Pheromone follies : The next morning

I awoke the next morning to the sensation of my sister’s body against mine,

We’d slept in our clothes, the pair of us too tired to even change after the whole roller coaster yesterday had become.

As the sunlight began to invade our living room our mutual collapse point. I stared down the beautiful face of my closest relative.

My nose tickled her hair, taking a whiff of her scent and surprisingly felt my libido kick in, my erection surging from the sensation.

I had class today, but it didn’t really matter to me much. All that mattered to me right now was holding the small redhead as close to my body as possible.

She moaned, her cute little lips trembling as she moved further into my embrace rubbing her rear against me, egging me on.

“Oh my my is that for me?” She moaned softly eyes fluttering as she opened them to see me in the morning sunlight.

She looked like a million bucks, not someone who’d spent the previous night an ugly emotional car wreck.

I didn’t reply, there was something strange about Rachel I moved in closer my nose quivering as I sniffed her hair again, I was a rock hard and for some reason that was all that seemed to matter to me right now.

My conscious brain was still filing away the drama from the previous night and a part of me knew that I should be thinking of other things.

All I could think of right then is how nice it felt to have my sister spooning against me.

She slipped away slightly, her warm body moving out my arms for a moment as she turned, lying on her side her beautiful eyes looking into mine.

“Hey?” She asked blinking slowly “did yesterday really happen? I mean with us and mom and the car?” She spoke softly the wide eyes staring at mine making my heart leap into my throat.

I nodded slowly, not sure exactly what to say as her lips slowly caressed mine, those beautiful eyes closing as she moved in for the slow intimate embrace.

“I should feel disgusted, but mostly I’m just relieved,” she said her head bobbing back and forth as she placed her hands on my chest. “Mmmm you smell great!” she crooned.

I nodded kissing her neck a little, loving the taste of her salty skin, .

“We’re all sticky,” she commented, a soft slight smile on her face as she said it.

I grinned naughtily, although deep down I should’ve had alarm bells going off at the time, this was not a normal response, though I only realized it later.

“That’s not necessarily a bad thing,” said Rachel an identical seductive grin on her face as she began to unbutton my shirt, “because I have a very dirty idea,” she cooed pressing herself to my bare chest.

Her tank top was clammy to the touch, as my hands reached down, pulling her into my lap.

I sat up, my erection now straining as we kissed hungrily.

“I think you need a little preparation this time,” uttered my sister slyly, her scarlet tinted hair shining a little bit the early morning sunshine.

She freed herself from my grasp on her rear and slid down in front of me one deft hand undoing my belt and fly as she did.

“I think both of us need to let off some steam.” She practically growled freeing my erection from its increasingly tight prison. She let it hang before her face her breath warming it, before going in for the kill.

I knew that my sister had sexual experiences before our romp yesterday, but it was still amazing to feel her sweet lips slide down my exposed member and her hands slide down to cup my balls.

Despite the number of times we had done this the day before. This was the first time she’d put my dick in her mouth and the sensation was incredibly welcome to me.

I grasped her head my hands caressing her hair as I fantasized about all the positions I was going to take her in that day.

I forgot our mother and her situation, the flurry of sexual energy between us numbing my conscience as Rachel bobbed her head up and down my shaft.

As she swallowed me I noticed that her free hand wander down into her jeans and that every time she swallowed me, her own body quivered with pleasure.

She pulled back, my lubricated hard-on glistening as she smirked a wicked grin. Before I could feel the absence, she was shucking off her pants leaving her bottomless and me with a clear goal. Lying back on the couch, I beckoned my little sister to sit on my face as she put that talented tongue and throat to good use.

I’m no slouch, when it comes to being a fair lover I can give as good as I get and Rachel had been very good yesterday.

I went at attacking her honey pot with the most devoted fervor, that I could muster, fingers moving in time with my eager lapping tongue to give her the most pleasure I could.

She tasted amazing, with each successive lick I felt a surge of unexpected pleasure and then it hit me.

This felt different, stronger, more well defined than any other sexual encounter I had ever had, even last time hadn’t been this intense, was I falling for Rachel?

I froze for a moment as the shock of that thought broke me out of my sexual stupor.

“Hey bro, don’t stop,” begged Rachel and I felt the inexorable pull back into her delicious sex my conflict clearly defined for me. I moved in close now eager to give my little sister the best orgasm she ever had.