Chapter 4: The Taste

Emily was right, it became a thing. For the next three nights, she slid into bed next to her step-brother, bottomless and ready for his touch. He didn’t hesitate to provide it; his fingers rubbing against her aching clit, sliding against her most lips, curling deep in her eager slit. And then on night 4 when she slid into bed fully nude, squeezing her soft breast and big, hard nipples. What happened during the day ceased to matter. Only night time was important. Chris and Emily went about their business as usual, not feeling any amount of awkwardness toward one another. If anything they felt more comfortable and closer to each other than they ever had.

Chris loved every moment of it. It felt almost like an honor, being trusted with Emily’s naked, **** form. He made her moan quietly and breathe heavily, but he didn’t make her cum.

He desperately wanted to. Not that a guy with his limited experience knew how to make a girl cum. But he desperately wanted to.

Still he knew he made her feel good, because she’d whisper, “That feels so good.”

Then, one night, four nights after Emily began eschewing clothes entirely, in the middle of their rub she turned to face him, her piercing eyes staring into him, silently for a long while as his fingers continued to find their way around her young slit. For the first time they were facing each other. There could be no hiding their desires.

Emily reached down between her legs, grabbed Chris's wrist and pulled his fingers from her wet ecstasy.

"I want..." She whispered. "I want to watch you while you taste me for the first time." She almost couldn't believe she could have such a naughty thought, let alone express it. It was as if a door had been opened inside her mind and all the forbidden things behind it were free to come out and play.

Chris didn't hesitate.

Slowly he brought his wet fingers up to his lips, then slid the into his mouth, letting his tongue take in every wet flavor he could. Doing so made him so impossibly hard he thought he was going to explode.

There were some things in life you simply weren't allowed to know. And one of those things was how your sister's pussy tastes. Sure, Emily was technically his step-sister. But he'd always seen her as his sister. Besides, you weren't exactly allowed to know how your step-sister's pussy tasted either.

He kept his eyes locked with Emily's watching the desire in them as she licked her lips. For a moment he considered extending his fingers to her to let her lick too. After all, he thought, she must like the taste of pussy. But he didn't.

"Tomorrow." She whispered quietly but intensely, "Tomorrow I need to right a wrong." Emily said.

Chris wasn't sure what she meant. He hoped that didn't mean stopping this. Surely she didn't think of it as a wrong.

"All this time you've been making me feel good, but I haven't been doing anything for you." She explained, "I'm going to change that tomorrow."

If only she knew how much she'd been doing for him, Chris thought. But still, this revelation came as a surprise.

"Are you sure?" He whispered back, "I mean, I assume you're not really into... guy's parts." In truth, Chris wasn't really sure what was going through Emily's mind as he rubbed her off. He thought it was quite likely that she was imagining that he was another girl. And he didn't really mind that. He was just happy to be a part of it.

When she came out, he accepted it completely. Even Mom and Dad, who were usually super cool about such things, freaked out a little. But Chris never had to question whether he loved his step-twin completely. Now, the last thing he wanted was to cause her any type of confusion about her sexuality.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." He said.

"I know I don't have to if I don't want to." Emily answered, and slipped out of bed for the night.