Wondering…was I in fact to blame for any of this? And then on the other hand, finding myself becoming aroused, horribly and so wrongfully aroused, listening to my sister’s private words, thoughts…and now actions as she actually slipped one hand inside her now unbuttoned shirt, fondling her breast though thank god she hadn’t bared it.
“And what are you doing?” I had to ask again…still trying to ascertain if she did anything differently, had used something that had made it easier, and then perhaps later harder for her to achieve orgasm. “How are you touching yourself, playing with yourself…” I added trying to keep the tone lusty, for her…not for me, and yet ironically doing just that of course. She was blushing too.
“I am fucking myself…with his cock, his big beautiful cock!”
I needed to ask, but that would wait…I already had a pretty good clue. “And what is it that you’re using?” She again hesitated, blushing even more. “It’s ok Sophia…no one can see you, or hear you, you can tell me, it’s safe…just between you and I, no one else knows, or ever will.”
“A…a sausage. I’m…I’m fucking myself with a sausage from the fridge. I’ve…I’ve wrapped it in cellophane…but even then it’s nasty…dirty…I…I feel nasty, dirty. But I want to. I want to be nasty to him, dirty to him. Only him.”
“Who is Sophia? Who?” But again…I already knew the answer.
“For my brother.”
**
And now came the hard part…not so much for her, for my sister…but for me. I had already planned on doing this, just not sure when or how appropriate it might be until that precise moment arrived. Which I saw as now. We…she, was at a point in time, in her mind where she could and still obviously did experience orgasm. Could she then actually have one now? Would she?
I had to try and find out.
“Alright, listen to me Sophia…so you’re still fucking yourself with the sausage right?”
She was still blushing, but nodded her head yes. I saw her hands actually slip down now between her legs, a good sign…given the opportunity and purpose here I had planned. I took another deep breath, fighting back my own guilt at what I was about to put her through, watching…and feeling aroused as I did it.
Aroused at the sight of my own sister lying there next to me, fingers even then sliding up between them. As she did that, her shirt opened fully, her beautiful bare breasts spilling out. Dark tan areolas as big around as silver dollars, nipples taut, extended, wonderfully hard. Her pussy was bare…she hadn’t worn any panties either. What did that tell me? If anything? Had she subconsciously, purposely not worn any beforehand…knowing what I might find out? Discover?
“Ok Sophia…what are you thinking now? What do you see, what are you fantasizing about? What am..a, I mean what is Max doing to you?”
“He is licking my pussy, and I am sucking his dick. We’re in his bed…laying side-by-side, I can feel his tongue playing with my clit, licking it…sucking it. I am sucking him, sucking his gorgeous cock, I love his taste, I want to taste his cum, I want to drink it, swallow it, feel it spurting inside my mouth, just as when I cum, when I squirt…when I fill his mouth with my own hot juices.”
If I hadn’t been hard already…I sure as hell would have been by now. I’d just learned something about my own sister I hadn’t known. And now the image of that was filling my own mind with desire. Desire for my own sister. Even though I knew it was wrong, and could never, ever actually happen.
“How’s it feeling?” I asked, my own voice giving away the raw emotion I was now feeling, though thankfully, I knew she heard it not as my voice, as Max’s voice, but as her own. I watched her fingers as they opened herself, slipping inside. I could hear the sound of her slick juices as she played in them, now openly finger-fucking herself. I could see the hardness of her exposed precious clit as she pried back the protective sheath, exposing it even more fully. A finger on either side of it now, pulling on it…pinching it.
“It feels good,” she moaned deeply. “So…fucking…good! He’s…he’s sucking my clit, sucking it into his mouth, teasing it…teasing my cunt, my clit…oh fuck, please don’t stop, please Max…please, please don’t stop. Let me cum, let me cum…let me cum! Please Max please! Help me! Help me! Help me!”
I dropped onto my knees beside her, my hard swollen cock stiff and painful, though I minded it not. I leaned over, parting her legs even more than they already were, my tongue coming up to lap at the swollen hard little knot she still held between her own fingers, licking it…kissing it as she finally let go of it, and as I then…devoured it, sucking it between my lips.