A brand new day of debauchery.

Aside from the unusual awakening, most of the morning went by perfectly normally. We both separated to do our own individual morning routines. Audrey went into her room to do her yoga, I assumed, and I grabbed myself an apple and banana for breakfast. I read my emails at my desk while I ate and was happy to see that my client was satisfied with the photos and had already deposited the payment into my account.

This was a huge breath of fresh air, especially since I had been planning to do some grocery shopping today and was worried about whether I would have enough money to cover it after the far too generous tip I gave to the pizza girl the night before. I probably wouldn’t have done that if there had been any blood in my head instead of my dick.

After finishing my breakfast, I made my way to the bathroom to take my shower. Audrey was already in there, starting on her makeup with a thin layer of sweat on her naked body.

“Do you normally do your yoga in the nude?” I asked, expecting her to be in some sort of fitness clothes.

“Yes,” she replied. That explained why she always did it in the room, then.

A brief flash of imagination showed me the scene, and it was pleasant, “Damn, that’s pretty hot. I should invite myself to watch sometime.” I reached over and grabbed one of her breasts, slick with sweat, and squeezed it lovingly. She did not stop me but blushed as my fingers sunk into the soft flesh.

I stepped into the stall and began my shower. The warm water cascading over me felt nice. I let myself get lost to my own thoughts and imagination, still pleasantly haunted by the vision of Audrey doing nude yoga. More than a few times, my hand wandered down to my stiff cock and gave it a few strokes.

Through the wet and fogged glass I could see Audrey making the telltale movements of applying lotion to her body, likely the cream I had shown her to use in the mornings. I watched the scene, with intent. After finishing with that, she left the bathroom, probably to go and get dressed. This made me eager and interested to know what sort of outfit she would choose given her new dress code, which drove me to finish the shower more quickly.

After completing my own morning rituals and applying my own beauty creams and makeup, I stepped outside get dressed. What greeted me was Audrey’s chosen outfit for the day, and I was quite pleased with the outcome.

Contrasting her alabaster skin quite sharply was a pair of dark blue jeans with a number of holes ripped throughout. If you asked me whether the holes came with the jeans or if they were additions of Audrey’s, I honestly wouldn’t be unable to tell you. The jeans were old, years old at least, and I didn’t think she wore them at all anymore, before today anyway. Aside from these jeans, she wore nothing else. She was completely topless but had a cute elastic choker around her neck and a pair of studded leather wristbands.

I stepped behind her and slid my hands around her waist, up her smooth but solid belly, and finally to her amazing breasts. I squeezed and manhandled the pliable flesh and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

“Is this outfit acceptable?” she asked.

“Yes, it’s perfect.” I replied and then stepped away to go and get dressed.

Our room smelled like Audrey, a smell I had always secretly loved. I was in a good mood today, the best mood I had been in for a while, and I was feeling very confident and body positive, so I figured I’d get a little racy today.

For my own outfit, I chose a plaid skirt that I rarely wore, primarily because of how short it was, but today I didn’t care. I slipped it on along with a tight black thong that hugged my package neatly. On my top I threw on a cropped white t-shirt with the word “NOPE” printed on it in black. I figured I’d wear a simple pair of sandals today, so I sat down at the edge of the bed and got ready to start painting my nails.

“Plans?” Audrey asked from the doorway.

“Just grocery shopping. I got paid today and we are running low.”

She leveled a slightly forlorn look on me, an expression that most wouldn’t even pick up on. It seemed like she would miss me, which made my heart skip a beat.

“You should come with.”

She simply nodded. Seeing her full-on from the front was a wonderful experience. She was always gorgeous to me but being dolled up in goth makeup with a pair of ripped jeans, meanwhile having absolutely nothing on her torso was something else entirely. I couldn’t help but marvel yet again at how perfectly-shaped her breasts were. I felt myself getting hard, and with my leg pulled up to my chest hiking up my skirt, my arousal was probably plainly visible.

Then I had an idea.

“I love your lipstick today, Audrey,” I said, seeing the glossy black lipstick that almost had a metallic sheen.

“Thanks.”

“Does it smear?” I asked.

She nodded.

I grinned, “Come over here and help me apply some.”

She silently crossed the room to the edge of the bed where I was perched. She was about to lean toward me to kiss me, but I stopped her with a hand.

“I didn’t mean my lips,” I said in a sultry tone then nodded my head downward. Her gaze followed my gesture to my erect member poking out of my black thong, “Mind applying a layer while I paint my nails?”

Her only reply was to kneel down, lean forward, and slide my length between her lips. I rewarded her gesture with a girlish moan to let her know I loved it.

“Mmm, thanks sis,” I said as I began applying my nail polish to my toes.

She began sliding her head back and forth along my cock, suckling and slurping occasionally, but moving slowly so as not to distract me from my delicate task or move me too much. Already, the fruits of her labor were visible, as a distinct, black, smudgy ring was present on my shaft.

My topless younger sister was leaving glossy black lipstick stains on my cock. I was in heaven. While she was doing this, she was looking up at me, not making eye contact but only because I was focused on my task at hand. Still, just seeing her light grey eyes staring at me out of my peripheral was adding to the experience. The Queen, in particular, found this experience to be quite enticing and empowering.

Once I finished the delicate task of painting my nails on one foot, I swapped over to the other. This one proved to be a bit of a challenge since I was right-handed and had to bring my right arm over to my left foot. It took some work to keep out of Audrey’s way, but it was worth it. The feeling was incredible.

Even at her slow and gentle pace, I could feel an orgasm welling up inside me. Just in time, too, as it came around as soon as I put the finishing touch on my last toe. Once I set the bottle of polish down, I leaned backward and relaxed. The orgasm hit me like a crashing wave that set my spunk rocketing into my sister-submissive’s mouth.

Her eyes didn’t even widen in surprise, as though she completely expected it even though I hadn’t given any warning. Was she already that good at reading me? Had she already nailed down my body’s natural timing? Maybe both? God, she was amazing.

All of this was going through my head as I creamed into her waiting mouth. She continued to make eye-contact and now that I was done with my task, I returned it. I let out some girlish moans as I did, letting her know just how good she made me feel. Those moans were the only sounds in the bedroom besides the gentle swallowing sounds of Audrey heartily drinking my spunk.

When I finished, after a solid twenty seconds, she pulled herself off my length slowly and carefully with one last mouthful. She managed to do so without spilling a single drop, only a small amount of pearly white was leaking from one corner of her mouth, I almost didn’t even notice it against her alabaster skin.

She tilted her head upward, cheeks puffed a bit, and opened her mouth to show me its contents. There it was, a pool of pearly white spunk surrounding her pink tongue.

“Good girl, bring it up to my ear before you swallow.”

She closed her lips again and nodded, getting up and bringing her mouth up to my right ear. Then she began drinking the rest of the contents. Each gulp was loud and incredibly erotic, sending shivers down my spine. I was glad I instructed her to do that, the experience was very enjoyable, almost like ASMR.

When she finished that task, she opened her mouth again to show me that nothing remained.

“Fuck, that was hot,” I said and grinned at her.

She only nodded in reply, blushing a bit.

I then wrapped my arms around her and brought her into a loving hug, feeling her soft and pillowy breasts mash into my own torso. Already my supplements were doing work, her skin felt much more supple and smooth.

“All right, I gotta finish getting ready, go take stock of the stuff we need.”

She nodded an affirmative then got up and walked away. Since our relationship had become somewhat kinky, in that moment I debated having her address me with some authoritative title like “Master”, but I hesitated.

The reason I hesitated wasn’t, as some might expect, because she was my sister. It was because even though I was male, and having her use a male title would be literally accurate, the part of me that was the most interested in the kinkier aspects of this relationship was The Queen. And, as this nickname implied, she did not seem to share my gender.

I tapped my chin thoughtfully as I watched Audrey’s shapely rear in her jeans step away and out the door. I’d have to think more on that one.