Tentacle Love Part 1

As your mouth meets hers once more this time you part your lips, your tongue prods against the slit that is her mouth. She opens up to you. Her mouth doesn’t so much open as widens as a host of her facial filaments in that area retract and sink into her. As you plunge your tongue into her open mouth five half inch thick tapered tentacles fill your mouth from within her maw, forcing your jaw wider and stretching your lips. They come not from the center, where a human tongue might be, but from around the edges which gives your tongue space to dance and penetrate between them. Her tongues slide and writhe in your mouth like a nest of snakes, gliding along your inner cheeks, curling around your tongue, rubbing over your teeth, and pressing into your palate. Her mouth is not wet and has no taste though it has a sort of greasy texture like holding frozen butter, though no residue is left behind. The tendrils of her hair wrap around your head to hold it firm as the pair of you make out deeply and passionately and more of her tentacles wrap and slide over and around your body, one completely encircling your torso.

Everything about this bizarre French kiss is a reminder that despite her generally human shape your sister was anything but.

“Mmmm.” You moan lustily and press yourself into her.

She held you with the power of a strong man and yet you knew she was being so gentle with you, oh so gentle. Feeling her moving and pressing in all around you left no doubt that she could crush you like an ant if she lost control for even a moment. Knowing she had to handle you with such loving care strangely made this feel even more intimate.

You push back from her, her five tongues slipping from your mouth though still lapping and hooking at your panting lips.

“I need air.” You chuckle. “Whooo!”

“Jacob.” She clutches at you.

With a kiss and a smile you whisper. “Let me control things for a bit.”

“Jacob…Control.” Her hair tendrils release you and waver in a corona around her head like a Medusa from legend. Her tentacles loosen around your limbs and body but hover close by, wanting to touch and be touched.

You take a step back simply so that you could at last get a full view of her while the eye drops were still active. From touch and from silhouette you had gotten hints of your sister’s full glory but nothing could prepare you for truly seeing it there in front of you.

Her shapely and perfectly defined torso is that of a 7 foot tall heavy breasted Ms Olympia yet unlike those elite athletes she retained her full womanly curves. She had hips, wide and round, tapering into a tight waist before curving back out into a wider upper back and shoulders. Her proportions weren’t quite normal, longer and more sinuous, and her flexing musculature much more complex but she had an hourglass figure unmistakably familiar. There are no hard angles about her at all, just the way she moved you could tell there was no skeleton beneath her dense flesh to give it rigid structure. She had no belly button or throat, her muscles smooth in those places. Her large breasts were as you felt them, each big enough to more than fill both your hands yet higher and firmer than gravity would allow for on a human woman. The strange patches of her nipples were round and a slightly lighter shade than the rest of her, they were constant in their tone unlike the shifting patterns of the rest of her flesh minus her face. The patterns flowed around her nipples or even pulsed out from them occasionally like two small islands interrupting ripples of water. Between her legs is a pussy of sorts. From what you could tell there was a slit though her labial lips were plump, uneven, and seemed to move on their own like her tentacles. Where her clit would be was yet another small tentacle about the size of your thumb and with the same change of texture as her nipples.

She “stood” on two legs, the thickest of her tentacles, that stretched out and wriggled out and around the interior of the tower. Her longest tentacles were those of her arms, each stretching out maybe 8 or 10 feet and very gradually tapering to a blunt point. The other many tentacles fanning out from out of her back varied in girth and length and gave the illusion of her having strange wings.

But her skin! Of everything it is her skin that bewitches you the most. The constantly shifting and flowing fluid patterns of countless shades of black were hypnotic in their swirling unearthly beauty. Nothing in art or nature could even compare.

You look up to her white glowing hauntingly exquisite face and say in hushed awe. “My God! You are so beautiful!”

“Beautiful.” A tentacles reaches forward and strokes your cheek. Another coils up and tugs at the waist of your pants. “Beautiful.”

You nuzzle your face into her near limb. “You want to see me too huh? I guess that’s fair. I can’t compare to you though.”

Kissing her limb, and giving the tip a little teasing suck, you then guide it away and push others back as well, she moves easily to your touch. Keenly aware of your twins six eyes watching your every move you undress for her. First the sandals and socks, these you place near the door. Then you untie your shirt from around our lower leg.

Vespera reaches out for your wound. “Pain…Jacob.”

“Shhhh.” You assure her and guide her back. “It’s okay. I’m okay.” You stand and look at her as you unbuckle your belt, her yearning for you emanates from her in pulsing waves. You feel it like a second heartbeat inside your chest and see her patterns rippling in time to it flow across her skin. You take off your pants, kick them to the side, followed quickly by your underwear. Standing back up tall you face your sister naked as the day you were born…as the day you both were born.

“Beautiful.” She says as her face glows brighter. "Together."

She rushes to you, pressing her body tight into yours and embracing from every angle. Nearly every square inch of your skin pressed close to hers, totally cocooned in that wonderful feeling only she possessed. Tentacles prod and feel every nook and cranny of your soft human body. Touching you now in ways she was learning that you enjoyed. Your nipples, your lips, your hardening cock, your balls, your ass. She held to you like she might lose you again at any moment. The pair of you kiss again, each of you needing more, more, MORE!

But you wanted to savor this night. As amazing as it would be you did not want to spend your energy in one frantic fit of passion.

Slowly, carefully, gently you guide her back off of you again. Kissing and stroking each limb with tender loving care as you moved her back one tentacle at a time.

“Jacob.”

“You can have me soon. All of me.” You say with a warm glow in both your heart and loins. “Gently.”

“Gentle.”

“But first I want to…explore.” You gaze up and down her magnificent body. “Be still now Ves.” You whisper. “Let me make you feel good.”

Her snaking limbs slow their writhing, though not to a stop, and she stands before you awaiting your attention. She doesn’t wait long.

You reach out and place your hands at the sides of her long neck and savor that special feeling of her skin against yours. Moving slowly, relishing each inch, you run your hands down her shoulders and onto her chest. You swear you can almost feel her patterns moving beneath your palm. Again you feel her pleasure, closer now. You feel her need to be touched, her need for connection.