with her too. The air in the bathroom rose a few degrees and as we both stood there looking at each others red faces, sparks began to form between us.
“Why are you here?” I finally broke the silence.
“I thought you might need some help, you know…getting that thing in.” She gestured at the plug I was hiding behind me.
“I-I see.” Unable to look at my sister, who was still very naked, I looked at my feet.
There was a long stretch of silence. Both of us didn’t know how to go from here. We were both too aware of each others presence and the growing desire for one another was already dangerously palpable. With the air electrifying and getting harder to breath in, I finally let out spasmy sigh.
“You can help me put it in if you still want to…” I said.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
I nodded and handed her the plug. She opened her hand and let me dropped onto it. She looked at the plug with uncertainty, as if she wasn’t ready for it. Then, her glimmering eyes turned back to me as she told me to take off my pants.
I did it with one fluid move. Laura moved closer to me and I immediately felt the heat coming from her body.
“Sit on the toilet. And lift you legs up.” she told me.
And like a obedient slut I realized I was quickly adding into my already vibrant resume of sexual tendencies, I did as told. I put the cover down and sat on it. I lifted my legs up and propped my heels on the narrow spaces my ass had not covered.
I watched her went to the sink and turned the tap.
“Stop.” I heard my own voice before I even realized I had spoken.
Laura turned to me with a frown.
“Don’t wash it.” I said nervously. My legs were even shaking now from the amount of lust that had been building inside me. “I want to have you inside me.”
It didn’t take long for her to get what I meant. With a shy smile, Laura knelt down so that her eyes were on the level of my ass.
“You have a pretty pussy.” Laura cooed. “So pink and tight.”
“Don’t…” I startled at the contact of her fingers on my pussy. “It’s ugly. I still have all my hair down there.” I retorted shyly. I never bothered to shave my pussy completely before. But now I wished I had.
“It’s not. Layla.” Laura disagreed sultrily. “I bet Aunt Mary will have a good time using your pussy.”
I writhed at the statement. The bathroom seemed to be like an empty void with nothing except Laura and me. Nothing else mattered.
“It needs to be lubricate.” she purred.
Without warning she pressed the plug against my pussy. I tensed at the pressure pressing on my still intact hymen. Before I could inform my sister of the little predicament, the plug plunged inside me. My pussy stretched and widened at the invasion, my hymen was completely decimated in the process. I yelped at the sharp sting.
“Oh my god! I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Laura quickly pulled out the thick plug from my bleeding pussy. She rose to her feet, grabbed a couple of facial tissue, before coming back to tend my injury.
“Don’t worry. I’m alright.” I said shakily. I had never thought the person that would take my virginity was going to be my sister. But seeing the care she had for me as she tenderly wiped away the blood, I was kind of glad that it was her.
“You should have told me.” Laura scolded. “I wouldn’t have done that if I knew you still a virgin.”
The words rang in my head profoundly.
“What makes you think I wasn’t?” I asked with a frown.
“I mean you kind of…you know…enjoy watching me being fucked by Aunt Mary. I thought you would have done that to yourself or something.” she explained.
“That’s not possible, Laura. What could I fuck myself with? A zucchini? This is the first toy I have ever had.” I pouted.
“Okay, I’m sorry. Here…I will make it all better.” she smiled at me. And before I could even react, my sister’s tongue was already lapping at my pussy. I hissed and writhed on the seat as my hands instinctively grabbed my sister’s hair.
“No, Laura.” I moaned as I tried to push her away. Laura wrapped her arms around my thighs and locked herself into position. My resolve soon faded into pure pleasure as the incredible feeling gradually etched away my control. “Laura, we shouldn’t…”
My pussy parted as Laura’s tongue burrowed between my folds. Her warm slick flesh slithered into my tightness, lapping at every inch my pussy had to offer. My brain almost melted into a pool of unrecoverable goo when I felt my sister slipped her tongue deep inside me. Oh God, she was killing me. Killing the old Layla that would be too self-conscious to allow this to happen…
“Laura…please…” I moaned, not really sure if I was pleading her to stop or to keep going.
She suckled, licked and nuzzled my pussy for almost what felt like eternity before she moved away and looked at me with a smug grin.
“Why did you do that?” I mewed breathlessly. My hands were on her shoulders, preventing her from trying that again that might break whatever bits of self control I still had left.
“Wounds heal faster when licked. Silly.” Laura chirped.
“B-but not this.” I retorted.
“It’s all the same to me, Layla. Besides, you seem to like it a bunch.” Laura giggled.
“But-” I was cut off when my sister pushed against my hands. “No, wait -”
My weak arms soon buckled and my sister’s wet lips slammed onto my pussy. And that was it. I was helpless against my sister. My body was no longer in my control. Carnal pleasure had taken over me, forcing me to allow my sister to keep going, keep assaulting my love hole with her tongue.