When you're young, and in your teens, people always seem to be saying you've got the world at your feet, but it's only when you're older, you realise how true that was. At the time, it doesn't always seem that way, especially if you're not the most self-confident person around.
It all started when I was half way through my last year of high school. I had just turned 18, and I was still a virgin. I lived with my parents, and my sister, Louise, who was exactly a year older than me, right down to the month. I have to say, life was so much simpler then.
With our ages being so close, Louise and I had always been close as kids, and with my father working away a lot of the time in his job as a manager of a building company, and my mother working shifts as a nurse, we spent a lot of time at home on our own. I guess that made us even closer. We fought, argued from time to time, and behaved like most other kids, but I think we were pretty close, when it comes right down to it.
When we were young, Louise and I played the games most kids played together, but we also had a little game of our own, where we would pick a TV series that had a married couple in it, and we would pretend we were the husband and wife in the show. We would act out our own version, in a schoolkid imitation of what we saw the actors doing on TV, and as a young kid, I used to think this was a lot of fun.
It seemed like it all stopped the year Louise turned thirteen, and I always thought she just grew out of it. I found out at the age of twelve that adult women have pubic hair, and occasionally for the next few years, I would wonder what Louise looked like down there, inside her panties.
Fast-forward a few years, and there we were, Louise at nineteen, and me at eighteen. Louise had finished school the year before, and now had a job as a receptionist at the local Ford dealer, and a boyfriend named Derek, who was two years older than she was. Louise was five feet, six inches tall, with a slim build, and I guess you could say her looks were more girl next door than beauty queen, but if you took a second look, you'd see that she had a curvy shape, great legs, a nice round, firm backside, and tits that were not big, but well shaped and in proportion to the rest of her. She had light brown, medium length hair, fair skin, and blue-grey eyes, and if you got close, (really close), you could see she had a little sprinkle of tiny freckles across the bridge of her nose. She had a great sense of humour, and smiled a lot, so as brother and sister, we had a lot of good times together.
Years of gymnastics and netball had made Louise very supple, and although she gave up gymnastics at sixteen, she could still do the splits at the drop of a hat, and she had kept on playing netball on the weekends, so she kept herself toned.
On the other hand, although I was tall, I was only average build, and I was reasonably fit, with playing regular soccer, but I was no athlete. I'm not sure why, but I was never a hit with girls back then, but like almost every other eighteen-year-old guy on the planet, I had sex on my mind a lot of the time. Another thing I had in common with every other eighteen-year-old was that when my cock got hard, it got rock hard, and I could come three or four times a day if I felt like it. My dick was only average sized, if what I saw in the school showers after sport, or in the soccer field change rooms, was anything to go by, but sadly the only action it had ever seen was from my right hand.
Some nights, when my dad was away, and my mother was on night shift, I'd hear Louise and Derek going at it in her bedroom, even though there was a bathroom between our two rooms. I never heard much from Derek, just low, muffled mumbling, but I would hear Louise saying stuff like, "That's it, Derek, that's it, just like that! Keep going just like that! Omigod, Derek, that's good, ... ..., that's too good, ..., Oh, Derek, that is so-o-o fuck-ing good!!"
I would lie there, imagining them together in Louise's room, but I'd had never had sex with a girl before, so the pictures in my mind were like the pictures in porn magazines I had read, or dirty movies I had seen, with Derek hammering Louise on her back, with her legs over his shoulders, or Louise on all fours, while Derek drove his cock into her pussy from behind. I never seemed to imagine them as two people making sweet love in the missionary position. In my mind, I only saw them fucking like porn stars, fucking for the sheer sexual pleasure it gave them, fucking hard, and fucking simply because it felt good....
Then, mid year, Derek broke up with Louise. Worse still, he dumped her for the town slut, Barbara Ekins, and to add icing to the cake, when Louise tried to ask him why, he told her he'd been cheating on her with Barbara for months, and Barbara was a better fuck anyway. Louise was devastated, and for a week, she cried all the time and wouldn't eat, just lying in her room, like a hermit, while I sat and wished I could help her get over him.
My parents seemed to think it was just something she was going through, and she'd snap out of it soon enough, so they weren't much help. As for me, well, I was just an 18-year old kid who'd never had a girlfriend. What did I know about relationship advice?
She came home from work one afternoon, and went straight to her room. I heard her softly sobbing in there, so I went to the door, determined to help. She was lying on her back, with her head turned, facing away from me, and I tried to think of something to say that would help, but nothing came. I tried my best....
"Fuck Derek!" I said, eloquently. Louise turned to face me.
"Yeah," I continued, digging deep into my experience in counselling people with problems, "Fuck him, you'll find someone better."
She said nothing, but patted the bed next to herself, so I walked over and sat next to her. She looked so sad.
"Hold me," she said, but didn't move, so I shuffled down next to her, and put one arm underneath her, and one over her shoulders, facing her. She snuggled in close, putting her head on my chest, and I was slightly ashamed to find myself looking down her blouse at her breasts in that position, feeling the warmth from them, and I started to tell her about all the things Derek was missing, and how he was the loser, not her.
I tried to ignore those lovely tits, inches from my face, but it was as though my cock had a hair trigger, and with her soft, curvy body pressed up against me, and her breasts displaying themselves to me like that, my hormones took over, and my dick went to wood in no time flat.
I kept on telling her good things about herself, with my tool trying harder all the time to get my attention, and after a while, Louise leaned over to kiss me gently on the forehead. "I'll be okay," she said softly, "I just need to lie here for a while. I'll come out to see you in a few minutes. Thanks for the talk, I feel a bit better now."
I got up, and walked out of her room. I went to my own bedroom, where I wanked the erection away, and then had a quick shower to destroy the evidence, almost hating myself for being so aroused by Louise, my sister, at a time when she was feeling so low.
The following day, school holidays started, and I had the day to myself when my mother and Louise went to work. I bummed around, tidied up, and went to a friend's place for a while, then came back mid-afternoon to an empty house.
I felt that old, familiar hunger in my pants, so I went to my room, and settled in for a good session of me-time. No-one was due home for a while, so I found a British porn magazine in my stash, and started to go through it, looking for inspiration. I found a six-page photo set with two girls in it, so I started to check out the pics, while my hand did the work.
Lesbian porn was my favourite, and this set ticked all the boxes. There were two beautiful girls, one a blonde, and one with brown hair, and they were dressed as secretaries, with short skirts, stockings and conservative blouses. They graduated from sly smiles to kissing each other, and then undressing, sucking each other's tits, and then to oral sex on the desk, and the second last shot in the set was a full-page close up of the brown haired-girl licking the blonde girl's pussy. I had my attention on the photo, and I was about to come for all I was worth, when...
"Bust-ed!"
I looked up in horror and shame, to see Louise at the foot of my bed, looking at my tool-filled hand, and I threw the magazine off the bed and pulled the sheet over myself, but the damage was done. Instantly, I felt sick in the stomach.
"Fuck! Fuck! ......, Ohhhh, fuck!!" was all I could say, as the orgasm I was just about to have seemed to vanish into thin air. Louise's mouth was open.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I said, still in shock.
"You know," she started, "I was about to ask the same question, but the answer is so obvious, it would've made me look pretty stupid, wouldn't it?"
I lay there without answering, starting to shake a little, and Louise went on with, "I got off work early today, so I came straight home to see what you were up to. I walked in, and you've got your door wide open, and," she burst out laughing, but kept on talking, so the only words I understood were, "hammer and tongs."
If I wasn't so horribly ashamed and embarrassed, I probably would have laughed as well. She got over her laughter and said, a little more seriously, "You really should close the door when you do that."
"I did," I said, flatly.
"Well, you didn't do it properly," Louise said, now looking me in the eye. "The wind must have blown it open. It's blowing a gale outside, but I guess you wouldn't have noticed. I suppose your mind was on other things," she finished, with a sympathetic smile.
She walked around the bed, and looked the porn mag, which had fallen open at the pussy-licking shot. "What are you wanking over, anyway?" she said, with mischievous interest in her voice. She looked down.
"Lesbo porn!" she said, as though she had discovered something.
"D'you like lesbians?" she asked, again looking me in the eye, but with an inquisitive look in her face. I could see there was no use lying, and the damage was done anyway, so I said, "Yeah, I think every guy does."
Louise shook her head, and looked at the picture on the floor, and said "Lesbians...," with a smirk.
Then, she dropped to her knees, and looked closer, and said, "Hey, do you think that brown-haired girl looks a bit like me?"
I could see from her face it was the same old Louise, who bounced stupid jokes off me all the time, and got back as good as she gave, and I started to feel a little less embarrassed. I shook my head, and said, "She doesn't look like you at all. Do you think I'd be perving at a girl who looked like my sister?"
"Oh," she said, standing back up. I assumed she was only pretending to be disappointed. She walked backwards to the foot of my bed again, and with a smile, she said, "Nah, she doesn't look like me at all. I was just jerkin' you around, except," pausing, and looking towards my crotch, "you're doing enough of that for both of us."
I put the pillow over my head and said, "Just go." I was still embarrassed, but somehow, Louise had taken the edge off it. She was good at that kind of stuff.
She walked to the door, and turned to say, "I better leave you alone, now. You look like you've got your hands full," and, smirking, she finished, "One of them, anyway."
She walked out the door, and made a big show of closing it properly.
I lay there for a moment, recovering from the shock, but as the moment had been ruined, and the desire now taken over by a sick feeling of shame, I got up, took a long shower, and went for a long ride on my trail bike.
I came back hours later, after dark, to find Louise sitting in the family room, watching TV. "Where's Mum?" I asked.
"Did you forget?" she asked right back, "She's gone down the coast to spend some time with Dad. She left straight after work, Airhead. Just like she's been talking about all week, so it's just you and me here for the next coupla days."
Louise told me my dinner was in the microwave, so I reheated it and ate quickly, avoiding her as far as possible. Not because of any bad feeling between us, but because I still felt a bit ashamed. I said goodnight, showered again, and went to bed.
After a while, I heard the shower in the bathroom next to my bedroom, and after it stopped, I heard Louise moving around, and then things went quiet for a few minutes, although the light was still on in the hall. I was having trouble dropping off to sleep, and a moment or two later, I heard two knocks, even though my door was half-open, and then Louise's voice.
"Wayne," she said, "It's me."
"I didn't think it would be anyone else," I answered, without trying to sound abrupt.
"Can I come in?" she continued.
"Course you can," I answered, although I still felt a little sheepish, but she moved into the doorway, a silhouette in the light from the hall.
"I thought I'd better knock," she said, "after, you know, today."
I saw her shoulders shrug in the dark, and I said, "Give it a rest!" with exasperation in my voice. She stepped in closer, and said, "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Today, I mean. Put your bedside light on. I don't want to blind you by turning on the room light."
I flicked on the bedside light, and saw she was wearing a pair of light blue cotton summer pyjamas. To be honest, they were kind of sexy, and in the past I have to admit I had wanked to the thought of her in them. That memory didn't help my guilty feelings one bit.
"Look," she said, "everybody does that kinda thing. We all do it."
"We?" I said.
I was honestly surprised she said that, and in my whole life I had never imagined my sister doing that to herself, giving herself pleasure like that, all on her own. Suddenly, the thought made the back of my mouth and throat go all thick and dry. Louise wasn't finished yet, though.
"Of course," she smiled, "Do ya think girls just get to a certain age, and suddenly want to have sex? We get horny long before then, so what are we gonna do? Of course we do it."
She came over and sat on the side of my bed, on my left. She said, "Do you remember those silly games we played when we were kids? That kind of stuff?"
I thought back, and said, "Yeah," avoiding her gaze, "I do."
She went on with, "What about the other game, and all the times when you played Darren, and I was Samantha? Or Mr and Mrs Cunningham from Happy Days?"
I chuckled for a moment, thinking back. We had not mentioned those games to each other for years. I smiled, and added, "What about the time I was Fonzie?"
I saw that smile on her face that I had known all my life, and she said, "Yeah, Fonzie. What would Mr C have to say about that?"
She went serious again, and said "Well, this may surprise you, but sometimes, I think back to those games, and kind of," she paused, as if thinking of whether to continue, "kind of, um, ... ..., touch myself."
She gave me a searching look, and said, "Um, do you ever, think of me, when you, um, you know..."
"No," I lied.
"Oh," she said, with real disappointment in her voice.
"Well," she went on, "Then there was yesterday."
"Yesterday?" I said, guilt rising inside me.
"Well, yeah, yesterday," she started. "There I was, all upset, and you came and sort of, um, said all those nice things, and made me feel so much better about myself, and you were kind of lying there, up against me and stuff, and it just felt nice to cuddle up to a man and feel good about myself," pausing, then adding, "you know?"
"A man?" I said, "But this man is your brother." I had half an inkling, or maybe just wishful thinking, but I had half an idea where this might be leading, but I still had to say that.
"Okay," she answered, "you are, but I couldn't help it if it still felt nice."
"Glad I could help," I said, casually, wondering if...
"You know what I did after you left?" she asked.
"Surprise me," I said.
She surprised me all right. "I touched myself," she said, looking me straight in the eye, like she had said something completely normal, but knowing full well that she hadn't.
Even now, I still don't know what I was going to say when she said that, but it didn't matter, because my throat got so thick and dry in an instant, that all that came out was a kind of gasping, "Uhhhkllthh," sound.
"Well, girls have feelings," she said, looking down, modestly.
I was still too stunned to speak. I guess I kind of knew what she was leading up to, but it was still so far from the way things normally went, that I thought I must be hearing things wrongly, or maybe just misreading them.
"What about you? Yesterday, I mean," she said, looking me in the eye, as if she somehow knew the answer.
"No," I lied again, pursing my lips, and shaking my head, as if that was out of the question.
"Oh." Once again, disappointment in her voice, and this time a little surprise as well.
"Anyway," she said, "I've been thinking ..."
"That's always dangerous," I said, butting in. After all, she was my sister, and we always said things like that to each other.
She shook her head, with that look of mock sympathy for the afflicted on her face, that she used to give me when I said something stupid, as a joke, and got back on track. She seemed to be giving this some thought for a moment, and then she said, "Hear me out here for a minute, Wayne. Now, think about it. Here we are, the two of us, right? Me in my room, touching myself," and she paused, gesturing towards her room, "and you're in here, in this room, you know, doing," she paused, "whatever you, um, do..."
She kind of seemed like she ran out of words for a moment.
She sighed, and went on, as though getting it all out at once, "So-o-o, why don't we just, kind of, um, help each other out?"
I was amazed, and I wanted this more than a kid wants Christmas, but there was no way I thought I could do that in front of her. "I can't ..., I don't..., think...," I stammered.
She leaned forward, and said, soothingly, "It's not like we haven't seen each other. We could look but not touch if you're feeling a bit shy, just kind of play around, maybe kiss each other, you know, just fooling around."
My stomach had butterflies, and I was thinking "What if she doesn't mean what I think she means?" but she tried a different approach.
"Wayne, if you were horny and wanted to, um," and to my discomfort, she made a movement with her thumb over her hand, almost, but not quite, making a wanking fist, "wouldn't you rather look at a real, live girl? And not a girl in a magazine?"
She met my eyes with hers. I was still uneasy about doing anything like that in front of anybody, even Louise. She reached over, without speaking, keeping eye contact, and took my left hand, and gently prodded my finger into the skin of her left forearm.
"That's real," she said, softly.
I was fighting with my own reluctance, if that's possible, but then, to close the deal, she seemed to have an idea. She moved my hand to her left breast, gently turning and holding the palm of my left hand flat against the thin cotton of her pyjama top, so I could feel quite clearly that she was wearing nothing underneath. I felt the warm, rounded shape of her breast with its soft nipple, underneath the material, and I felt her nipple harden slightly under my touch. "That's also real," she said softly, a little more husky this time.
I melted. The world fell away underneath me. Roller coaster. Pick your cliché. Whatever it was, it happened to me.Then, Louise took my hand away from her lovely breast, and leaned forward, and kissed me on the mouth. She had kissed me before, kissing me good-bye, kissing me on the cheek, or the top of my head, as a gesture of sisterly affection, but it was different this time. This was an adult kiss, between a man and a woman. This was an open-mouth kiss. A soft, warm, gentle, open-mouth kiss. A slight-touch-of-the-tongue kiss, that made me hunger for more, that allowed me to taste her mouth, and then to feel that taste working its magic on me. It was definitely not the sort of kiss you normally get from your sister.
"Have you come to a decision?" she said softly, her face still close enough for me to be intoxicated by her breath.
"I think that," I paused, sighing, "this could be fun."
She leaned down, placing her right thumb and forefinger on each side of my erect penis, through the sheet, and through my boxer shorts, and gently moved them down its length. Her touch was exquisite, and I think I gasped a little. I know I flinched. She turned to look at me, and said, "I know you're a bit unsure, but somebody's already made up his mind."
She repositioned herself on the bed, so she was on her knees on my left, with her head down near my sheet-covered groin, and her lovely bottom inches from my face. She was still stroking me gently through the sheet, and I knew I had been given a gilt-edged invitation, but I was still hesitant to go further in case I overstepped the mark, and ruined the moment for good. I was so excited by the sight of this intimate part of her body, so close to me, beckoning me to caress it, but I was unsure, just the same.
She turned back over her shoulder and said, simply, "Touch me." Her voice was little more than a whisper.
I reached up with my left hand, gently placing the side of my palm and little finger along the slight cleft in her pyjama bottom, as it was pulled taut across her pussy. I felt the moist warmth from her, even through the gusset of her pyjama pants, and becoming a little bolder, I put the tip of my long finger above her anus and slowly ran it down the slit, feeling her flinch a little. I could see and feel that she had no pants on underneath, and I placed the back of my thumb over the area where I knew her clit should be, (who says porn is not educational?), and made a gentle sawing motion. She made a quick little "Ooh!" sound, and lifted her head, saying, "You learn fast."
She was rubbing me gently through the sheet, as though instinctively, she knew if she went too fast, or too hard, it would be over in an instant. She moved her left hand to my tool, and with her right, she reached back and hooked her thumb in the elastic of her pants, and pulled them down, just enough to expose some of the skin of her right buttock. I took her lead and gently pulled them down further, exposing her beautiful pussy, with its neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair, for the first time. I felt weak at the sight, but then she lifted her knees, each in turn, helping me take her pyjama pants off completely. She had not spoken, and just continued with the gentle stroking of my tool.
I felt her slick wetness, and I gently placed a finger just inside the entrance to her vagina, only a little, and ran it down between her inner lips. She was so incredibly wet and slippery, and I tasted her juice on the tip of my finger. The taste was so exciting I could never even have hoped to describe it, and she looked back again, and smiled, then turned back to what she was doing, without speaking.
She continued her gentle stroking through the sheet, and I became more bold and began to insert my finger in her pussy, moistening it a little more with each stroke, finger-fucking her slowly, getting used to the feeling inside. I took my left hand away, bracing myself on the bed with it, and leaned forward, caressing her right buttock with my right hand, and then kissing her there, softly, like you would kiss a baby. She said, "You're very gentle. I like that."
We kept on for a few minutes, with me touching and caressing her pussy, and kissing her near it, but never actually putting my mouth on it, and Louise gently stroking my erect penis through the sheet, and she said, "It's only fair. You've taken my pants off, so I should take yours off, too."
At this development, I became nervous again, and sensing that, she said, "It's okay. Judging from what I'm feeling through this sheet, you've got nothing to be ashamed of here."
I knew I was only average-sized, from what I had seen in the past, but I didn't answer. I just knew anything I could possibly say about it would make me look stupid, or like I was trying too hard to be cool.
"You know," she said, pulling the sheet back slowly, moving like a person does near a horse, so it won't shy, "size does matter, but only to guys with small ones."
It was so typical of Louise to say something like that at a time like this, but neither of us laughed, because it just wasn't the time. She pulled my boxers down, and exposed my manhood. Without speaking, she, ever so gently, cupped her dry hand around it, and moved it up and down a few times, just barely touching the skin. It was agonisingly good, but then she used her thumb to spread some of my precum around the sensitive head, and began to masturbate me, just touching the head only.
I flinched, and sucked air through my clenched teeth, and she smiled and said, "You're sensitive there, aren't you?"
"It's like that all over," I said, fighting to keep my voice even. She was doing me gently with her hand, knowing that too much too soon would end the moment, and to take my mind off it, and to help keep things going a little longer, I tried to occupy myself with kissing her lovely buttock again. Trust me, that didn't help one bit, and I had to stop, but she kept on gently rubbing me, full-length strokes, lubricated with my own precum, for a moment or two longer.
Then, she took her hand away, and said, "I'd like to get into a more comfortable position. Is that okay with you?"
"Yeah, go for it," I said, getting my wavering voice under control again. Louise turned around and straddled me, so we were facing each other. She looked at me a little more seriously, and said, "You know, there are other things we can do."
"Things?" I said.
She moved herself back just slightly, and although I had never been inside a woman before, I just knew that the warm, wet, and incredibly inviting part of her body that was just touching the head of my erect penis, was the entrance to her pussy. I was one flinch, one twitch away from entering her.
She gave me a look, and I knew she was thinking, "Join the dots, Wayne," because that was one of her favourite sayings, and she always had that look when she said it.
"You," I said, gulping to moisten my throat, "mean," and I had to struggle to get the next word out, "sex?"
I was sizzling with desire, not just desire, but also the need, to do this, but my mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. "Come on," Louise said, softly, "I know you want to. I know I want to, but if you don't want to go that far, I can show you some things that are nearly as good. Just say the word."
I wanted to have this more than anything, but this was my sister. She leaned forward, and kissed me, deeply, gently, and drew back, so I could still feel the warmth of her breath on my face, and said, "You haven't said 'no' yet."
She opened her mouth a little, and gently brushed her lips against mine, then drew her head back out of reach of my hungry mouth. Then, she edged herself backwards, taking a tiny bit more of the head of my penis into her entrance, and she said, "Wayne, this won't hurt a bit, I promise. If I could promise you one thing in the world, it would be that this won't hurt. Trust me. But I won't do it if you say 'no."
She made a tiny movement of her pelvis, so the wet entrance to her pussy felt like it was actually nuzzling the tip of my hard, eager penis, and she said, "Just remember, if this goes on any further, I won't be able to stop, though. You don't want to see your sister lose control, now, do you?"
I was on the edge of the cliff. I could jump or stay. I chose to jump. I nodded, too blown away by the moment, and by the situation, to even say the words. Louise gave me the same mischievous smile I had known forever, and said, "No going back now, brother."
She took her weight on her thighs, and sat back slowly, and my oaken hard penis went right into her as she sank back on it, as though it was coated with butter. I was surprised at how it went in so easily, yet the fit was so snug inside, and then she began a gentle rocking motion with her pelvis, slowly running her pussy along the length of my tool, but keeping the action from getting so vigorous that I would end it by coming too soon.
Once I had gotten a little control over myself, I began to lift my own pelvis a little, to meet her with each stroke, and she even giggled a little, as we adjusted to each other, until we got the timing right. She leaned forward, and kissed me again, on the mouth, that same soft, deep, so-sweet kiss, and then drew back a little, saying "Sex without kissing is," she paused, "just wrong."
Excited as I was, the irony of those words was not lost on me as I lay there, being fucked by my own sister, and fucking her back, the two of us in a team effort, synchronising the movement of our bodies, each equally guilty of taking pleasure from each other in such a forbidden way.
Louise gave me a knowing look, and leaned down to place her lips near my left ear, and in a breathy whisper, she said, "I know what you're thinking, because we've got almost exactly the same brain," then she paused, to add, "except I got first pick." I saw the mischievous smile from the corner of my eye, and then she went on in the same soft whisper, "We've come this far, and nobody will ever know. Just us."
She moved up again, with her face above mine, and with a tilt of her head, she made her hair fall forward so it was down around my face. I could smell the sweet, clean shampoo smell, and the only thing we could see was each other. She said, "That's kind of cool, isn't it? Nobody else knowing, just us."
She flicked her hair back over her shoulders, with a toss of her head, and continued on, with barely a change in that deliciously slow fucking motion of hers, and after a moment, she said, "What do you think?" and I said, "It's really good, really good," with my voice still wavering a little. She smiled, but this time it was a smile I had never seen in my lifetime of knowing her.
Then, I asked her, "What about you?"
She took a soft, but deep breath, with her eyes half-closed and said, in little more than a whisper, "It's beautiful."
Until, that moment, I had never thought of sexual feelings as beautiful. I had always thought of sex as something that felt good, and you did it, but I realised then that there was something very beautiful about a woman using that very special, very personal part of her body to give such pleasure, and to receive it herself in the same act.
After a few moments, Louise slowed her rocking and stopped. She leaned forward again and kissed me, and said in that voice, just above a whisper, "I'd like be on my back. It's your first time, so you should be the one in control."
She disengaged herself from me, and we changed places in the bed. I re-entered her pussy, fumbling a little at the entrance, but she used her hand to guide me, and I slid inside her again, taking about three strokes before I was penetrating her fully. Now it was Louise who lifted herself to meet me with each stroke, but only a little, so I was the one who controlled the motion, the depth and the timing. She would occasionally pull me to her, and kiss me, or just gently brush her lips across mine the way she had done it before, which was almost as exciting, but I kept the motion gentle, trying to make it last.
"I love the way you're being so gentle," she said, "but I know it's because you don't want to come too soon." She reached up, and ran her fingers through my hair, and said, "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. Just pick up the pace a little. I want to see you come."
I stopped my thrusting, and said. "See me?"
"No, silly," she said gently. "I don't want to see it coming out of you, I want you to come inside me. Just let it happen. It'll be amazing, believe me."
I hadn't really thought that far ahead. "Inside?" I asked.
"It's okay," Louise answered, starting her own slow thrusting motion from underneath me again, "I've been on the pill for ages. Just go for it."
I started to fuck her again, still slowly, and she adjusted the movement of her own pelvis to mine, and she said, "You're doing great, but don't worry if I don't come this time. Hardly any guys make a girl come their first time, so it'll be all right."
"But," I answered, "that wouldn't be very good for you, would it?"
"Well," she answered, dropping her gaze, but still gently meeting my thrusts, "I can take care of that afterwards." She looked at me again, and said, "You can watch if you like," she paused, and continued with, "or even help me, if you want to."
"I think I'd really like to help you with that," I said, as I continued with fucking her. I began to thrust a little faster, and a little deeper, as I decided to accept my sister's invitation to come inside her, and I could feel that I wasn't going to last much longer.
Suddenly, Louise flinched, and made a noise in her throat. Her eyes widened a little, and I thought for a moment I had hurt her. Before I could do anything about it, she said, a little louder than before, "Wayne, you're making me come! I didn't think you would, but it's gonna happen." Now, she was the one with the wavering voice.
I increased my pace just a little, but I didn't want to do anything to spoil it for her, so I kept things fairly constant. Her own thrusting quickened, then she said, with urgency in her voice, "Please don't stop! Please, please don't stop, Wayne!"
Louise seemed to stiffen, and she clutched her arms to her chest, arched her back, and she tilted her head back, with her eyes closed, saying, much more quietly, "So good, so-o-o-o good. That's so good!"
The sight of her in orgasm, plus the spasms of her pussy around me, triggered my own orgasm, whether I was ready or not, and I felt wave after wave of pleasure starting in my penis and working back through my body, then rebounding back the other way. I don't know how many times I spurted, because I was too involved in immersing myself in the pure, crystalline pleasure of sexual release, to take notice of such things, but after it was over, I found that Louise had her legs wrapped around me, and she was holding me to herself with her arms.
"Please stay and hold me for a minute," she said in that soft voice, just above a whisper again, "Let me hold you. I just want to hold you. You did that so beautifully."
We lay there for like that for minute or two, while she held me and I remained inside her, then she reached up, pulled my face to her, and kissed me again, and said, "Thanks. Thank you for that. I didn't really plan to go that far but I'm glad we did." She took a breath, and said, "Do you know how you just need something, sometimes?"
My sister's orgasm had been nothing like the pornstar orgasms I had seen so often on video. This was a real woman, experiencing real sexual pleasure, and not making it seem as though it was more dramatic than it was. We lay there in my bed, and with the house to ourselves, Louise slept there with me, with her arms and legs wrapped around me, and I sensed that she needed that as much as the lovemaking we had just experienced. We were two people who had done something very bad, but together we had also done something very good. That night, we had crossed a forbidden boundary, but on the other side, we found something that was amazing, just as Louise had said it would be. However, as Louise had also said, there was no going back, and I lay there for a brief few minutes, thinking of these things, as I drifted off to sleep, entwined with this beautiful woman, who was also my sister. Society had deemed that I was naturally immune to her beauty, and her sexual magnetism, but the events of that night had shown differently, and I knew that we would never be the same, from this night onwards.I woke up the next morning, and Louise was still lying beside me. It had all been true. I could see that she had already been awake for a while, and she had been watching me as I slept. When she saw I was awake, she rolled her eyes, as if to say, "Well, here we are, it really did happen," and said "So, any regrets?"
"No," I answered, "what about you?"
She sighed, and said, "You know, I didn't really plan to go that far last night, but I'm not sorry we did. Not sorry at all."
She put her hand on my chest, and then continued, "We probably shouldn't do that again, but I know enough about life to know that we probably will anyway, so we need to make a few things clear, right from the start, otherwise," and she paused for a moment, as though she was thinking of the best way to put it, and then said, "otherwise, we've made a mess we can never fix."
I had a fair idea what she meant, even before she said it, so I just nodded, and said, "Yeah." It wasn't much of an answer, I know, but the whole situation had taken me by surprise, so cut me some slack.
"Firstly," she started, "no-one caneverknow."
"Goes without saying," I said.
"The other thing is," and she moved closer to me as she said this, "we're brother and sister. We've loved each other all our lives, but we can'tbein love. We can'tfallin love. You know what I mean? We can't be possessive."
"You've got this all worked out, haven't you?" I said.
"You know me. Always the practical one," she smirked, then became more serious, and said, "and we can't evenlooklike doing anything while Mum and Dad are in the house. Okay?"
I nodded.
"Other than that," she said with a smile, "we live in the same house, so if we're horny for each other, nobody needs to know but us." Then, she looked at the clock beside my bed, and said, "I've got to get ready for work."
As she climbed over me to reach for her pyjama pants on the floor next to my bed, I remembered that under the sheets, she was naked from the waist down. That didn't help my morning erection one bit, especially when I felt her pubic hair tickling my belly, as she climbed over me to reach down on the floor. Then, as she jiggled and stretched to reach her pants, my hard cock brushed against her right hip, and she said, "I'm flattered by that, but I've got to go to work."
After what we had got up to last night, I couldn't help thinking it was funny that she kept the sheet over herself until she had her pants back on, and then she got up and headed for her own room.
After she'd showered and gotten dressed for work, we had breakfast together, just like any other day. Being so close, we were still in the habit of kissing each other good-bye, and she bent down and gave me a very sisterly kiss on the top of my head, as I sat at the table, said, "See ya," and she headed out the back door for work.
I had no way of knowing if there would ever be a repeat performance of last night, but the possibility was there, and that was exciting enough on its own. Naturally, I was still on school holidays, and with the day to myself, I tidied up after breakfast, and went to a friend's place for a few hours, then came back in the mid-afternoon. Louise wasn't due home for a couple of hours, and our parents would be away for another few days, so I was alone in the house. I put on a few CD's, and lay on the couch in the family room, with a book.
I must have lost track of time because the next thing I knew, I heard Louise's car in the driveway. I heard her coming in through the back door, and I saw her walk past the doorway into the kitchen, and down the hallway towards her room, without speaking. She was carrying a shopping bag in her hand, which was nothing unusual. Like all girls her age, Louise was always buying clothes. I was still lying on the couch when she came into the room a few minutes later, still dressed in her work uniform, consisting of a light blue blouse with the dealership logo on it, and a short denim skirt.
"Hey," she said, smiling brightly.
"Hi, Lou," I answered, putting my book down on the floor.
She walked over to the couch, and I pulled my feet back on the couch to give her a space to sit at the opposite end, and she sat down. We chatted for a few minutes about her day at work, and what I had done with my day, and I couldn't help but think about how good her work clothes looked on her. The blouse was cut in slightly at the waist, so it emphasised her curvy shape and perky tits, and the skirt made the most of her great legs and shapely bottom. It occurred to me that old Mr Cairncross must have really known what he was doing when he put her on the front desk. I'm sure plenty of guys would have been happy to book their car in for its next service, if they thought they'd get an eyeful of Louise next time they came in.
She stopped in mid-sentence, and said, "What are you looking at?" with a smile.
"I was just thinking your work clothes look good on you," I answered.
She kept that pretty smile and said, "You see me dressed like this five days a week. I've got drawers full of blouses just like this, and suddenly you're saying I look good in them. Where's that coming from?"
"Well," I said, "you either look good or you don't. I'm just saying, you look good."
She shook her head, and we continued talking, but there was something about her, like she was waiting for the right time to do something, or maybe, she knew something I didn't. Anyway, I had a feeling something was going on.
After another few minutes of talking, she seemed to come to a decision, and she stood up, stepped closer to me, and slipped off her sandals.
"Wayne," she said, in a tone she always used when she was going to ask me for a favour.
"Yes, Louise," I answered.
"There's something," and she paused for a moment, "...something I'd like you to do."
"What's that?" I asked, smiling back up at her.
"Me," she answered, simply, and then she turned and climbed onto the couch, straddling me, but facing towards my feet in a kind of almost sixty-nine position, with her bottom in front of my face, and her skirt pulled up by the position she was in. To my astonishment, I saw that she had no pants on. Her pussy was bare, and pulled open, right in front of me, and I felt a cold wave of excitement passing through me, as I realised this was only going to get better.
"You didn't go to work like this, did you?" I asked in amazement.
"No, Brainiac," I heard her say, "I took them off and threw them on my bed when I came in. Do you think I'd go to work without any knickers on? Mr Cairncross'd have a stroke if he saw me at my desk like that."
"I know what he'd be stroking," I said.
"There's a time and place for such vulgarity, and this is neither the time or the place," Louise said, mocking our mother, who sometimes used that expression when our dad said something out of place, or told an off-colour joke. We both laughed, but I never thought I'd hear those words in circumstances like this, with my sister's pussy, open and glistening with moisture, right in front of my face.
"So," I started, "what was this favour you wanted?"
"Well", Louise said, "this is a serious matter, Wayne.Veryserious."
"Go on," I said, taking in the vista before me. The excitement was almost unbearable.
"Wayne, you can see my pussy, can't you?" she asked.
I resisted the temptation to say something ridiculous, and I simply said, "Yes, I can, and I have to say, it looks rather nice, too."
"Well, last night," she started, still with that serious tone in her voice, "my pussy did something very naughty."
"Naughty?" I replied.
"Yes,verynaughty," she said.
"What did it do?" I asked, equally serious.
"Well," she said, "I'm afraid that last night, my pussy was fucked my brother."
"Ohhhh, that wasbad," I said, but I just couldn't keep the smile out of my voice.
"So, you see, Wayne, I really need your help here, and you've always been such a good brother to me, so I know I can rely on you for this," Louise said, maintaining the serious tone in her voice.
"So," I said, placing my right hand on her gorgeous right buttock, and gently using my thumb to pull her inner lip open a little more, "what is it you want me to do?"
"Wayne, I need you to punish my pussy for me," she said, "by fucking it, hard, and deep, from behind, to teach it a lesson about what it got up to last night. Can you do that for me, Wayne."
"Oh, yes," I said, swallowing to moisten my throat, "I can do that for you."
I was eager to start, but she went on with, "There's just one other thing, Wayne."
"What's that?" I asked, interested and eager.
"Well," she started, "do you remember when Dad used to punish us when we were little?"
I had no idea where this was going, but I thought back to the few times our dad had spanked us, and I said, "I'm afraid you'll have to help me out there, Lou."
"Do you remember," she started, "how, before he did it, he used to always tell us he loved us, and it was only for our own good?"
"Yes," I said. I still had no idea what she was leading up to.
"Well", she started, "I need you to start by showing my pussy how much you love it. You do love my pussy, don't you, Wayne?"
"Oh, yes, very much," I said, looking right at the pouting entrance to her pussy, "but, how would you like me to do that?"
"Wayne, last night was your first time," she said, in that same soft, gentle, but serious tone, "so I kind of, talked you through things, but I think you're ready to go solo now. You're a smart guy, you'll work it out."
I didn't think it was possible for me to be any more excited, but then I realised what she was asking me to do, and I said, "When would you like me to start?"
"Any time you're ready, Wayne," she said.
I had never licked a pussy before, and last night was the first time I had ever had my mouth anywhere near one. I moved my head forward, and smelt the scent of Louise's pussy, that sweetish, tangy smell, so inviting, so incredible, so arousing for a man, and I took it in. I sniffed, and then I breathed gently, letting it waft back into my nostrils, so I could really appreciate it. I moved my mouth up to the entrance to her pussy, and I kissed it, the way a man kisses a woman's mouth when they are about to make love, lips slightly open, tasting, enjoying, experiencing.
I drew back from the kiss, and I moved to her left buttock, taking in its shape. I kissed her gently in the centre of her buttock, feeling the soft smooth skin over the firm muscle underneath. Louise's bottom had been moulded beautifully by nature, and then sculpted to perfection by gymnastics and sport, so it was a thing of absolute beauty.
I moved my mouth back to her pussy again, and I ran my mouth and tongue gently down her left inner lip, turning it so I could get as much of the flavour as I could. I don't know if there is a word that has been invented to describe how exciting this was to me, and as I brushed my tongue across her clit, I felt her flinch. Then, I ran my tongue slowly back up the other pussy lip, once again turning it so I could really taste her.
I moved my mouth to the opening of her pussy again, and I kissed it a second time, gently, lovingly, tasting the rim with the tip of my tongue, as I held the kiss. Then, I gently pushed my tongue right inside, tasting this intimate part of Louise's body, that she had entrusted to me for my loving care and attention. After a moment, I drew back, and dipped my tongue into the pool of her juice, between her pussylips, and I spread it across my tongue, tasting it again.
I placed the tip of my tongue against the skin between her vagina and anus, moistening a little spot, and then blew gently on it. "That tickles," Louise said, with a giggle in her voice. Then, I pulled my head back, and I decided to try something I had only read about in magazines.
I dipped my lips into the juice between Louise's inner pussylips, and moved my mouth down to her clit, and I placed my lips, lubricated liberally with her own fluids, over it. I moved my mouth back and forth slightly on her little clit, and she seemed to buck and made an "Oo-ohh!" sound. I put my hands onto her back, just at the top of her buttocks, and linked my fingers, holding her in place, and I continued to work my mouth gently back and forth on her clit, with just a tiny bit of suction from my mouth, and she immediately started to moan and gyrate her pelvis in my face. She squeezed her magnificent thighs against my head, and I heard her say, "Ohhh,...,..., ughh!", then, with a strain in her voice, "Wayne! You're gonna make me come with yourmouth! Ohhhhh!!! Where did youlearnthat?!!"
I came up for air, and I said, "I just read it somewhere."
I heard a gasp as she relaxed, and Louise said, "You're some kind ofgeniusat this!"
I felt her opening my fly and undoing my trousers, then there was cool air and warm breath on my cock. "I think," she started, "it's about time we moved on to the next stage. Are you ready for that?"
"I think I'm up for it," I answered
I felt her finger, or it may have been a thumb, gently run the length of my hard, eager tool, from the head down, and then Louise said, "Well, you've certainly brought the right equipment along, and believe me, you're up for it." I felt her gently kiss the tip of my cock, which could not have been harder if it had been carved out of a titanium ingot.
Louise lifted her left leg and moved to allow me to get out from under her. Then, she reached back and unzipped her short skirt, and slipped it off, one leg at a time, tossing it on the floor. She positioned herself on all fours on the couch, and I felt weak at the knees at the sight of her beautiful bottom, and her wet pussy, open for me. She looked back over her shoulder with that mischievous smile, somehow sexier than I remembered, and said, "Just remember, teach it a lesson it'll never forget."
I moved toward her and guided my cock into the opening of her pussy. It was incredibly wet, and I slipped in halfway, and then drew back, to see my cock coated with her juices. I began my own fucking motion, using just half of my cock, for a few slow strokes and then I gently pushed in all the way, the walls of her pussy embracing my cock lovingly. I started doing full length strokes, but not fast, hard or deep, just to get things started, even though Louise had asked me to fuck her hard and deep, and once I got the motion going, I heard her say, "Ohhhh, that's lovely, Wayne."
I could see my cock going inside her, and I was amazed how deep inside it seemed to go, and then with each out stroke, the inner wall seemed to stick to it, as though her pussy was reluctant to let me go. Now and again, I would adjust my position a little, to make the sensitive parts of my cock push harder against the walls of her pussy, and then when I felt myself getting a little too close to an orgasm that I might lose control of, I shifted slightly. I loved doing this, but I wanted to fuck Louise they way she had asked me to. She had asked to be fucked hard, but I wanted to build up to it first.
I pulled back and started a short stroke motion, just rubbing the sensitive head of my cock inside her pussy, and it felt amazing, but she started to push her pussy back, greedily trying to get my cock right in again. "You're ..., having..., fun ..., aren't you?", she said, as I picked up the pace a little with my thrusting, but still using short strokes. Every now and again, I would push my rigid cock in all the way for one or two quick strokes, and then I would go back to the short stroke fucking I was giving her. With the deep thrusts, I would hear a hiss of air as she sucked between her teeth, or a little noise in her throat, then she said, with urgency in her voice, "Oh, Wayne that feels good."
I decided now it was time to give her the hard, deep fucking she had asked for. Without any warning, I thrust hard into her, and began to fuck her pussy hard, deep and fast, holding onto her hips tightly with my hands. With each of my deep thrusts, there was a ripple through the muscles of her buttocks as she braced her thighs, so there was no lost motion between my cock and her pussy.
Her pussy was so wet, and my cock so hard, that with each out stroke, it was coming right out of her, and as I drove it back inside, it found its mark and went straight back in, relentlessly pounding her pussy, giving it no quarter.
"Is this..., the way..., you wanted it?" I said.
"Yes!" she answered.
"Am I teaching..., your pussy..., a lesson..., it won't forget?"
"Yes!"
"Is it ever..., going..., to do it again?"
"Yes!!"
I ramped up my thrusting as hard and deep as I possibly could, and Louise lifted her head and said, "That's so good! That's heaven! That'sgorgeous!!"
I kept up the hard thrusting, and she bowed her head and said, "Fuck! ..., ffuck! ...,Fffuckkk!!!"
Louise was a girl who didn't swear much in ordinary conversation, but it seemed that sex brought out the gutter-mouth in her. "Is that an order?" I said, through gritted teeth.
With strain in her voice, she said, "Any..., way ..., you want to take it!" Then, she said "I'm ..., gonna,...,come! I can't hold it!"
I kept up my hard thrusting, and Louise clenched her fists on the couch, and arched her back, bowing her head and saying, "Ohh, sweetJesus, that's good!" Then, she arched her back, and three spasms went through her body, and twice, she made a gasping noise in her throat, then with the third spasm, she made a noise that was almost a scream.
She relaxed a little, and with what I had just seen, and the sweet sensations of her pussy on my hard cock, I felt a tingling in the back of my throat, that sometimes came when I was coming close to an orgasm. It didn't always happen, but when it did, I knew it was going to be good. I kept on my thrusting, a little slower now that Louise had come, but it felt so good I didn't want to change anything, and that feeling of pleasure exploded in me at the base of my cock, and for the second time in my life, I came inside my sister's exquisite pussy.
The first spurt was blown back powerfully, as I drove my cock in behind it, then the second spurt came, and then as the spasms of pleasure took away my full control of myself, I began a series of short, quick thrusts, spurting three or four more times, each spurt accompanied by a wave of pure pleasure, as Louise's hungry pussy seemed to milk me of my seed.
After my orgasm, I relaxed a little, and with my cock still half hard, I stroked it back and forth a few times, inside Louise's pussy. It was sensitive in a different way now that I had come, but it still felt great. Then, I withdrew, and sat back on the couch, letting out a gasping sigh. Louise's pussy was a mess, the inner lips a swollen, purplish-pink colour, with come, the come that I had just taken such pleasure in putting there, oozing out, and pooling in the upturned hood of her clitoris, then running down to join the come that was already matted in her pubic hair. I leaned forward and kissed her left buttock, tasting the thin film of sweat, and then I sat back again.
Louise turned around to face me, and kneeled on the couch. I guess she knew it wasn't a good idea to sit down, and she leaned forward for a kiss. I kissed her mouth, gently, lovingly, and her kiss was like a sweet, light dessert after a solid main course.
Louise looked me in the eyes, and said, "How on earth could you know how to fuck like that? Last night was your first time."
"Instinct, I guess," I answered, truthfully. It was the best answer I could give.
toShe kissed me again, gentle and sexual, and smiled her sweet, familiar smile, only this time, tinged with a faint sense of wonderment, and said, "Sometimes, you've just got to trust your instincts." She looked at me and shook her head.
"Who knew," she said, looking down, "that the best sex I'd ever have would be with my brother."
Society provides no rules of etiquette to guide a young girl in what to say in appreciation of a satisfying fuck from her brother, but I thought she was just saying that to make me feel good, not that it was necessary. She looked up at me and nodded, saying, "Wayne, you just fucked me like I haven't been fucked in, I don't know, ..., ever. I'm serious."
I was feeling pretty pleased with myself, and Louise stood up off the couch, and she said, "I think you should go and have a shower. I'm going to fix us some dinner. I want to keep your strength up, because after dinner, I am going to make love to you."
I got up and went to have a shower, still tingling all over from the sex we had just had. By the time I came back out, Louise was in the kitchen, still wearing the same clothes, although when she bent to reach into a cupboard, I saw she had put on some plain, white cotton briefs. Probably a good idea, considering the state I had left her pussy in. I had a bit of a thing for white cotton briefs, and even though we had just had hard, satisfying sex, I still got a little excited when Louise bent over.
Dinner was hardly any different from any other night, and we sat and talked, laughed at the show on TV in the dining room, and generally behaved like any other brother and sister. Two things made it different, though. Firstly, as I helped Louise clean up afterwards, she bent over to put some things in the dishwasher, and when she stood up, she stepped back and pressed herself against me, holding her sexy body against me for a moment without speaking, and then went back to what she was doing. Then, as I reached into a high cupboard a few minutes later, she stepped in to face me, so when I put my arms down, they were around her. She looked me in the face, close up, and said, with her mischievous smile, "I've got some dessert for you, but we won't be having it at the table."
She smiled and turned to continue tidying up. After we finished, she said, "Go and relax while I go and have a shower. I'll be back in a few minutes."
I sat on an armchair in the family room and waited, watching the TV, and feeling my excitement mount. A few minutes later, Louise stepped into the room, wearing a pair of very sexy pink pyjamas. They were kind of similar in style to the blue pair she was wearing the first time we made love, but cut in a much more sexy way, with more lace. "I bought these in my lunch hour today. What do you think?"
"They look great on you," I said, but I was thinking You look like a walking wet dream in those things and I want to chew them off with my teeth, and explore every inch of you with my tongue. I probably should have said it, considering what we had already done together, but she came over and bent down, kissing me, long, gentle and sexy, on the mouth. She smelt as good as she looked, a mixture of soap, mild perfume and her own scent. I inhaled her breath as she held her mouth close to mine, and I just wanted her body in the worst possible way.
"Let's go down to my room," she said, softly, "I want to make love. I think you do, too." I got up, weak kneed, and we walked down to her bedroom. She had bought herself a double bed when she first started working, and she looked at the bed, but turned to me, and held me close.
"Wayne, I don't want to get carried away with all this, but I want to show you the difference between fucking and making love." I had no answer for that, so she continued.
"This afternoon, I asked you to fuck me hard, because sometimes a girl just wants to be fucked hard. I made it into a bit of fun, because that's me, it's the way you and I have always been," Louise said, "but tonight, I'd like you to let me do all the work, and we'll both get all the pleasure." I could feel her warm breath on my face as she spoke, and I said, "What would you like me to do?"
She moved to the bed, and lay on it in those sexy pyjamas, and said, "Unwrap me like I'm a present. Like I'm a present for you."
I stepped to the bed, and looked down at her, first her face, then her lovely body. I have to admit, my eyes stopped at her pelvis. "Where do I start?" I asked.
"Anywhere you like," she smiled.
I knelt down beside the bed, and I kissed her mouth, slowly, lovingly, gently, sexually. I drew back from the kiss and I looked down her body, stretched out on the bed, and I moved down to her pyjama pants. I gently placed my right hand in the waistband and lifted it, and looked at her face. Making eye contact, she lifted her bottom without speaking, and let me pull them down, then I slid them along her long, beautiful legs and took them off her entirely. I looked at her pussy, and I saw it had regained its composure after the hard sex it had experienced in the afternoon. It was now pink and pretty again, the inner lips only slightly parted. I was so excited by her body and her bare pussy. I moved my head forward and kissed her gently, right in the middle of the triangle of her pubic hair, and I inhaled as I held my face against the soft hair. Her scent there was similar to the scent of her pussy, but lighter, and its effect was to make my entire body seem to buzz with sexual excitement. I kissed her again, just at the apex of the triangle, holding the kiss and inhaling gently.
I pulled back from the kiss, and I looked at Louise's face, and she seemed genuinely concerned here. "Don't you want to see me naked?" she asked.
"I do," I answered, "but I don't want to open all my presents at once." She smiled her so-sweet smile again.
I placed my right hand under her left knee and gently lifted, and she let me move it slightly, opening her legs enough for me to kiss her gently on her pussy. I didn't try to lick her, as much as I had found I loved to do this, but I just kissed her beautiful, private part once more, gently and lovingly. The scent of her freshly washed pussy was incredible.
Then, it occurred to me that twice now, I had made love to my sister, but I had never seen her breasts. I had been so excited by being able to explore and experience her lovely body, that I had overlooked them, even though I had admired them so many times in the past.
I decided to rectify that, and I moved along the bed, and undid the two buttons on her pyjama top, and placed my right hand up underneath the silky material, gently touching her left breast. I then kissed her left breast through her pyjama top, looked at her eyes, and then gently lifted her top. She sat up on the bed, with my hand still holding her pyjama top, and I lifted it over her shoulders. I put it on the bed and she lay back down. For the first time, I saw her fully naked, and I had to swallow before I could speak. I was, honestly, dazzled by the sight of her body like that. "Louise, I just don't know where to start," I said.
"You're doing very well so far, Wayne. You haven't put a foot wrong, but if you're asking for a hint, I kind of like having my boobs played with," she smiled. I had just put my hand on her left breast under her pyjama top, but faced with the sight of them, I could barely touch her there, I was so excited. I had checked them out so many times in the past, under her clothes, but now that I finally saw them in all their glory, I have to admit I was a little overwhelmed, which was odd considering what we had already done together. As I hesitated, Louise leaned forward, and with a pretend-serious face, she said, softly, "They're not booby-trapped," and then realising what she said, she giggled, shook her head and said, "I mean, they won't bite."
With her fair skin, Louise's breasts were creamy and pink-nippled. I put my hand on her left breast and ran the thumb over her nipple. Then, still fondling her left breast, I leaned down and put my mouth over her right nipple. It seemed to harden a little in my mouth, and I sucked gently, while Louise placed her right hand lightly behind my head, and held me like that, breathing deeply under me. Her voice had a waver in it as she said, "More of that instinct thing, Wayne?"
I released her nipple from my mouth, still fondling her left breast, and I looked at her and said, "I've got a confession to make." She looked me in the eye, eyebrows slightly raised, and I said, "I know you let me lick you and kiss you down there, and it was intimate and everything, but when I saw your boobs for the first time, I got butterflies."
She still had her hand on the back of my head, and she gently rubbed it, and said, "That's so sweet."
Then, she put her hand lower down on my back, and said, "Now, speaking of things that are sweet, I love it when a guy plays with my tits, and I could let you do that all night, but I think it's time for you to get up on this bed and let me make love to you, Wayne, because if I don't do it right now, I'm going to explode."
I tried to look pensive, which was difficult in the circumstances, and said, "Hmmm, messy. Hard to explain, too."
Louise moved over to make room, and I got on the bed next to her. She rolled over and straddled my legs, and started undoing my trousers without any preamble. She took them off, along with my underpants, and there was no doubt I was ready to continue. She bent down and kissed me on the head of my cock, and said, "I could show you some things I can do with this, but right now, I just want it inside me."
She moved up and mounted me, and I could feel she was very wet, as her pussy sank down on me. It felt so good, I had to swallow again before I could talk. "That went in pretty easily," I said, and she smiled, leaned down to kiss me, and then replied, "Now, I want you to just lie there and let me do the work. Don't hold back, just let yourself come. This is about you."
"You want to come too, don't you?" I said, a little puzzled.
She kissed me again as she moved her pelvis back and forth and said, "You and I can't be in love because of who we are, we both know that, Wayne, but this is an act of love. I think we can allow ourselves that."
I nodded.
"Just let me use my body to give you pleasure, Wayne". Her breathing was a little faster.
"If you feel yourself starting to come, don't hold onto it, just let it happen. Just ride it. I know you like to hold on, and girls love that in a guy, but this time I just want you to let yourself go," she said, becoming a little more breathless herself.
It was hard to keep myself from moving my own pelvis, but I did as she said, and tried not to fuck her back. I felt myself coming, and I rode, it just like she said. I'm not a person who normally moans during orgasm, but this time, I cried out. I couldn't help it, and my orgasm was different from any I had experienced. It was not as intense, and it came from a different place. I realised why people talk about loving with their heart, because it seemed to well up in the centre of my body, and not below the waist, and it just brought a moan from me that I could not hold inside.
After I had come, Louise slowed down her thrusting and then stopped. "Don't move," she said softly. She licked her lips to moisten them, and kissed me, then said, speaking softly, "Now that everything's, kind of relaxed down there, if I get into the right position," and she shuffled a little bit to do that, "I can put just the right amount of pressure on my clit, and finish myself off."
"Anything I can do to help?" I asked, still a little breathless myself.
"Just hold me. Hold me around my back to help keep me in place. Isn't that beautiful?" she said in a breathy whisper, "That, all you've got to do to help me come is just hold me tight?" She kissed me again, quicker this time, and said, " A lot of guys won't do what you're doing now. When it's over it's over, with them."
She was rocking back and forth, gently and with only short movements, and I was only half hard, but still inside her. She leant down and kissed me again, and with her breathing becoming faster, she turned her head slightly, and her lower lip began to quiver. Her face looked as though she was about to cry, and she said, simply, and with a longing in her voice, "Oh, Wayne, that's precious. I wish I could explain what it feels like, but I can't."
A shudder seemed to go through her, and she took two or three quick, sharp breaths, with that sublime look that could have been either pleasure or pain on her face, and it was over. No swearing, no crying out, no screaming, just the love between two people, channelled through my sister's beautiful body.
"I love you Wayne," she said softly, "I'm allowed to say that, because you're my brother. I can't be in love with you, but I can love you, Wayne, and I do."
I held her to me, still inside her, and I placed my right hand down on her bottom. What man wouldn't have wanted to hold that body against himself? What we were doing may have been wrong on many levels, but from my point of view at that moment, I was holding a beautiful woman in my arms, glowing with the aftertaste of sweet, sweet sexual union.
We lay there for an hour, and both dropped off to sleep for a short time. When we awoke, we spoke quietly, even though we were alone in the house, and there was no-one to hear but ourselves.
"I don't have to go to work tomorrow," Louise said, "They owe me a day off and I asked for it tomorrow."
"Got any plans?" I asked.
"I thought I might take you exploring," she answered.
"Where are going?" I asked, turning to look at her.
"Nowhere," she replied, "We can explore each other's body, right here. You won't need a compass. Just trust your instincts."
Soon sleep overtook us again, and we lay in the dark, two people who loved each other, but could never be in love.Morning came again, and for the second time, I woke up next to my sister, Louise, except this time we were in her bed and not mine. I looked at her, asleep beside me in her bed, as her chest rose and fell in her sleep, and then after a few moments, she also woke up.
We talked for a few minutes, and then she casually reached down, felt my morning erection, and she rolled over on top of me. However, the moment she pressed her soft mouth onto mine, the phone rang, and she jumped out of bed to answer it in the family room. It was Mrs Cairncross, her boss's wife, saying that one of the other girls had called in sick, and asking if Louise could come in on her scheduled day off. That meant that our day of mutual exploration, that Louise had proposed the previous night, had to be postponed, but Mrs Cairncross did say that if things were not too busy, she would let Louise finish early.
So, Louise and I had breakfast as normal, and she headed out the door for work, just like any other day. That left me at home on my own, so I tidied up, and went to visit a couple of friends for most of the day.
I had soccer training in the afternoon, and after training, I got a lift home with one of the guys in my team. When he dropped me off outside my house, I saw that Louise's car was already in the driveway, so Mrs Cairncross must have kept her promise. I was glowing from the physical workout I had just had, but very sweaty, when I walked in the back door, and I found Louise making coffee in the kitchen. She was wearing a short, sleeveless, cream coloured dress, with a pale pink pattern on it, and her hair was tied back in a ponytail, the way she wore it sometimes. The short skirt showed off her shapely legs and curvy figure, and it was cut just low enough in the front to show a little cleavage, but not too much, and with her hair tied back like that, she looked like a combination of sweet and sexy meets girl next door. We greeted each other in the kitchen and she said, "You look like you need a shower." I agreed with her and headed straight for the bathroom, where I wasted no time in stripping off, and jumping under the hot water.
After I had finished, and put on some fresh clothes, I went to the family room, where I found Louise sitting on the couch, watching the afternoon soap operas. "I don't know how you watch this stuff," I said, sitting down next to her on her left, and she said, "I don't know, either." They just suck you in sometimes."
She hit the mute button on the remote, shutting down the sound on the TV, and leaned a little closer to me. "You smell nice," she said, "straight from the shower."
I turned to her and sniffed, and said, "You smell nice too."
It was true; she did smell nice, like a mixture of her deodorant, sweet hair shampoo, and her own personal scent. "So," Louise said, turning to face me, "you got any plans for the rest of the afternoon?"
"No," I said, "nothing in particular."
She turned around on the couch, and swung her legs up and onto my lap, and leant back against the right arm of the couch to face me. "Well," she said with a smile, "we've got the whole house to ourselves, and all the time in the world. I wonder what sort ofmischiefwe can get up to."
I could see where this was leading, so I answered, "I'm sure we'll think of something, if we put our heads together."
Louise's short dress had ridden up when she put her legs across my lap, and I could see she had a pair of white cotton panties on underneath. "Are you looking up my skirt?" she asked.
A week ago, I would have denied it, but a lot had happened in the past two days. "Yes, I was," I said, looking her straight in the eyes.
"And what's so interesting up there?" she asked, playfully.
"I was looking at your pants," I said.
"My knickers," she replied, speaking like a person interrogating a child over some act of naughtiness, and being unsatisfied with the answers, "And what's so interesting about my underwear?"
"Dunno," I answered, "I was just looking."
"Is it my knickers," she asked, "or what's inside them?" still with that playful tone.
"Well, to tell you the truth," I answered, "it's more a matter of what's inside them."
"And what's inside them that's so interesting?' she asked, making eye contact, but still maintaining that playful tone.
I decided on the spur of the moment to use the word with maximum impact, and I said to her, "Your cunt."
Louise's eyes widened a little, and she looked genuinely surprised. "Wayne McAllister, how dare you talk about my private parts like that?" she asked, still playful, but with a sterner tone in her voice, "You've hurt my feelings now. You'll have to kiss me better."
"No problem there," I said, leaning forward to kiss her on the mouth, but she pulled back and said, "Not on my mouth. You've got to kiss the part of me you insulted."
She had a mischievous, challenging smile on her face.
"That's just as easy," I said, lifting her legs and swinging down between them. I pushed her skirt up a little higher, and I saw that her white cotton briefs had a yellow smiley face printed on the front. I put my face down near her pussy, and I breathed in gently, taking in the sexy scent through her panties. Then I gently kissed her on her panties, just about where I knew her clit would be, underneath the material. I held my face there for a moment, enjoying the scent. Then I looked up at her from between her legs.
"Not bad," she said, "but you're not kissing me, you're really kissing my knickers, aren't you?"
"I'll soon fix that," I said, eagerly, and I put my fingers into the waistband of her pants, and she lifted her bottom off the couch to let me pull them down. I slid them down her long legs, and took them off her, dropping them on the floor. I looked up at her face, and she was simply watching me, without speaking. I put my face back between her legs again, and I gently kissed her on her clit, this time without any cotton between my lips and her skin. I inhaled again, and then I turned and gently kissed her on the smooth, soft skin of her left inner thigh, feeling her pubic hair on my left cheek. I turned back to her pussy, and I gently moved her left leg a little wider to give myself better access to her, and I kissed her just underneath her clit. I held the kiss for a moment, and then I slipped my tongue in a little between her inner lips, tasting her, and feeling the excitement mounting inside me. Louise was already starting to get a little wet.
I turned my head a little, and I used the left side of my tongue to gently tease her clit, and I heard her take a deep breath. Looking up, I saw her with her eyes half closed, and then she gathered herself together, and said, "Wayne, I think I've been a little greedy."
I had no idea what she meant. I took my mouth away from her pussy, and I said, "What are you talking about?"
"I love it when you go down on me, and you seem to get better at it each time you do it," she said, "but I think I should have returned the favour by now."
"You don't have to do that," I answered.
"But I'd love to, Wayne," she said, "Girls like going down on guys as much as guys like to do it." Then she paused, and continued, with a smile, "Well, most of them anyway."
Naturally, I had never had my dick in a girl's mouth, but I was pretty happy with what I was doing, so I said, "If you want to."
"Of course I want to," she said, "Would you like to try it now?"
I looked at her pussy, and with a smile, she said, "Trust me, you can finish what you started, after I finish withyou."
I got out from between her legs, and she said, "Hop back up on the couch."
I sat back on the couch again, and Louise moved down and knelt on the floor between my legs. She unclipped the stud on my jeans, and then undid my fly, and I lifted my bottom to let her slide my jeans and underpants down, to expose my cock, which was standing up, rock hard. She smiled when she saw it, and put her right hand around it, gently rubbing the little bubble of precum with her thumb.