Make out with an added bonus.

Even though your sister’s body was nearly completely on display, your eyes were most drawn to her lips. You knew they were deceptively soft despite not appearing to be on the surface, a fact you’d learned by virtue of the frequent kisses she would give you on your cheek when you were growing up. You were usually the one to request the kisses when you were a kid, you only stopped when you became a teenager and doing so would have been much more awkward.

“Will?” Victoria cocked an eyebrow at you curiously. You had completely forgotten she had asked you something.

“Oh uh, you look great.” You say, nodding your head.

A blush appears on her face. “You think so? I think I’m getting kind of fat…” She prods her side with a finger. There was a slight bulge in her skin around the waistband of her panties, but you’d never call it fat.

You shake your head. “I think you’re beautiful.” There’s no deception in your voice, the compliment was genuine and honest.

Her blush intensifies. “Thanks, Will. Anything else you’d like to me to do? Anything to help you feel better?”

You knew what you wanted, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. “Actually, I’d like a kiss. Like the ones you used to give me when I was a kid.” It was undeniable. The simple act used to be such an innocent one when you were a child, a peck on the cheek from a sister who you always looked up to. But when you hit puberty the act had an entirely different feeling, it was more erotic and fetishistic. You often found yourself horny just thinking about it. It was you who decided to stop, you didn’t want to use something like that to hurt Victoria. But now you were assured that she would never be hurt by it, no matter how twisted the act had become in your mind.

Victoria’s eyes widened at the suggestion. “Wow, it’s been so long hasn’t it? I’d love to.” She smiled wide and walked over, sitting down on the couch next to you. She leaned in and kissed your cheek sweetly. Her lips were warm and fluffy against your slightly sore cheek. It was wonderful to feel that again, but you weren’t done.

“Now again, if you don’t mind, but on the lips.”

Her blush deepens a bit, but she obeys, leaning in to place her lips on yours. As sad as it was to admit, this was the first serious kiss you’d gotten from a girl before. You’d never really dated anyone before, and even as a kid the most you got was kisses from your mom, but that was when you were too young for it to matter. You enjoyed the experience, not just the tenderness of the kiss and softness of her lips, but the slightly forbidden fact that you were doing this as a grown adult with your older sister who was six years your senior. Your older sister who basically was your mom and even your legal guardian when your parents died.

When your lips part she smiles. “I’ll be honest, I always kind of wanted to kiss you on the lips instead of the cheek. I just always thought it would have been… I don’t know… weird.”

You shake your head. “Not weird at all. Not to me anyway. Honestly I like it better, I’d be happy if you kissed me like that all the time.”

“Really?” There was a sparkle in her eyes that betrayed her happiness at your admission. “I’d love to! Anytime you want a kiss just ask.”

“And what if I want something more than just a peck?” You quirk a brow at her inquisitively.

She looks away a moment in slight embarrassment as her cheeks redden some more. Eventually her eyes find their way back to your own. “I’d be happy to do that too, actually.” It was difficult to tell how much what she said was the real her or just the universal enthusiasm Jack told you about. In her case you could honestly believe that she would have been happy to do this kind of thing.

Victoria was kind of a shut-in, she never had a boyfriend for as long as you’d known her. She was an aspiring romance writer and one of her current projects (and her favorite) was a story about a woman who falls in love with her cousin. It’s clear that the concept of **** isn’t something she is averse to. Without this new power, there would be no way that she would agree to doing these things; but you were also pretty sure that she would want do it.

Now that you knew she was willing though, you felt like teasing a bit. “I don’t believe it, we’re siblings, And you’re basically my mom. There’s no way you’d be willing to do something like that.”

“I really would.” She said, pouting a bit.

“Prove it.” You grin.

Without hesitation, she leans forward and connects her lips to yours once again. This time you feel her tongue slip inside your mouth. You respond in kind, sending your own tongue out to meet hers in an erotic dance. Your sister hums with delight as you return the kiss, a smile teasing the edge of her lips.

After a few more seconds, Victoria takes her lips off yours and smiles at you. “There.” She says, grinning triumphantly.

Your erection is almost painfully throbbing in your pants now, and by this point your sister has noticed. She’s staring at the clear tent in your sweatpants with intent. “Are you okay Will? That looks kinda painful.” She points at your crotch and looks at you.

You were about to laugh it off and urge her to ignore it, but your rational mind was in the back seat now; your primal urges and need for satisfaction had taken the wheel. “Maybe a bit. Think you could help?”

“Of course. What should I do?”

You slide the waistband of the pants down around your thighs, your throbbing member standing up in the open air now. “Uh, maybe it would help if you massaged it.” You were still a little hesitant to just tell people what to do. You never were very outspoken, you were a bit of introvert who preferred to just fade into the background most of the time. This sudden ability you had went against the grain of what you were accustomed to.

Victoria’s response was a kind smile as she brought her hand to your cock. Her hands were so incredibly soft on your hard cock. You knew that she knew what was going on. The façade was just to preserve whatever innocence the two of you had left and she knew it. She started to gently move her hand up and down, stroking you delicately and a bit clumsily. It was pretty obvious she had never done anything like this before, but luckily it didn’t take a whole lot of effort to make sure it felt good. Still, you wanted to add to the experience as best you could.

“How is it?” She asked, looking at you.

“It’s starting to feel better already. It might help if we made out though.” You suggest a bit sheepishly.

Her response was to blush and smile, but lean forward and start kissing you deeply again, your tongues once again twirling and caressing each other as she pumped her hand along your rock-hard pole. You weren’t quite sure if the handjob made the make-out session better or if the kissing made the handjob better; but either way you were enjoying the combination.

Your cock was twitching with pleasure as her hand pumped a bit faster. The feeling was so good that you were having trouble focusing on the kiss. This didn’t seem to bother Victoria much though, as she wrapped her lips around your tongue and started to gently suckle on it, making small smacking sounds with her mouth as she did. You let out a hum of delight as she continued. This was almost better than the kiss itself, the way she was treating your tongue like it was a popsicle just sliding her lips along it and gently sucking. A popsicle or something like the thing she was giving a handy to right now.

The association naturally led to an image of her doing the same to the tip of your cock. You couldn’t help but imagine in your mind’s eye your sister sucking the tip of your cock with her soft, soft lips. It was too much, you were nearing climax.

You pulled away from the kiss. “Vikki, I’m close.” You warn her and she starts to pump your cock faster, tightening her grip slightly as she does. Your whole body began to tense up, eliciting some pain from your sore muscles as it did, but the pleasure of the situation easily overshadowed it and drove you to the edge.

Finally, you let loose your first rope of cum. It shoots into the air and falls back down, covering your older sister’s arm and hand, as well as a bit of your belly. Another stream of sperm is sent flying, and another, and another. It isn’t long before Victoria’s arm and hand are glazed with a coat of fresh, warm baby batter.

You look over to gauge her reaction, she seems shocked but not angry or disappointed. Her expressions gradually changes to one of curiosity as she brings her hand and arm closer to look at the white mess that coated it. She simply stared for a few seconds before you saw her bring the hand closer to her mouth.

Your mind was racing, was she going to…?

Her lips wrapped around one of her fingers, and she slowly pulled it out squeaky clean and not a hint of spunk. She licked her lips and smiled.