My Sister-N-Law Cums Ch. 2

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There I stood in the shower, washing off the evidence from my now flaccid cock, my mind a blur to what had just happened. Was I dreaming, or did my 19-year old sister in law just give me the best blowjob… handjob, what ever it was it was the best ever! When I think back to it, it wasn’t physically great, but being that it was the first time she held any manhood. Well, that made it great. Now, she and my wife are alone in the other room, cleaning up the dishes from dinner, acting as if every thing is normal. Will she tell my wife Maria? Will this hot latina hold this against me for money or favors? Sure, I really was not to blame. But whom will they believe? An innocent young virgin or a thirty year-old horndog? No bets please.

Feeling a bit nervous, I towel off, put on my robe and say my goodnights. They were nuking up some popcorn and getting ready for their usual video-snacks-gossip session. These sisters are so predictable. Until tonight anyway. I closed the bedroom door, turned on the radio and set the sleep mode for an hour of blues and jazz. Slowly, I faded.

I awoke about 3:30 in the morning, restless. I had been having numerous erotic dreams mixed with feelings of guilt. I walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water to cool myself. As I stood next to the sink sipping my H2O, my semi-erect penis jerked and I realized I probably should have put my shorts back on. I walked over to the guest bedroom. The door stood open about 8 or 9 inches. I peeked in to make sure Sylvia was asleep. There she lay; curled up on her side with a sheet covering her waist down and still wearing that same tank top she had worn earlier. A vision of innocence. I shook my head, finished my water, and vowed to put all those crazy thoughts away. It worked, I slept peacefully.

My wife is a morning person. She loves to wake up, have an orgasm and go to work. Me, well, I like coffee, shower, more coffee, brush my teeth and then lets boink. However, I never push a wet pussy away. This was one of those mornings. Maria sucked on my nipple ’til I popped one eye open. Then she proceeded to work her way down and sucked until my cock stood straight up in the air waiting to be mounted. Which is exactly what she did. Maria knows that my head is still a ball of fuzz until I have had my cup of bean juice and I rarely have an orgasm in our 6am sessions. However, she wanted one and was going to get it.

I heard a familiar buzz as she began to slide my member into her. I smiled, opened one eye and watched my hot little wife stroke her pink vibrating wand over her clit as she rode me. Her hips pounded hard and fast upon my groin, plunging my cock in her warm pussy deeper and deeper. Within minutes she shuddered, clinched her legs tight, gasped and fell on top of my chest. “Good morning to you too,” I whispered.

“Good morning my husband. I have a feeling it is going to be a great day!”

With that, she rolled off and disappeared into the bathroom. Even though I was not working today, I decided there was no way I could return to sleep after that. So, I got up, ground some coffee, and turned on the TV to check the news of the morning. The weatherman said it was going to be one of those typical California summer days. That meant that it was going to be a beautiful 80 degrees at the beach with valley temperatures reaching triple digits. I live in the valley. Well looks like another day in the pool. Just me, a good mystery novel, a big jug of ice water, and… my sister in law!

Around 7:30, my lovely wife exited the bathroom dressed and ready for work. I had poured her a glass of juice and toasted a muffin for her. She sat down and quickly finished off her breakfast and disappeared again to brush her teeth and spray on a mist of perfume. Usually about this time I would have turned the TV and turned on some music, but my stereo controls were in the same room as our sleeping guest. Instead, I tuned into MTV and began to clean up my coffeepot. Maria silently came up behind me and gave me a quick reach-around.

“I want some more of this tonight. So play nice with my sister today.”

What did she mean by that? I struggled for words. I wanted clarification. I needed clarification! Was she telling me to…? Did she know about…? My head was buzzing, but all I could say was, “Yea, of course.” She smiled and kissed me gently on the lips. “Did you two have a good time last night?” I asked. I needed to know if she was aware that her sister had held my cock in her mouth.

“Yea, it was fun. We started to watch a movie, but ended up just talking and talking.”

“Talking? What could you two talk about for three hours?”

“Girl stuff. Just never you mind. You know Sylvia really likes you and she has never liked any of my boyfriends. She said she wishes you had a younger brother. Poor girl. I wish we could help her find a nice guy. You know she is still a virgin, but I don’t think she wants to be anymore.”

“She will find someone. Maybe she needs to less picky? What about her last boyfriend? I thought she really liked him?”

“Like is one thing. Open up your legs for the Alanya Ukraynalı Escort first time, well that takes a bit more. I am glad she is picky. I wouldn’t want her to be some cheap ‘ho. She knows what she wants. I have a feeling she will get it. And soon. Shit, I have to go.”

In an instant she kissed me, grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. Within minutes the phone rang. “I love you. And remember what I said, be nice to my little sister.”

“I will, I will. I promise, we will do whatever she wants to do.”

“OK, but remember you ass is mine when I get home. I want to see you cum for me, all over my chest and face. Then I will lick you all clean. You like that don’t you?”

“Sounds good to me. I love you too. See ya’ tonight.” Was that a coincidence? Couldn’t be because I can’t recall ever doing that before with Maria. Yet, she described exactly what her sister did to me yesterday. I had a strange feeling that my wife was toying with me, but I just didn’t know. I decided to let go and just be myself and not to worry. What is done is done. Nothing I can change now. Today, Sylvia and I will go to the pool, have lunch, relax and everything will be normal. No problem. I walked down the hall to the bathroom and passed by the bedroom where Sylvia lay asleep. I peeked in. She was on her back, her tank top was twisted and one of her breasts was exposed. She had kicked her sheets off and revealed that she wore no panties to bed. Her legs were parted slightly, but I could not see her sex through her thick bushy pubic hair. It was obvious she had never trimmed her mound. Innocence. My dick began to harden. Problem.

I needed to get rid of this sexual desire. I am not the type of guy who can close his eyes and jack off. I need some extra visual stimulation. I thought about going back to her room and silently stroke myself and watch her sleep. But she is what I want to stop thinking about. I decided on a shower.

The shower could not remove her from my head. I stood under the water, still hard, still horny, and still confused. I finished washing and began to shave. I prefer to shave in the shower and do not stop with my face. Once a week I also like to shave my balls, my sphincter, and trim the pubes around my cock. I am not a fan of thick hair. I feel so much cleaner knowing that I don’t have a piece of shit hanging from a three inch ass pube, while I straddle my wife’s face in the 69 fashion. I know she appreciates it. Maria shaves too. She will shave her pussy for 2 or 3 weeks, until her monthly symptoms arrive, then goes natural until they disappear. Anyway, I finished my shower and shave and dried off. My erection was finally down. I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed for my bedroom.

I walked over to the bedside radio and turned to the local rock station. Next to the radio was Maria’s vibe coated with her dried juice. I grabbed it and returned to the bathroom to wash it off. I soaped up the pink gel toy and rinsed it without getting any water near the battery compartment. As I was finishing, the phone rang. I set down the toy and ran to get the phone before it woke up Sylvia. What is the one thing that really pisses you off? Running to get the phone and get a hang-up! “Fuck you!” I know they were already gone on the other end, but I liked to think they heard me and were so scared they will never do it again. That thought was soon cut short. Just as I began to walk back, the phone rang again. I jumped at the handset and quickly answered, “What?”

“Good morning sir. I am calling to inform you of a fantastic deal that you and only a handful of others have qualified for…”

“You know, I just got out of the shower and to be honest, I never sign up for anything over the phone. So, goodbye.” I hung up the phone and walked to the bathroom mumbling to myself. “Fuckin’ telemarketers. Disturbing my peaceful morning. Bullshit…” The bathroom door was closed. Sylvia was awake. She would surely find Maria’s vibe on the counter. What should I do? Nothing. She is an adult. An innocent, sheltered adult. I walked to my bedroom and proceeded to put on a pair of board shorts and sleeveless T-shirt. The shower came on. I checked the door to see if she had left it unlocked. Then I could reach in and grab… No, it was locked.

Sylvia came out of the bathroom about 25 minutes later and quickly stepped into her room. I had just finished making my bed and jumped around the corner and into the bathroom as quickly as she left. The toy, however, was not there. Sylvia startled me by poking her head out of from her room and asked if we were going to go to the pool today. “Yea, sure. It is supposed to be a hundred and something today.”

“OK, I will just put my suit on now then.”

A few minutes later, Sylvia comes out of her room with a simple two-piece suit. The top was a tankini style top, with the bottoms kind of like tight shorts. Innocence.

“Do you like this suit? Or does it make me look like a little kid?”

I could not lie to her. I told her it did make her look a bit younger, but she Alanya Üniversiteli Escort still looked very good in it. She said she wanted to get a bikini, but was a bit nervous. I asked her what she was nervous about. “You are a very attractive girl. You have nothing to be nervous or embarrassed about at all.” I could have gone on and on about how hot she was, but stopped myself. “Why don’t you try on one of Maria’s bikinis and see how you feel. You have to try before you decide it’s not for you right?”

She agreed. I showed her where Maria’s suits were and pointed out the full-length mirror on the back of the door. In the back of my mind, I hoped she was going to ask me to help her get into one. Reality, I exited and she shut the door. Forty-five minutes must have past before she finally opened the door and stuck her head out. “I don’t know about these,” she exclaimed. “I tried them all on, but things do not seem to fit right. This one is the closest, but even this one is… I don’t know.”

“Well let me see. You are probably just to hard on yourself.” She stepped around the corner in a pale yellow and light orange, sunray pattern bikini. The top was held in place with a string around the back and another up and around her neck. Sylvia’s breasts overflowed the small triangles of fabric that usually completely covers my wife’s smaller chest. The bottom of the suit clung perfectly to her young firm ass, with strings connecting the back to the front and the front… Well there is where we had a problem. Sylvia kept her hands in front of her hiding her embarrassment. “Wow you look great! What could possibly be wrong with this suit?”

“This.” Sylvia removed her hands from the front of her suit and revealed a mound of hair pushing out the front of the fabric making it look almost as if she was wearing a pad. Along the leg seams, numerous black pubes poked wildly out. “It looks gross! I can’t wear these types of suits, I told you. I am going to go change back.”

“Wait, why don’t you just cut them off?”

“No way. I don’t want any sharp objects down there. I could accidentally cut a big chunk of skin and bleed all over. I don’t think the make Band-Aids for that area.”

“It is not like that at all. You just go slow, use small scissors and snip-snip. Hell, don’t think I am weird, but I do it too. It is not even a big deal.” She reluctantly decided to try it. I put a towel on the floor, gave her a hand mirror and my small scissors. I instructed her that she could put the hand mirror on the floor if she wanted, and to use both hands to hold the hair and cut. She seemed nervous. Innocence. I closed the door behind me as I left.

Another 20 minutes had passed in silence, until she called my name. I tapped on the door and asked if I could come in. She said yes, but told me not to laugh. I opened the door and saw her standing towards me still in her bikini top, with one hand covering her naked sex and the other hand full of tissue lightly spotted with blood, held on her upper inner thigh. I started to chuckle. “It is not funny! I told you I would cut myself.”

“Let me see.” She removed her tissue hand to reveal a tiny little nick. “That is it? Come on that is nothing.” I grabbed a small cloth from the cupboard, wet on end with cool water and cleaned off the small cut. It had already stopped bleeding. “There now, the doctor has fixed it all better little girl.”

“Yea yea yea. I didn’t even get to finish.”

“Well you are all good now, so go ahead.”

“Yea right. I don’t trust myself. Do you think you could help? But you better not cut me too!”

“Alright.” I tried not to act as excited as I really was. My heart began to beat and my body grew hot as hell. I asked her to jump up on the counter. As she did as I instructed, she kept her hand over her pussy lips, blocking my view. I moved the towel over closer and wiped off the scissors. “You know, I will not be able to do this right if you keep your hand there?” With a sigh and slight hesitation, she removed her hand and rested it next to her. Damn she was hairy. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen a woman this hairy. High school. Yea, back then not too much trimming went on in the early 80’s. “Now just relax. I promise I will not hurt you.”

I began to pull the long strands of hair out and snipped them down as close to her skin as possible. I started from the top, gradually working my way down the sides. Within a few short minutes, all that was left was long curls surrounding her lips and down into her crack. With every snip, she let out a light sigh of nervousness. As I got closer to her lips I asked her to pull her legs up and put her feet on the counter. She did so, this time without question. For the first time, I was staring right into her sex. Her lips, tightly closed, but a small drop of clear liquid peeking out at the bottom of the tiny crevice.

I continued to slowly snip the pubes away. At this point, my dick was sticking straight out leeking it’s own fluid. I looked down to see if she could see it, but the way I was kneeling down, Alanya Vip Escort she could not tell. As I gently tugged at the hair growing from her lips, her folds parted slightly making that old familiar sticky sound. All this time we had not said a word. Her eyes were glued on the task. Her nervous sighs were replaced by quick, but soft breathing. I knew she was just as excited as I was and for the same reason – her first time with a man’s hands between her legs and they are mine! I finished the top and sides, leaving only the area between her two holes. I placed one hand on her pussy and pushed lightly upward to reveal her underworld. I felt her juices gushing out of her pussy covering the back of my hand with the warm wetness. Her breathing got a bit louder and heavier. I continued as if nothing was happening. I took my hand off and replaced a few times. Each time giving a little push on her lips and uncovering her clit. Every time she gasped, but never removing her eyes from what I was doing.

I had completed cutting her lower area and returned to brush off the loose hairs. I reached up and grabbed the wet cloth I had used before and wiped downward over her mound. It was beautiful. The hair was cut real short and you could see her skin showing through. Her lips were very visible now and seemed to be a bit puffy. “All finished,” I said as I looked up at her face. Her chest moved slightly as she breathed. I did not want to stop and decided to take it one step further. “You know Maria is shaven. You have gone this far without complaint, you want it all off?”

Sylvia looked down at her naked pussy, then back up to me. “Be careful, please.” She did not have to ask twice.

“Great. Well you jump in the shower, rinse off, then fill up the tub a little. I am going to grab another towel.” As I left, I heard the shower turn on, then off as the faucet replaced it filling the tub with warm water. I wondered to myself if I should be doing this. I quickly convinced myself that I have not touched her sexually and was just helping out. Of course, the 9-inch rod in my pants told the another story.

I returned to the bathroom with towel and gave a quick push down of my dick, hoping it would stay down close to my leg. I opened the glass door to the tub and found Sylvia standing in the pool of water completely drenched and without the rest of her bikini, but her arms folded in front of covering her naked breasts. “You didn’t have to take off your top if you feel uncomfortable.”

“I didn’t want to get it wet before I put in on again. Is that OK?”

“Sure.” Yea, no problem here. Except that my penis is going to burst out of my shorts. I grabbed a new razor and my wife’s shaving cream and started to climb in the tub.

“Aren’t you going to take off your shorts?”

I stopped in my tracks. “Well, um… I think I may have a bit more to hide than you do. I am not sure if…”

“I have already seen what you have to hide. Don’t tell me you forgot already?”

“Forgot? No. I just wanted to… I mean, I wasn’t planning on… I don’t want to upset you, I guess. You are a nice young girl and I am not young, not so nice and married to your sister.”

“Please, I think you are very nice. Don’t worry about the rest. Anyway, all you are doing is teaching me how shave. Right?”

“Yes, of course.” My lips said yes that was all I was doing, but I knew we were both fooling ourselves. Regardless, I pulled down my shorts and my erection popped straight out. I heard her let out her breath and watched a smile flow across her face as she stared at my cock. I stepped into the tub and asked to sit on the side rail and keep very still. With the wet cloth and soaked her pubic area with warm water, letting the cloth rub down her lips. Applying the slick gel, I prepared this young girl to look even younger. With one hand pulling her skin tight, fingers gently tugging her lips, brushing by her clit and ever increasing the excitement; the other hand sweeping over her delicate skin remove al evidence of puberty. Sylvia’s eyes split the focus between the task and my throbbing cock dipping in and out of the water.

After shaving away the last remaining stray strand, I cupped my hands into the water and splashed the warm liquid on her hot gushing hole. A huge loud breath escaped her lips and I knew she was ready to have a killer orgasm. I quickly reached for the sesame oil and thickly covered her entire pelvis with the slick lube. I used both hands to coat all the areas the felt the razor’s sharp blade. Her breathing was rapid and vocal. Her legs flexed and her stomach muscles tightened. My fingers roll over the folds of her lips and discover her juices to be more slippery and on fire. As I parted her lips slightly, a small nub poked out looking for attention. I used my right thumb to gently circle her clit, while the fingers on my left hand applied the oil down her lips and sweep towards her ass. That was it. She exploded. Her back arched, head back, inhaling a deep breath and holding it as her entire body shook with tremors. I seemed to last for several minutes with numerous after shocks. I let go of her sex and flexed my fist around my twitching rod. Without hesitation, I stroked 5 or 6 long strokes and shot a huge load covering her tits down to her pussy. As she regained her senses, she slid off the rail and sat in the tub water. First her eyes went to my cock still in hand and dripping cum.

Far Way Places

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She stands quiet and naked in the corner. Not moving, barely breathing, the music has taken her to far away places. Something about it reaches her core and transports her far beyond anywhere she has been. Her eyes are closed; the sunlight forms a halo around her hair. She is so beautiful.

He takes her into his arms and she melts against him. He stands with her for a long time. Their bodies fit perfectly. He breathes her in, her smell, her peacefulness, her womaness. All that she can be, she is at this moment.

She rises up slowly to his lips. With a tenderness that takes his breath, she barely touches her lips to his. Their tongues gently circle and he knows that she is here with him now.

Still with eyes closed, she begins moving down his naked body. Her hands feeling every inch of him, the touch is the most important part of this play. She feels the muscles of his back, the slope of his ass, the firmness of his thighs. As she moves lower, his cock slides up her belly, between her Alanya Sarışın Escort breasts, under her chin, to her mouth. Her tongue finds the head, and a low moan finds its way up from the deepest parts of her, everything about his body is a thrill.

Sucking him slow she feels the tingles that start inside her thighs and work their way straight to her pussy. She needs him. Her desire is all consuming. Faster she begins sucking, her hands finding his balls, and then moving to his ass so that she can push him deep in her mouth. She can’t get enough of him, he can’t get far enough in to suit her, she could eat him alive, swallow him whole.

He stands tall above her, his eyes full of lust and love. She is sucking hard and deep and though he tries so hard to remain calm, his hips begin rocking back and forth. Deeper and deeper he is plunging, fucking her face with maddening alarm. His body is pulsating, his ears are deaf now and he can no longer see, grunting, moaning, Alanya Şişman Escort he is slamming into her. His breath is coming in hitches and his head is spinning. Slamming her violently he cums, deep within her throat, she takes it all, begs for more.

Her face is no longer peaceful, but full of heat, she begins biting his thighs, the floor is slick with her cum, she moves to his knees, his calves, down to his feet, biting, sucking, moaning with desire.

Reaching down he takes her by the arms and forces her to stand. He smashes her against the wall, kissing her deep. She is still burning with desire and her mouth is hard, her kisses sharp. He moves quickly to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave bruises. He takes her breasts in his hands, her nipples in his pinching fingers. His beard is rough and it makes her feel alive. She has her hands on both sides of his head, guiding his mouth to where she needs it most.

Down her belly, to her pussy he Alanya Sınırsız Escort moves, fast, hard, she spreads her legs as his tongue breaks through to reach her clit. Oh god, she says aloud, as he slides his finger inside of her. His tongue is moving back and forth, up and down, fast across her clit, his beard scratching her raw, still she can’t get enough. She is moving up and down, moaning, her legs are quivering, she is going to fall.

He guides her to the floor, spreading her legs wide as he does. He slides his face along her thighs and she yells out in passion. Without saying a word he mounts her and jams his rock hard cock into her. OH GOD, she is yelling, Oh God, Oh God, he is pounding her wet pussy as hard as he pounded her face, her hands working his back, her mouth moving from his face to his neck and back again, nibbles, bites, kisses. His hands squeezing her breasts, “Oh god please don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop”. Her passion is so high, she can’t breath she has no control as she cums over and over and over. Her hands beating his back, squeezing his ass, she is biting his shoulder, He is bucking wildly, deeply, thrusting back and forth the full size of his dick, and again he looses sight, sound and with one last deep thrust he joins her as she lets loose again her creamy circumstance.

My Sister’s Desperation Ch. 02

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*I struggled with whether to put this series in “Fetish” or “Incest/Taboo,” and after some feedback on Ch. 01 have decided to stick with incest, but give you all a heads up:

This story contains strong fetish content, particularly pertaining to watersports, golden-showers, and desperation. I realize this is not for everyone, so if this does not align with your tastes, you may want to look elsewhere.

For those who stick around, I hope you enjoy the story!

Thanks for reading.*

*****

Kelly’s door was open when I arrived, but I still knocked before entering. She told me to come in meekly, and still flat. I was shaking, worried what she would say, what she would do.

As I passed the threshold I saw Kelly standing by her bed, still wearing her soiled bikini, which was still damp, bearing witness to what had just happened. Why was she still wearing it?

“Hi,” she muttered, but with a sympathetic half smile that started to put me at ease.

“Hi.”

And then we stood. I couldn’t take another step. I was frozen just past her door, and she remained by her bed. There was silence. My mind raced trying to find something to say, but I just couldn’t continue the conversation, I was lost. For a while it seemed like Kelly was too.

She stood biting her lip for several painstaking moments before she broke the silence.

“I’m sorry,” she finally managed to utter.

Her response took be aback. She was sorry? She was basically assaulted by her brother and she was sorry? I felt like shit and suddenly wanted to talk.

Still, a confused “What?” was all I was able to manage at first.

Kelly began to speak but hesitated, apparently not knowing what to say. There was more silence until Kelly broke it once more.

“Andrew what was that? I’m sorry I freaked out, but I just don’t really know what happened and I’m embarrassed, and freaked out, and I just had to go, to think. But we need to talk.”

“Kelly, we do. I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened, I lost control, and I’m so sorry.”

I took a step into the room.

“You lost control? Andrew, we basically just dry humped each other. I peed on you. I fucking peed on you.”

Did Kelly just say we dry humped each other? Did she just admit that she actively participated in whatever just happened? My heart pounded in my ears, but it was not the time to jump to conclusions, so I responded carefully.

“Yeah, but it was my fault.”

“Andrew, that’s not what I wanted this conversation to be like. I don’t care who did what. I’m just really confused and hoped we could figure shit out.”

I took another step into the room, though Kelly still remained a distance from me. I nodded at her with a half smile, as my anxiety shifted from fear to anticipation.

Kelly continued, “because, Andrew, I peed on you, and you kinda seemed to enjoy it… a lot.”

This sentence made me feel ashamed again, and I looked towards my feet as kelly continued.

“And I just. I guess. I wanted to see if that was actually the case or if I’m just completely crazy. Because if this is a one sided thing. I..I don’t know. I…”

Finally a few words came to me, and I responded, “One sided thing? Kelly, what do you mean by that?”

“Well, that’s why I’m confused. I mean, what happened…when I, lost it,” she hesitated, “I..I mean, it felt really good-too good-in a way that it shouldn’t. And in the moment, I kind of went with it because it felt so good-I really lost control-and it seemed like I wasn’t the only one, but you’re my brother you know? And the whole this just got weird…Please talk to me, Andrew, I don’t know what I’m saying here.”

Kelly suddenly looked on the verge of tears. I sighed and closed the gap between us, walking towards her by the bed.

“Kelly. You were definitely, definitely, not the only one,” and I decided it was time to come clean. I sighed deeply, and then laid it all on the table.

I told Kelly about two days ago, about peeing in the pool and how it made me feel. I told her how confused it made me and I waited for her response. She didn’t say anything, but she smiled, widely and warmly.

“Aren’t you weirded out?” I asked.

“Listen, okay,” she responded with a chuckle, “after what happened, I don’t think anything will weird me out. Besides, I’m just glad to hear I’m not crazy. That actually makes me feel a lot better.”

I smiled at her, but only a half smile. I had to come completely clean, “yeah, but that’s not all. It really was my fault…I sort of planned the whole thing…well not the whole thing…but I wanted to make you pee, and I feel like I manipulated you into the situation. Had it not been for me, we wouldn’t be here.”

“Oh.”

She responded tersely, then sat for a moment in contemplation.

“I wondered why you kept feeding me beers, haha. I thought you were just trying to get me buzzed or something…”

Her laugh was genuine and she did not seem upset.

“So you’re not mad?”

“I mean, I do kind of wish that if that kind Alanya Olgun Escort of situation were to happen I were in the know…but no. I’m not mad. And it wasn’t entirely your fault. I very consciously made the choice to straddle you…”

She laughed.

A weight lifted off my conscience and I think it showed on my face. Kelly mirrored my expression, but there were still more questions.

“So what do we do now?”

“…well,” Kelly’s tone changed, “That’s also why I called you up here.”

It was a very leading statement, but I’m one for clarity so I asked her what she meant.

“Well,” she continued almost seductively, “I have some thoughts…and as of today, I figure I should talk with you about them…I’m still really confused, because you’re my brother. I mean the pee thing is whatever, sexuality is weird and I don’t really care what gets me off, so long as it does…but you’re family, and everything in my mind, everything I’ve been told says that’s not okay. But that felt too good today to not be okay…and at least for me, I think I want to explore it until it does.”

She paused for a moment, and added an addendum, “Besides, who else am I going to find who’s into the whole pee thing?” Then she smiled, waiting for a reply.

“You want to explore this?”

“Yeah.” She almost whispered in response, taking a step towards me.

My cock began to stir in my drying swimsuit. Kelly looked down at it, gnawing at her bottom lip. My heart raced with a whole new kind of anticipation.

I smiled at her, and she smiled at me, and then my cock took over.

My hands moved to Kelly’s hips, and I held her slender form in an openly affectionate way for the first time. She swayed into my grasp.

“You’re still wearing your swimsuit.”

“Yeah. It’s still wet.” Kelly responded in the sexiest tone-a tone that sent shivers down to my cock.

I took a breath, heart pulsing, and glanced down at my sister’s soaked crotch, indicating my desires with my eyes, “may I?”

Kelly smiled, biting her lip with anticipation, and nodded “yes.”

I dropped down, sliding my hands along the length of her legs until I was on my knees and level with Kelly’s crotch. I looked up at her, looking down at me, clearly nervous, but smiling and waiting for me to make the move. So I did.

I leaned in and pressed my face into the damp fabric. As my nose pressed into my sister’s mound I felt the coldness of the drying suit, and then the warmth of her heat, which radiated through the piss.

Her core was firm, but yielding, and I longed to feel the softness of the skin underneath. Kelly gasped a shaky breath at the contact and pursed her hips forward into me. I inhaled. The scent of piss flooded my nostrils.

Again, it was so new and so strange, I’m not sure if it were anyone else if it would have the same effect, but Kelly’s fluid was like a drug. The carnal scent drove me wild and I pressed my face against her soiled swimsuit.

I looked up at Kelly who, besides the sound of her long breaths, had gone silent. She looked lost in bliss, longing for more. I kissed her mound lightly. And then slid down, craning my neck so that my nose nestled between her fabric covered lips.

Kelly sounded a soft moan and fell back against her bedside table. I followed her to this new position with my face buried in her crotch.

She remained standing, sort of, with her ass resting on the edge of the table, but her legs were spread slightly and her hips angled forward, allowing me full access to her sex, which I happily indulged in.

I inhaled yet again, trying and failing to sate my new addiction. I could not get enough. But here, at Kelly’s core, the scent of piss was not the only intoxicant. The crotch of her swimsuit was wetter than the front.

Some of it was clearly pee, remnants from Kelly’s desperation, but there was something else, something slick and filmy soaking through the already wet fabric. Kelly was wet in more ways than one, and as I inhaled I could smell this new scent of her arousal.

It was very distinct from the pee. It was the scent of sex-the smell of pussy-the essence of Kelly. And when it mixed with her other carnal secretion in my nose I was overwhelmed with pleasure and desire.

I lost my endurance and dove into Kelly’s pussy with force. I had to have more. Kelly moaned and shook as I pressed my face hard into her slit, devouring her scent and her taste. As my tongue lapped across the damp fabric I tasted her for the first time.

The cocktail of Kelly-salty bitter piss and tangy electric pussy, so sexual, so uniquely Kelly-was enough to cause a lapse in my sanity. I let out an audible moan. I couldn’t help it. Kelly matched me with her pleasure sounds.

Her moans were emphatic and loud, sounding every time my tongue ran the length of her crotch. She shook pressing her pelvis into me, trying to increase the pressure. The lamp on the table knocked against the wall with her rhythm. It still wasn’t enough.

Kelly Alanya Otele Gelen Escort leaned against the table on her right arm, and she brought her left to my head, pulling me harder into her pussy, holding me against her as she fought for more pleasure.

Meanwhile, she had gotten wetter. My face was already soaked and reeked of her sex, but I could feel her arousal increase. Her swimsuit slid over this new slick fluid and some of it seeped through. I wanted more.

While I lapped her pussy I began to suck, drawing out Kelly’s grool and piss from the absorbent material. I moaned again as it filled my mouth. The taste of my sister’s piss, the taste of her pussy, was leading me to heights of pleasure and longing that I did not know existed.

As she moaned with my head held firmly between her legs, I felt ecstatic and high, but I had not cum yet. It seemed as Kelly was feeling the same.

“Andrew,” she breathed between moans, “Andrew…I need to pee again. Do-do you want me to? …Can I?”

I did not remove my mouth from her groin. My response was a muffled “mhm,” but it was all Kelly needed. Within moments, I could feel her pelvis tensing in a different kind of way. I could hear her effort to squeeze between her moans, and her pussy clenched beneath the bathing suit.

A dribble of piss bubbled through the suit and directly to my tongue. It was steaming in my mouth, salty and bitter but sweet too, in a primal sort of way. My ecstasy soared.

I planted my mouth on her pussy and waited for more.

Kelly continued to squeeze, and she managed another dribble. And then another. And then it came. Kelly erupted into my mouth. I felt her pussy clench and then a flood of hot liquid poured into my maw, taking over my senses.

All the while, Kelly humped against me, driving herself into my face, moaning and moaning, getting ready to break.

I swallowed her piss, feeling Kelly’s warmth go down my throat, one gulp, then another as her stream replenished my mouth. And then I let it spill over, dripping into a puddle beneath us. I swirled my face against her cooch, bathing in her release.

As I did, Kelly screamed. I’d call it a moan, but it was louder than that, and much more intense. It was a primal scream. She humped me furiously, even as she continued to piss, reaching the height of an orgasm.

Her stream also peaked during this time as she clenched uncontrollably. High pressure piss filled my mouth and spilled down my chest, soaking me.

And then it ran back to a dribble, and I felt her pussy contract as she squeezed out the last few drops of precious fluid. Coming down, she shuddered periodically, refusing to relinquish me from her grasp.

Her hand was interlaced in my hair, still holding me tightly against her. I took the time to savor the last few drops, sucking at the newly wet fabric and my sister’s pussy.

Finally, she released me with an exasperated gasp. I reluctantly removed myself from her pussy, looking up to her flushed face.

“Oh my god…I have never, never, cummed so hard in my life. Never.”

She looked down at me and giggled, obviously at my ridiculous appearance.

“Andrew you’re soaked.”

I laughed and looked at her, and the mess that she had made. She laughed too.

“Fuck. That was so hot.”

Indeed it was. Too hot. And I had yet to have my release. My cock throbbed in my suit, aching for its chance to cum.

I kissed Kelly’s mound once more, looking up at her with a deep sense of longing. I wanted more, and so did she.

“Come here,” she said, lifting me up from my kneeling position, until I was face to face with her, inches away, staring into her beautiful brown eyes. “You smell like pussy and piss,” she giggled once more.

And then she licked me, tasting herself on my face. It was cute and flirtatious-and oh so sexy. She contemplated her flavour for a moment, before draping her arms on my shoulders, and leaning in for a kiss.

When her lips met mine I was made aware of another perfect attribute to her figure. Soft, plump, and gentle lips caressed my mouth, before a more vigorous and passionate movement took over. Then her tongue passed into my mouth.

I felt the breath from her nose and the sense of her kiss, and I needed her. I held her waist, softly, but steadily, pulling her against me in a very loving, but passionate embrace. A quiet moan passed from her mouth to mine. I loved my sister.

The sensation of her body against mine, her soft skin caressing mine as our torsos joined was perfect, and so was her kiss. I held her closely for a moment before I let my hands wander.

My left hand dropped, lightly drifting over the subtle curves of her back before breaking over the lip of her bikini bottoms. With increased pressure, I cupped her ass, her perfect, petite, but round ass.

Her cheek filled my palm, soft but toned and perfect. Kelly moaned into my mouth. She had also let her hands wander. I felt her trace the length of my torso Alanya Rus Escort and then grasp the prominence of my cock in one swift motion.

I shuddered at her touch. She cupped my cock briefly, smiling through a kiss before stroking lightly up the length. I grabbed firmly onto her ass and enjoyed her motions. But then she stopped.

I broke from our kiss and looked at her with an expression of pure longing. She looked down. Her other hand dropped from my shoulder and then she undid the tie of my suit before allowing it to drop to the floor.

As she worked it over my bulge, my cock sprung and pointed to the sky. Kelly’s mouth fell open. Her face filled with desire.

Kelly eagerly grabbed back onto my cock. Looking down, the sight was exceptional. Kelly’s soft hand gracefully slid over the ridges of my stone member, which stood aimed at her soaking sexy bikini covered pussy.

I moaned as she stroked me, until she silenced me with another kiss. Her mouth had become ravenous at the sight of my sex and her tongue explored mine with furious determination.

I was close to cumming so close to cumming, and Kelly could tell. She removed herself from me and grabbed me by the hips. She spread her legs and fell back against the bedside table. As I fell with her she aligned my naked prick with her sopping cameltoe.

Then I was on top of her. Our kissing continued, but it was interrupted by breathing that was shaky and uncontrolled.

Instinctively, we both began to thrust, to hump. My cock slid along the length of Kelly’s cunt. Her swimsuit was soaked and my cock moved easily over it. Her room filled with the sound of our pleasure, heavy breathing and the sticky slick sound of Kelly’s cum and piss covered bathing suit gliding over her soaking pussy with each thrust we made.

It was an incredible scene and the sensation was likewise incredible. Within moments of starting this new action Kelly and I were both unable to maintain our mouths’ embrace. Our mutual proximity to orgasm was ticking away as I mock fucked her against the bedside table.

The room was filled with the scents of sex and piss, and that is what pushed me over the edge. The completion of a multisensory experience was too much for me and I pressed against Kelly’s lips and began to cum.

This final push had driven her over the edge too and she shook, screaming once more into the room.

I leaned back in rapture, maintaining contact only with her pelvis as I came. I exploded onto her torso, shooting ropes of cum from her pelvis to her tits, and then pouring more on her fabric covered crotch.

Another fluid drenched her already soaked bottoms in the most beautiful and sexy mess I had ever seen.

Her already lubricated bottoms became even more slick with the addition of my cum and I slid down her length a few more strokes while we both came down from our high.

I clenched out the last few drops of my release and Kelly shook the last few quakes of hers and we kissed once more before returning to reality.

We had made a mess.

Kelly stood leaning with her legs still spread, covered in a mixture of all our fluids. I stood naked covered in the same. Below us a pool of piss sat on the wood floor. The only thing to do was to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation through our still shaky breath.

“We should shower,” Kelly said finally, still chuckling.

“Mhm.”

“We’ll use mine since it’s attached to my room. If you want to go start the water, I’ll grab some towels for this,” Kelly said as she motioned towards the floor.

I laughed and we broke, me to the shower and her to the closet. I didn’t bother to re-clothe, I almost skipped to the bathroom dangling my soaked bottoms from my finger.

After a few minutes, Kelly joined me. She walked towards me and we embraced with a kiss. Her hand stroked my once-softening cock as we waited for the water to warm.

As we separated, Kelly began to untie her top.

I told her I’d help, and knelt down to remove her bottoms. Kelly stopped and stood nervously. She didn’t have to say anything. I was nervous too. Regardless of whatever perverted acts we just performed, somehow being naked together, completely naked, was a new and bigger step.

I hadn’t seen Kelly naked since we were kids, and the thought of stripping her down now gave me butterflies. I felt like I was losing my virginity, and I could tell she did too.

She looked down at me, quiet, with an expression of anticipation-she wanted me to do it, but was nervous, filled with expectations, waiting for reality.

I moved slowly, lovingly. I grabbed her hips and the fabric of her suit, and pulled. I could almost feel kelly’s heart pound as I did.

We both got quietly more excited with each fraction of an inch I pulled her bottoms down. Half way down her pelvis a thin dark patch of fur revealed itself from above the fabric. Kelly had a landing strip, short, trimmed, and perfectly maintained.

And below that her slit emerged. A perfect softly defined line indicated the cleft of her pussy. It was framed by two even softer lips, perfectly bald and glistening.

We had really made a mess in the other room. Kelly’s sex glistened with cum and piss. It was exquisite. At this point I let the bottoms drop to the floor and Kelly stepped out of them.