I kept experimenting over the following week or so, having lots of sex, with both son and girls, but picking my spouse carefully. I knew how badly it could end, so I made sure as shooting I was in charge of everything, and none of them made a move unless I knew about it. I think my intimate proficiency was improving with practice, too, so they enjoyed it.
It still wasn't quite enough, though, so I would masturbate several meter an evening, between getting home from school and going to bed. I think my blood brother may get watched me once or twice, which was something to think about. He would consecrate me strange looks around the house, and I knew he was conflicted between lustful opinion of my sexy body and knowing I am his Sister. I gave him the odd ribbing, but never quite made up my creative thinker on whether to take it further. I still had my panty, crusted with his jizz, stored away in a drawer, after all. I tossed it around in my mind, and then one evening, when my parents were out, I just shrugged and went for it.
Passing his room, I thought I heard a soft thunk-thunk-thunk, and it seemed pretty likely to me that he was jerking off. His bed is a bit rickety, and can sway if a large weighting is moving back and Forth on it, like a person. I wondered if he was thinking about me while touching himself, and the nervous impulse to notice out overpowered me. Without pausing to knock, I shoved the door unresolved and strode purposefully in.
I was right. He scrambled to cover his legs and hips with bedsheets, so that I really didn't see practically of anything, but it was pretty acquit what he had been at. Something flopped onto the level behind his bed too, out of my view.
"Rachel !"he roared with outrage."Get out ! !"
I ignored him, but walked round the bed to get the thing he had dropped. It was a magazine. He tried to arrive at down and snatch it away, but he could not displace far without dislodging the sheets that protected what was left of his dignity, so I had the advantage.
"What's this ? A porno mag ? Wow, you dirty boy. Mum and dad would go sick 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 page."Hmm, sexy girls. What a slut ! She shouldn't be doing that to that guy."I kept up a running play commentary, enjoying his shame and embarrassment as only a sibling can.
Then I got to the pages I was fairly sure he had been looking at when I interrupted him."Hey, this one looks a short like me. Same long nigrify hair, interchangeable build, and ooh look. A knock off pussy."I tossed the mag on his desk."You like that, don't you, Rick ? My hair ? My body ? My pussy ?"I ran my hired man down my consistence as I said this, swaying my rose hip seductively.
"Shut up. I… I don't know what you mean. You're talking rubbish !"
"There's no head in trying to abnegate it, Ricky ; I have evidence. Sticky white evidence, all over a duad of my undies."
"You can't !"he blurted out."I always made sure to wash away them after I…"he stopped himself when he realized what he was saying.
I hid my surprisal. I had not told him about the contrive evidence I had produced. That meant he really had been jerking into my underclothes. And more than once, by the sound of it. wellspring, that meant I had everything I needed.
"It doesn't matter,"I said dismissively."You weren't careful 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 blade in my spokesperson."Think how badly things can end for you."
He gulped, and nodded. I had him.
"Okay, beginning by removing those plane. Yup, right out of the way. Nope, manpower by your sides !"As I had thought, he had no trousers or underclothes on. His dick was semi-hard, but quickly wilting in the tense situation.
I laughed."Haha, you disgusting minuscule shit."I did not call back it was anywhere near as disgusting as I was saying, of track. I was well aware that it was normal for him to jerk off, just as it was for me. well, not quite as often as I did, but still. It served my purposes to have him well cowed, shameful and submissive."Now, get out of bed and stand up. No, no covering yourself ! Dignity is now a exclusive right, and you ain't earned shit so far."
Standing in strawman of me, he was actually slightly the taller, despite being two class younger than me. That would never do : with that sort of height advantage, he might start up to unconsciously advance confidence. I had a better estimation."On your hands and knees."
"What ?"
"You heard me. Get on your hands and knee before me. And don't question me again. You don't have many chances here, I already have half a mind to depict everyone what a little freak you are. Your exclusively chance is to do everything I say, exactly when I say it."
That alarmed him. He knelt in straw man of me.
"Now crawl forward."He crawled."Stop !"
He was now in the middle of his bedchamber floor, at arm's length in battlefront of me. I hunkered down, and ruffled his hair patronizingly."Don't concern. If you do right, we can keep all this a secret, and you'll be safe. Now, do not move a muscular tissue unless and until I say so."
I stood up again, and walked slowly around him, kneeling there in nothing but a Lego tee shirt that was a lilliputian too small-scale for his growing consistence. He was not bad really : fairly athletic, but no star. Nothing to brag about, but no unsightly loose flab, or even much by the way of acne. His phallus dangled pathetically between his legs.
"Well, we are going to consume to do something about that,"I thought. It had not been truly clear in my brain until now which direction I was going with this, but the potential of the situation was too plentiful to snuff it up. First, though, he needed to be ready.
I strolled over to his computer, looked for suitable music - something slow and sultry - and hit Play. Then I went back, stood in battlefront of him again, and began to strip.
I'd never done a striptease before, but I knew the possibility, and I had seen a pair of videos. Since recent events had revealed my bisexuality, I had looked into and indulged all kind of taste. For my first fourth dimension, I think I did pretty well. My pelvis swayed and rolled as my shirt came off, then my skirt, then my bra, and finally my undies. Each piece was discarded as I took it off, but I took bill of where they went, for later collection.
With my panty in mitt, I gave a final tease : I waved them in front of Ricky's expression, giving him a good smell of my arousal. Because I was aroused, there was no doubt about that. I had timed it pretty well too, the song ending just as I settled on my bum, leg apart, juicy bald pussy lips in plain eyeshot to my wide-eyed brother.
From where I was, I could also see between his arms, down past his venter to between his ramification, that my dance had had the desired effect : his tool was now fully extended and rock hard. I smirked."You didn't do as I say : you moved a brawniness. Well, I suppose we can let that one slide, this time. Now, total closer."I crooked a finger, and he crawled forward until we were only edge apart.
I pushed down on the top of his head, forcing him into stock with my genitals."Lick."
He hesitated."I said clout ! And don't make-believe you haven't done this in half your sick phantasy. You'll enjoy finally getting at your sis'sweet twat. Now, biff !"
To be honest, he was a bit rubbish at cunnilingus, lapping at my crotch as if he were cleaning a dental plate - and no incertitude tasting something worth the lapping up. My cunt had felt a few tongues in the last few days, and while he was not the risky, he was far from the salutary. The racy squalidness of the spot more than made up for it though, and my breast started heaving with the beginning progress toward climax. Besides, a few words of house guidance, supported by my directing hands on either English of his school principal soon had him hitting to a greater extent of the right spots. He could be trained ! I had confidence that, with practice and my precise feedback, he had become a fairly in good order 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 oral masseur in my thrall, a whim caught me and I decided to withdraw it a step further. Shifting slightly to rest Thomas More on my tailbone, I pressed down on the top of his forefront, pushing him away from my clitoris, down across the perineum to my puckered pinko arsehole.
It was too much for him. With a stumble, he backed away a foot or so."Eww, you want me to figure out you bum ? ! That's disgusting !"
"So is perving on your innocent piddling 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 own to get out."I reached for my telephone, which I had made sure to drop close at hand."Now, what's the name of that girl you like ? Diana, wasn't it ? I have her phone number veracious 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 trail of affectionate spit between my butt-cheeks.
In one sense, it did zilch for me. There are no g-spots on my bum, and he wasn't going deep enough otherwise. However, the feel of it was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and that was tremendously exciting. His hot breath, his hot tongue, the skullduggery of his saliva, the way it cooled quickly between my pulled-apart impertinence every time he moved slightly away. As I pulled the back of his head in, he could not serve probing a little right into my sphincter with his tongue… or could he ? Was he doing it deliberately ?
Either way, it was something unique. I mean, where in all the ease of your lifetime, do you get something similar to that ? Even full-on acute anal sex isn't quite the same thing. I once read that having a strong shower is a weird experience to put mankind through because there is nothing in the rude world, nothing in evolution, that is exchangeable enough to prepare us for it. Well, having a tongue slathering your bunghole, and occasionally just poking a little bit at the pucker is another one.
Besides, I was already riding the border from the tongue-lashing my puss had gotten, so any kind of stimulus was going to get me closer. A part of me wanted to keep this wild, kinky drive going, but my need overtook me, my fingers went to my clitoris, and barely a couple of touches triggered that explosion of pleasure I craved.
It wasn't just pleasure that exploded from me either. Ever heard of distaff ejaculation ? Ever felt it ? I did then, and in a sentience, so did crony Ricky, because he was on the invite end. Clear liquid gushed from my pussy, rich with musky arousal. It coated his forehead and face, dripping down his neck opening, just a little thicker than water.
I pushed him back lightly, and he sat up on his haunches. His breathing was heavy, just like mine. His rock-and-roll firmly knob jutted upwards and forwards, drawing the eye. His hands started to move, but the slightest narrowing of my eyes halted him, and his arm 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 soak into his bedroom carpet.
"You did well,"I said finally. I kneeled behind him, and my small-scale breasts pressed into his back."You deserve a bit of a reinforcement,"I whispered, right into his ear. My right hired man reached round, and grabbed his cock. He shuddered. Slowly, very slowly, I started moving my hand up and down.
"This is what you want, isn't it ?"I continued murmuring, my lips brushing his ear."The feminine touch on your engorged member. Of course, you want to roll in the hay. All men want to fuck. So do almost womanhood. But that's not going to fall out, or at to the lowest degree not yet, so the next best thing to a woman's vagina wrapped around you… well, that's their back talk, but coming in tierce is their hired man. Do you like that ?"I sped up slightly as he nodded.
"I bet you've dreamt of getting your lips at my juicy pussy. Yeah, you've tongued my cuckoo in your mind while you jerked your cock just like I'm jolt now. And that's not all. You've imagined fucking me too, sticking your prick right field in between my folds, deep, right into my girlish lilliputian womb. You've pounded your dessert, aphrodisiac babe's pussycat, pounded it, pounded it, while the rampart squeezed you like this."
I squeezed his manhood, hard but not too hard, and continued, my voice never rising above a voicelessness."It's hot in there, hot and wet and begging for a man to thrust in and penetrate it. It wants to be full of hard man-meat, stretched. Your member could fulfil 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 come ? Are you ready to meet your baby's vagina with your sweet, slick seed ? Then do it. Jizz for me. spirt !"
And he did. Wow, he did. It blasted across the room, thick white R-2 of cum, flying through the air for a honorable six feet. He jerked, his torso contorting, and a longsighted, aloud groan escaped his lips, as his jizz landed on the rampart, the carpet, and the last of it rolled down my knuckles.
I pulled away, and he collapsed to his hands and articulatio genus. As he gasped, I collected my clothing, wiping the semen off on my pantie. I clipped my skirt back on, and did up my shirt.
By the meter 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 boylike nerve."What do I birth to do ?"
"Oh, all sorts of thing. For a starting signal, get this place cleaned up. Then tomorrow…"I grabbed his dick again, and wiped the end with my wadded underwear. Then I unravelled it and held it in front line of his look. There were several slightly yellowed damp while on the Stanford White material now, and a twain of remaining gobbets of goo."You are going to wear off these. All day."
"What ? !"he cried in disheartenment, the post-orgasmic incandescence evaporating in an flash."But… but what if I have P.E. ? What if I have to change ? All the guys will see !"
"That's your problem,"I said coldly. He didn't. I had sneaked a quick glance at his class timetable on the wall over his desk. He didn't need to have a go at it that, though."Aw, you thought this was over ? Silly little boy. It's not going to be over for a foresightful time. Get used to doing whatever I say, permanently. Hey, if you do it right, I am certain we can do a new status you can be well-chosen with. For a start, you get to have something that's been wrapped around my twat, wrapped around your cock all day tomorrow. Think of that. This bland, cushy stuff has been rubbing back and Forth against my dodgy folds, 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, one or two more filth won't make lots difference…"
I turned to leave him with that cerebration, dropping the panties on a cabinet next to his room access. Where they were in plain hatful to anyone coming down the corridor. I heard him rush to snaffle them and slam the door .