I kept experimenting over the conform to calendar week or so, having lots of sex, with both boys and girls, but picking my partners carefully. I knew how badly it could end, so I made sure I was in heraldic bearing of everything, and none of them made a move unless I knew about it. I think my intimate proficiency was improving with recitation, too, so they enjoyed it.
It still wasn't quite enough, though, so I would masturbate several times an evening, between getting home from school and going to bed. I think my buddy may suffer watched me once or twice, which was something to think about. He would give me unknown looks around the house, and I knew he was conflicted between lustful thoughts of my sexy body and knowing I am his sister. I gave him the odd prickteaser, but never quite made up my mind on whether to take up it further. I still had my pantie, crusted with his jizz, stored away in a drawer, after all. I tossed it around in my mind, and then one eve, when my parents were out, I just shrugged and went for it.
Passing his room, I thought I heard a flabby thunk-thunk-thunk, and it seemed pretty belike to me that he was jerking off. His bed is a bit rickety, and can persuade if a large weight is moving back and Forth on it, like a person. I wondered if he was thinking about me while touching himself, and the impulse to find out overpowered me. Without pausing to knock, I shoved the door open and strode purposefully in.
I was right. He scrambled to cover his legs and articulatio coxae with bedsheets, so that I really didn't see much of anything, but it was pretty clear what he had been at. Something flopped onto the base behind his bed too, out of my view.
"Rachel !"he roared with indignation."Get out ! !"
I ignored him, but walked round the bed to get the thing he had dropped. It was a powder magazine. He tried to reach down and snatch it away, but he could not go far without dislodging the sheets that protected what was left of his dignity, so I had the advantage.
"What's this ? A erotica mag ? Wow, you dirty boy. Mum and dad would go macabre if they knew you had this !"I strode away, well out of his reach, so he could only watch in despair as I leafed through the pages."Hmm, sexy daughter. What a loose woman ! She shouldn't be doing that to that guy."I kept up a running comment, enjoying his shame and overplus as only a sibling can.
Then I got to the page I was fairly sure he had been looking at when I interrupted him."Hey, this one looks a lilliputian like me. Same foresighted black tomentum, similar build, and ooh look. A trim pussy."I tossed the mag on his desk."You like that, don't you, Rick ? My hair ? My body ? My kitty ?"I ran my hands down my body as I said this, swaying my hip joint seductively.
"Shut up. I… I don't know what you mean. You're talking rubbish !"
"There's no point in trying to abnegate it, Ricky ; I have evidence. Sticky E. B. White evidence, all over a brace of my undies."
"You can't !"he blurted out."I always made sure to wash them after I…"he stopped himself when he realized what he was saying.
I hid my surprise. I had not told him about the form evidence I had produced. That meant he really had been jerking into my underwear. And more than than once, by the sound of it. Well, that meant I had everything I needed.
"It doesn't matter,"I said dismissively."You weren't measured enough, and now I have proof of your pervertedness. And people are gon na see it, unless you do exactly what I say. Got it ?"
He hesitated, so I pushed him."Got it ?"I repeated, with steel in my voice."Think how badly things can end for you."
He gulped, and nodded. I had him.
"Okay, scratch by removing those sheets. Yup, right out of the way. Nope, hands by your incline !"As I had thought, he had no trousers or underclothes on. His putz was semi-hard, but quickly wilting in the tense situation.
I laughed."Haha, you disgusting little shit."I did not think it was anywhere near as disgusting as I was saying, of course. I was well cognisant that it was pattern for him to wank, just as it was for me. Well, not quite as often as I did, but still. It served my role to sustain him well cowed, shameful and submissive."Now, get out of bed and digest up. No, no covering yourself ! Dignity is now a prerogative, and you ain't earned shit so far."
Standing in strawman of me, he was actually slightly the taller, despite being two long time untried than me. That would never do : with that variety of peak advantage, he might start to unconsciously gain confidence. I had a easily musical theme."On your hands and knees."
"What ?"
"You heard me. Get on your manus and knees before me. And don't question me again. You don't have many chances here, I already have half a mind to show everyone what a little freak you are. Your simply probability is to do everything I say, exactly when I say it."
That alarmed him. He knelt in front of me.
"Now crawl forward."He crawled."Stop !"
He was now in the heart of his bedchamber floor, at arm's length in front of me. I hunkered down, and ruffled his hair patronizingly."Don't vexation. If you do right, we can keep all this a secret, and you'll be good. Now, do not move a muscle unless and until I say so."
I stood up again, and walked slowly around him, kneeling there in nothing but a Lego t-shirt that was a little too small for his growing body. He was not bad really : fairly athletic, but no maven. nix to brag about, but no unsightly at large flab, or even very much by the way of acne. His penis dangled pathetically between his legs.
"well, we are going to have to do something about that,"I thought. It had not been truly clear in my idea until now which steering I was going with this, but the potential difference of the situation was too rich to hap up. First, though, he needed to be ready.
I strolled over to his data processor, looked for suited euphony - something slow and sultry - and hit Play. Then I went back, stood in front man of him again, and began to strip.
I'd never done a striptease before, but I knew the possibility, and I had seen a yoke of video. Since recent events had revealed my bisexuality, I had looked into and indulged all sort of tastes. For my first base time, I think I did pretty well. My hip joint swayed and rolled as my shirt came off, then my skirt, then my bra, and finally my undies. Each piece of music was discarded as I took it off, but I took note of where they went, for later collection.
With my panty in bridge player, I gave a final exam tease : I waved them in front of Ricky's font, giving him a good smell of my arousal. Because I was aroused, there was no uncertainty about that. I had timed it pretty well too, the song ending just as I settled on my bum, legs apart, juicy bald pussycat sass in champaign opinion to my wide-eyed brother.
From where I was, I could also see between his branch, down past his belly to between his wooden leg, that my dance had had the in demand effect : his dick was now fully extended and rock hard. I smirked."You didn't do as I say : you moved a muscle. Well, I suppose we can let that one slide, this time. Now, come closer."I crooked a digit, and he crawled forward until we were only inches apart.
I pushed down on the top of his top dog, forcing him into line with my fork."Lick."
He hesitated."I said lick ! And don't pretend you haven't done this in half your grisly fantasies. You'll enjoy finally getting at your sis'sweet twat. Now, lick !"
To be honest, he was a bit rubbish at cunnilinctus, lapping at my crotch as if he were cleaning a plate - and no incertitude tasting something worth the lapping up. My snatch had felt a few knife in the last few days, and while he was not the worst, he was far from the best. The racy sordidness of the situation to a greater extent than made up for it though, and my chest started heaving with the beginning chassis toward climax. Besides, a few words of house counselling, supported by my directing hands on either side of meat of his head soon had him hitting more of the in good order slur. He could be trained ! I had confidence that, with pattern and my precise feedback, he had become a fairly nice pussy-licker. The very fact that I was even thinking that way gave me a little illicit thrill when I realized it.
This time, though, with my viva voce masseur in my thralldom, a caprice caught me and I decided to take it a footfall further. Shifting slightly to rest more on my tailbone, I pressed down on the top of his head, pushing him away from my button, down across the perineum to my rumple pinko arsehole.
It was too much for him. With a lurch, he backed away a infantry or so."Eww, you want me to clobber you bum ? ! That's disgusting !"
"So is perving on your innocent small Sister while you wank yourself, but you don't appear to have had any problem with that. Now get to it, my sphincter is waiting."
That appeared to sting him, but he wasn't budging. I had to up the stakes."well, I suppose word will have to get out."I reached for my phone, which I had made sure to expend close at hired hand."Now, what's the gens of that young woman you like ? Diana, wasn't it ? I have her earpiece number right here…"
"NO ! OH God, no ! Please don't do that !"I carried on fiddling with my phone until I felt his tongue run right across my butt-hole, leaving a track of ardent spittle between my butt-cheeks.
In one signified, it did nothing for me. There are no g-spots on my bum, and he wasn't going trench enough otherwise. However, the flavour of it was like cipher I had ever experienced before, and that was tremendously exciting. His hot breath, his hot knife, the slickness of his spit, the way it cooled quickly between my pulled-apart cheeks every time he moved slightly away. As I pulled the back of his read/write head in, he could not assist probing a little rightfield into my sphincter muscle with his tongue… or could he ? Was he doing it deliberately ?
Either way, it was something unique. I mean, where in all the rest of your biography, do you get something alike to that ? Even full-on penetrating anal sex isn't quite the same thing. I once read that having a warm cascade is a eldritch experience to put humans through because there is nothing in the natural world, nothing in evolution, that is similar enough to get up us for it. Well, having a clapper slathering your arsehole, and occasionally just poking a little bit at the pucker is another one.
Besides, I was already riding the boundary from the tongue-lashing my pussy had gotten, so any kind of arousal was going to bring me close-fitting. A part of me wanted to hold on this wild, kinky drive going, but my need overtook me, my fingers went to my clitoris, and barely a couple of trace triggered that detonation of pleasance I craved.
It wasn't just pleasure that exploded from me either. Ever heard of female interjection ? Ever felt it ? I did then, and in a sentience, so did buddy Ricky, because he was on the receiving end. Clear liquid gushed from my kitty-cat, copious with musky foreplay. It coated his forehead and cheeks, dripping down his cervix, just a little thicker than water.
I pushed him back lightly, and he sat up on his haunches. His ventilation was heavy, just like mine. His careen hard node jutted upwards and forwards, drawing the eye. His hired man started to move, but the slightest narrowing of my heart halted him, and his munition returned to dangling placidly by his sides.
Finally, I stood up. I walked around him. Occasionally, a drip of pussy juice would slip from my folds, or from his chin, and soaking into his bedroom carpet.
"You did well,"I said finally. I kneeled behind him, and my small breasts pressed into his back."You deserve a bit of a reward,"I whispered, right into his ear. My aright deal reached round, and grabbed his shaft. He shuddered. Slowly, very slowly, I started moving my handwriting up and down.
"This is what you want, isn't it ?"I continued murmuring, my mouth brushing his ear."The feminine pinch on your engorged penis. Of trend, you want to fuck. All men want to sleep with. So do to the highest degree women. But that's not going to take place, or at least not yet, so the adjacent effective thing to a woman's vagina wrapped around you… wellspring, that's their oral cavity, but coming in one-third is their hand. Do you like that ?"I sped up slightly as he nodded.
"I bet you've dreamt of getting your lips at my juicy slit. Yeah, you've tongued my goofball in your mind while you jerked your putz just like I'm jerk now. And that's not all. You've imagined fucking me too, sticking your SOB right in between my flexure, deep, right into my schoolgirlish picayune womb. You've pounded your confection, sexy sister's pussycat, pounded it, pounded it, while the walls squeezed you like this."
I squeezed his manhood, hard but not too difficult, and continued, my voice never rising above a whisper."It's hot in there, hot and wet and begging for a man to thrust in and penetrate it. It wants to be wide of firmly man-meat, stretched. Your penis could fill my aching, gaping chasm. I would clamp down on you so hard when I came, pulsing on your rod. shtup me. Yeah, fuck me. Are you ready to add up ? Are you quick to take your Sister's vagina with your dessert, slick cum ? Then do it. Jizz for me. Spurt !"
And he did. Wow, he did. It blasted across the room, thickly white ropes of cum, flying through the air for a good six feet. He jerked, his body contorting, and a long, flash groan escaped his lips, as his jizz landed on the wall, the carpet, and the finish of it rolled down my knuckles.
I pulled away, and he collapsed to his handwriting and knees. As he gasped, I collected my clothing, wiping the seminal fluid off on my panties. I clipped my chick back on, and did up my shirt.
By the metre I was done, he was standing up."I've never orgasmed like that before,"he said, awe in his voice.
"well, maybe you will again, we'll have to see. It all depends how well-behaved you are."
Hope lit up his boyish face."What do I give birth to do ?"
"Oh, all sorts of things. For a start, get this place cleaned up. Then tomorrow…"I grabbed his cock again, and wiped the end with my wadded underclothes. Then I unravelled it and held it in front of his face. There were various slightly yellowed weaken plot of ground on the white-hot material now, and a match of remaining gobbets of goo."You are going to wear these. All day."
"What ? !"he cried in consternation, the post-orgasmic glow evaporating in an instant."But… but what if I have P.E. ? What if I have to transfer ? All the guy wire will see !"
"That's your trouble,"I said coldly. He didn't. I had sneaked a quickly coup d'oeil at his class timetable on the wall over his desk. He didn't need to know that, though."Aw, you thought this was over ? Silly little boy. It's not going to be over for a long time. Get used to doing whatever I say, permanently. Hey, if you do it right, I am sure we can make a new status you can be felicitous with. For a start, you get to have something that's been wrapped around my fathead, wrapped around your turncock all day tomorrow. Think of that. This smooth, piano cloth has been rubbing back and Forth River against my knavish congregation, soaking up my hot, marriageable girl-juices, and it's gon na be pressed against your knob. And if you get a bit… over-excited by that thought process, one or two more filth won't make lots difference…"
I turned to leave alone him with that thought, dropping the pantie on a locker next to his room access. Where they were in knit mountain to anyone coming down the corridor. I heard him rush to grab them and slam the doorway .