Naked cuddling.

Audrey was sitting in her corner of the couch, lounging in the nude. Meanwhile, I was perpendicular to her, with my head laying on her thighs. I enjoyed her freshly cleaned and moisturized scent. The TV was on, but we weren’t really watching it, we were just cuddling together, and I was loving every second.

One might expect that we’d be fucking or doing something hardcore, but truth be told I was more than happy just to experience this with her. I’d wanted to just romantically cuddle Audrey for years, and the fact that we were both naked was just a cherry on top. Her fingers were also wrapped around my cock and gently stroking it, but this wasn’t with any real intentions to make me ejaculate, only to keep it erect because it felt nice.

“So,” I said, once a commercial had rolled around, muting the TV, “you’ve been through my porn, huh?”

“Sorry,” Audrey replied.

I shrugged and rolled my head up to look at her, half of her face was still obscured by her breasts, though, “No harm, I just want to know if anything stood out to you. I mean, being willing to do anything is a far cry from enjoying anything. I wanna know if we have any overlapping interests.”

Audrey seemed to consider this, “Neutral about most of it. Doing it might change my mind, like the pizza.”

That was fair, there were some things one just couldn’t know about before they did them.

“But I did like some things. Mostly the fellatio.”

“Is that so?” This was good news, I enjoyed imagining myself on the receiving end of that particular position quite a bit. And though I’d never tried it, I was excited to see how it felt. Audrey had her lips just wrapped around my tip earlier, and even that small taste of what a true blowjob would be like was incredible.

She nodded, “Some of the bondage too. Like spanking and slapping.”

“Oh no, my innocent little sister is turning out to be a bit of a masochist,” I teased, reaching up and pinching a nipple playfully.

She blushed and nodded, “That’s why I do yoga. Hurts in a good way.”

“I’d say it paid off, too. Your body is even sexier than I had always imagined it.”

“Thanks,” she replied, and looked off to the side, bashfully.

“And everything else in my collection was mostly just neutral?” I asked.

She nodded, “Question, though.”

“Oh?”

“You didn’t have much intercourse. How come?”

I let out long, drawn-out sigh. I was more or less dreading this question since I discovered that she went through my stash. Then again, it was pretty clear that it wasn’t actually a deal-breaker, since she went ahead and asked me out anyway.

“Well, the truth is I’m really not all that into it, if I’m being totally honest. It’s just… I dunno, boring? At least the idea of it is, I’m uh, still a virgin so I don’t actually know. But it’s just sort of overused and not all that interesting to me. Never has been. That’s not to say I won’t do it, though. I’m at worst neutral about it, but I’m not gonna seek it out on my own.”

She nodded along, “This is fine.”

“Are you into it?” I asked with mild hesitancy.

“No. But if you aren't, and I'm not, would be best to avoid it.”

“How come?”

“Siblings,” she replied simply.

It crashed into me like a wave. That was actually a good point and something I hadn’t considered until that point. No matter how careful we were, short of getting her a full-blown hysterectomy, there would always be that chance that something could happen. It wasn’t necessarily that I was opposed to the idea of having a child with her, it was more the fact that the child was more likely to have genetic issues as a result of an incestuous relationship. Also, I was pretty sure my father might actually try to kill me if he ever found out I knocked Audrey up.

“That’s a good point. But as long as neither of us are crazy about it, there’s no real loss.”

A comfortable silence fell over us. I drank in the dimly lit room, the gentle stroking of my sister’s soft hand, and the subtle movements of her body as she breathed in and out. I had yawned without really noticing, and I was quite comfortable.

Eventually, in my slightly sleepy haze I said, “Audrey, I am the happiest I’ve ever been right now. Both me and you are out of dad’s house, I’m making a living doing what I love, I’ve finally accepted who I really am as a crossdresser and sexy femboy, and my wonderful and even sexier sister is in a relationship with me.”

She didn’t respond, just looked down at me as I said these things, continuing her hand movements.

“I’m actually afraid of falling asleep, honestly,” I said, “I’m afraid I’ll wake up and find out this was all just some vivid dream.”

“Not a dream,” Audrey replied. “I love you.”

The way she said this statement with her usual monotone but sharp bluntness made this one statement banish my doubt like a phantom exposed to the light, and I felt contentedness wrap my body in a soft warmth.

“I love you too,” I said.

And that’s about when I fell asleep by accident.

Gentle stroking at my morning wood was what roused me back to the waking world from a comfortable and dreamless sleep. I blinked through my groggy haze and tried to look at the clock on the wall. It was morning all right. I was amazed to find myself in exactly the same position as I had been last night, laying on the soft thighs of my sister, under her shapely teardrop breasts while her delicate hand stoked my rigid member.

“Oh,” I said, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep like this. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Comfortable.” Audrey replied.

“Did you stay awake all night?”

“No. Fell asleep after you. When I awoke, I maintained your order.” That explained why she was still stroking me. It was a rather nice way to wake up.

“Mmm thank you for that,” I replied, stretching out my arms and back, “Stroke a little more vigorously, though. An ejaculation first thing in the morning sounds nice.”

Without comment, she did as requested, picking up her pace and gripping my shaft a little tighter.

“So does breakfast,” I chuckled and then leaned my head up to latch my lips onto one of her nipples.

“Mm, not lactating,” Audrey said, but was blushing quite a bit.

I suckled the nipple happily anyway, flicking my tongue over the delightful nub and even giving it soft nibbles. I released it and replied, “It’s okay, it’s still tasty.” Then I popped it back into my mouth and continued suckling. I was suddenly reminded that positions like this were frequent in doujin hentai, usually under the pretense of the guy being called “spoiled”. I sure felt spoiled, mainly by life, so perhaps it was appropriate.

Her vigorousness was already catching up to me, I felt the familiar pressure of an orgasm coming. I decided I would let her know how good I was feeling, so I did my best to let out a few experimental girlish moans after releasing her nipple from my lips.

I wasn’t entirely sure where Audrey fell on the spectrum of sexuality, she had certainly never showed any particularly obvious attraction to men but hadn’t seemed to gravitate in the other direction either. I’d frankly never witnessed any obvious indication that she was a sexual individual at all besides her choice of friends, all of whom were generally either very open about that stuff or they were total sluts in all the best ways.

The moans worked, and I knew this only because her hand movements became more rapid, and it didn’t take me long before I couldn’t hold back any longer. My first ejaculation of the day came soaring from my tip and managed to land on my girlish chest. Audrey didn’t stop, and maintained her rapid pace, effectively milking me while I continued to moan deeply. A solid twenty seconds passed before my climax ended, my chest was caked in the sticky substance, and I was panting happily.

“So much,” Audrey said. “Impressive.”

I grinned dazedly, “Why thank you. Seems a shame to waste it all over my chest, though.” I wiggled my brows.

“Want me to clean you?”

“With your tongue, please.” We both stood up, and after a quick stretch from both of us, she leaned forward and began lapping up my cream with her tongue. Feeling the warm, wet muscle drag itself along my modest chest was a very nice feeling. And to hear her slurp up and swallow my sticky white spunk was like music to my ears. If not for the slowly diminishing supply of semen, I would have liked to hear her do it much longer.

It seemed that she wasn’t lying the night before when she said she liked the way it tasted, not that I truly believed she was lying in the first place. This was made evident by the occasional and gentle hums she gave, and the overall vigorousness with which she lapped up the sticky substance. By the time she had run out, she was scanning my torso carefully for any stray shots, and I detected the slightest hint of disappointment in her eyes when she found none.

“Tasty?” I asked.

She nodded and blushed. I was happy to hear this. Happy enough that I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She returned the kiss, and I wasn’t too bothered by the fact that she had just ate some of my spunk seconds before. The feeling of locking lips with my beloved sister was far outweighing all other considerations.

She was surprised, but returned the kiss without complaint or comment, allowing me to deepen the kiss as much as I wanted to.

This was going to be an amazing day, I could already tell, I was eager to see where it took me.