Go down on her

By an irksome lapse of rigour I had failed to make Julie come, and in so doing effectively failed to rid myself of her. In the context of any normal sexual experience that made me a total prick, which was concerning in itself, but at this moment it made me an idiot, for now I was yet again condemned to provide and at least fake the taking of the pleasures of flesh in order that I not be discovered for what I was, unchanged.

On the bright side, I thought, there was now a new option hitherto avoided whether consciously or by circumstance, to make my sister come. I could lick her pussy, since I was immune to the foreign agent within her body.

“Don’t worry,” I said, “I won’t leave until you’re shaking all over and you forget all about your cramps. Why don’t you climb onto that?” I pointed to the washing machine. Placated, she jumped on top and spread her legs. When I kneeled and moved my face toward her crotch she bit her lower lip in anticipation.

“No one’s done that to me for a while...” she said, trailing off as I planted the first of a volley of teasing kisses on her inner thighs around her opening. Her pussy lips were big and puffy under her jungle, inner labia completely hidden by the outer flaps. It would take digging to really reach her. I circled in slowly, tasting her freshly cleaned bush in kisses and licks, gradually letting my tongue to touch nearer and nearer her slit. At the same time I occupied my hands with other parts of her body. There was no reason to maintain an erection or anything as we’d already fucked, so I was able to explore Julie from the bottom to the highest point I could reach. I caressed her ankles, calves and thighs, feeling the long hard muscles twitch and tremor, both directly because I touched them, and because of the excitement from her crotch travelling throughout her being. I reached up, around her hips, her waist, and teased just beneath her breasts, not quite touching them but stroking the skin all around them. The same moment I took but one of her perky mounds in my hand for a full-on squeeze I licked right between her pussy lips, tasting the first layer of pink flesh still hidden from view.

“Ooh, yes, brother. Get a good mouthful of me.” Julie moaned up above as I got a good rhythm going. Her tits felt almost as lovely damp and steamy as they did under hot droplet bombardment; I could feel each gasping breath through them as she neared orgasm. Her cunt got so wet I was swallowing her juice just to get it out of the way every minute or so. She wasn’t blood of my family, but somehow she picked up the sensitivity to tongue that Mother was so frustrated at not being able to satisfy the day before. She came just as I had promised, shaking all over and not a care in the world for her cramps. In among her moans of ecstasy yelps of pain cut in as she jerked her arms too hard every ten seconds, but it was a trifling bother. Down below I was hard again, and ready to spend myself in my sister a second time. I used a finger to prolong her orgasm while I stood up, and when I entered her she yelped doubly loud, in surprise as much as for sensation. I fucked her, and fucked her, and never again forgot to rub her clit for her, and I came inside her again and...

Remind me why I am telling you all this?