Sibling intimacy

You tense slightly when your sister wraps her soft, warm hand around your cock. You can’t help but gape at her, at what you’re seeing. It almost defies belief. Just a couple of days ago, Tiffany probably wouldn’t have even let you in her room. But now? Now, she has her perfect, soft, pale hand wrapped around your hard cock.

Your member pulses and twitches, and she wiggles her fingers in response. She stares at it with wide green eyes like she’s an archeologist looking at an artifact of some unknown ancient civilization and she isn’t quite sure what to make of it. Is she at all impressed by what she sees? Is she turned on? Disgusted? Has the fact that you’ve made her orgasm changed the way she feels about you? Does she want to return the favor or is she afraid that if she doesn’t, you’ll leave her? You’d ask her if you were even remotely confident, she would tell you the truth.

Try as you might, you can’t put your finger on why exactly your sister is so willing to wrap her hand around your cock and break that taboo herself. You never gave her a suggestion or command under hypnosis to find your body appealing. You just made her feel amazing whenever you look at her and when you touch her. Maybe that’s enough?

Tiffany bites her lip. She looks into your eyes for the first time since laying her hand on your cock.

“You mind if I start, um, you know, stroking you?” your sister asks.

The words reverberate through your skull like an impact on brass. A million thoughts cascade through your mind, and you don’t know what to do or what to think. You’d imagined this scenario countless times, but you never anticipated that it would actually happen.

Still, no matter how shocking this turn of events might be, you should be used to the absurdity of your new existence at this point. You’ve already accomplished the improbable by getting sucked off by Jared’s mom at the movie theater and then losing your virginity to another MILF in the bathroom. What’s getting a handjob from your hot, naked older sister?

Your eyes fall to her large, perfect breasts. They dangle hypnotically beneath her. Tiffany notices quickly and starts shaking her chest, causing them to sway and jiggle. Fuck, you need to touch them again. To bury your face in them like you had with Mom’s.

Tiffany squeezes your cock. Her green eyes stare expectantly into yours. She wants an answer now.

You take a deep breath, burying your nervousness while doing your best to keep your expression composed.

“Well, I don’t mind. If you want to jerk me off, go ahead. But I have to ask: don’t you have a problem with giving your own brother a handjob?”

Tiffany raises her eyebrows and stares at you like she thinks you’re stupid.

“I’m literally sitting here with my hand wrapped around your cock. No one’s forcing me to do this, so what do you think, genius? Does it look like I mind?”

You snort.

“Good point. Fine, if you want to give me a handjob, give me a handjob. But you should probably lube it up with some saliva or something, so you don’t give me a rash,” you say.

Tiffany rolls her eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing, so just sit back and be quiet,” she replies. She moves her face so that her lips are perched a few inches above your cockhead. You feel her warm breath waft against your cock. It twitches. God, how amazing would it be if she just wrapped those plump lips around your cock right now?

You don’t think she’s quite ready for that, and she did ask you to keep your mouth shut, so you lean back into her soft pillows and watch her.

Moments later, she purses her lips together. A large glob of saliva exits her lips and trickles down before finally snapping and landing on your cock. Her spit is warm, and she doesn’t waste any time rubbing it into your cock until the entire shaft glistens.

She tightens her hand, and you groan.

Her eyes flick up to yours. She smirks.

“That feel good?”

You nod.

“Yeah, that feels amazing. I never thought ever I’d have my hot sister stroke my cock so enthusiastically.”

Her face flushes an eye-drawing shade of red.

“You really think I’m hot?” she starts moving her hand up and down your cock. Her movement is slow and deliberate. Low squishing sounds soon fill the quiet bedroom.

“Of course I do,” you say.

The tempo of her stroking increases. Her huge tits start wobbling heavily with her movements.

“Yeah? What do you like most about me? My body, I mean,” she says.

Oh, where to begin?

“For one, I really like your big tits,” you say. “They’re so soft. I could just play with them all day.”

She flashes you a wide smile, showing flawless white teeth.

“Why don’t you grab them, then?” she asks before pausing. She shifts herself forward slightly. You have to widen your legs to accommodate her. You rest them against her thick thighs. Her reduced distance from you has put her perfect melons within easy reach of your hands.

“Okay,” you reach outward and grab a handful of each tit. They’re so soft and warm, much like Mom’s. Your mind flashes to the night you’d used them as a pillow. It’d easily been the best night of sleep you’d ever had. You wonder if Tiffany will let you do that to her tonight if you ask.

“What else do you like about me?” She increases the tempo of her strokes, her hand pistoning from the tip of your cockhead all the way down to the base of your shaft.

“Oh fuck…” you grunt. “I, uh, I love your juicy ass. It's fucking amazing.”

“Yeah?” she gives her wide hips a shake. Most of it is hidden, but you glimpse the outer edges of her asscheeks jiggle with her movements.

“Mhm,” she lets another glob of saliva loose from her lips. It lands on the back of her hand.

“Nice. You should have tried out for the women's basketball team,” you tease her.

Your sister glares at you, but her lips twitch upward regardless. She turns her hand over and wipes the saliva on your cock, which she promptly massages into your skin, lubricating your cock further.

Meanwhile, you keep playing with her breasts. She doesn’t seem to mind at all. If anything, your constant ministrations are only making her seem more into jerking you off.

Minutes pass as you continue squeezing and pinching her offered titflesh. She drools another dollop of saliva onto your cock, managing to get it directly on your cockhead this time. She smears it over your shaft and resumes the handjob at a much faster tempo now. Your grip on her tits prevents them from jiggling too much with her movements, and you decide to compensate for that by placing your hands underneath them and pushing them up and down, effectively juggling them.

Tiffany laughs.

“Jeez, you really like making my tits dance, huh?”

“Hell yeah,” you say. After a minute or so, you decide to go back to groping your sister’s mammaries properly. She moans softly when your fingers tease her hard nipples.

“Ah,” you pinch her nipples. “S- ah!” you pinch her again. “Oh fuck, that hurts, but it feels soooo good!”

She reaches a second hand down to play with your cockhead.

Tremors of pleasure tingle up your spine. You groan.

“Fuck, Tiff. You’re really good at this.”

Your sister giggles.

“Didn’t I tell you? You weren’t too bad at getting me off earlier, either,” she pauses the handjob again and frowns.

“Everything okay?” you ask.

“Huh?” she blinks. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

You sigh.

“Are you sure?”

She shakes her head and sits back slightly, a sudden haziness clouding her green gaze.

“I… um, I don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, I really like how much you appreciate me, John, but I can’t help but feel like something off about all of this. Like, why did I bring you here and let you… let my own brother play finger my pussy and make me cum? Why am I jerking you off all of a sudden?” she takes her hand off your cock, leaving it twitching uncomfortably in the cool air. “None of this makes any fucking sense.”

You frown.

You hadn’t expected resistance from her after she’d let you make her orgasm and started jerking you off…

Huh. Maybe because Marissa is being so cooperative with you that you’d assumed that after two sessions Tiffany wouldn’t really resist you. Perhaps you should know better considering that Mom still isn’t the most pliable person to your influence after two sessions. It really must depend on the person or the way you try to put them under your influence or some combination of the two.

You think back to when Tiffany had first brought you to her room. She’d been somewhat hesitant to disrobe until you’d threatened to leave, depriving her of the appreciation you programmed her to crave. It had gotten her to cave almost immediately.

Hm. Now that you think about it, Tiffany’s apparent need for your appreciation may actually give you more power over her than you previously thought. If she’s willing to strip naked in front of her own brother and let you play with her pussy until she orgasms and drenches her own bedsheets, there’s probably not much you can’t make her do if you play your cards right. You just have to leverage her needs appropriately without pushing her too far and you’re pretty sure she’ll cave into whatever demands you make of her.

“Hey, you don’t like what we’re doing, you can stop. No one’s forcing you to do it. Hell, you’re the one who actually wanted me to come up here. I should probably get out of here,” you make a show of looking away from her while you watch her with your peripherals. Her eyes widen desperately.

“No, please don’t go! Y-you’re right. I brought you up here, so anything that happens here is up to me. And it’s fine! Everything’s fine, I promise!” she grasps your cock again and immediately starts jerking it again. Her movements are much more rapid this time, like she’s **** to show you how committed she is to what she’s doing. Her eyes are wide like a **** addict looking for her next fix. “See, look, I’m jerking you off again. There’s no reason to get up and leave now, right?”

You suppress a grin, doing your best to ignore just how good the handjob feels.

“I don’t know. It doesn’t seem like you’re really into this. You’re not even telling me how much you like my cock,” you look away from her again, doing your best to make it seem like whatever’s out Tiffany’s window is more interesting than she is.

“Gee, I had no idea I was supposed to do that,” she rolls her eyes.

“The last girl who gave me a handjob did,” you say, still looking at Tiffany’s window without really seeing anything outside. You’re much too focused on what’s going on in her room to do anything else.

“Wait a minute. You’ve gotten a handjob before?”

You sigh.

“Ha. Ha. You’re surprised. That’s nice. It’s amazing how much faith my own sister has in me.”

“Well, you’re a shut-in who never goes out and hangs out with anyone, so don’t be surprised if I think you’ve never been laid,” she says, and you see her shrug with your peripherals. “I don’t even remember you having any girlfriends.”

“That’s probably because you ignored me for most of high school. If I broke my arm or something you probably wouldn’t have even given a shit then, either,” you turn to face her again, a cold anger brimming within you.

Tiffany glares at you.

“That’s not true!”

You snort and roll your eyes. Bitterness wells up in your chest like raw sewage clogging a drain.

“Yes it fucking is! Don’t even try to deny it!” you say. “You know what; I’ve had enough of this. Unless you want me to leave right fucking now, you’ll apologize and get back to jerking me off and doing whatever else I want. And once I’m gone, don’t even fucking bother asking me to come in here again. You want someone’s attention; go ask that idiot who knocked you up.”

Your sister stares at you for a long moment. Her eyes shimmer and for a moment it looks like she’s going to tear up or scream at you or hit you. Then she takes a deep breath, smoothing out her facial features in an uncharacteristic display of maturity. You honestly didn’t think she had it in her to back down from anything.

“Okay,” she says quietly. Her eyes never leave yours, but the challenge in them is gone. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being there for you. I’m sorry I ignored you when you needed me.”

You can’t help the way your lips twitch into a sadistic grin.

“It’s no biggie. I learned how to get by just fine without you.”

She opens her mouth to say something but closes it soon after. She swallows loudly and nods.

“I get it,” she murmurs. Her eyes gaze at you again, differently this time, as if she’s only just now seeing you in a new light.

Without another word, she scoots back slightly and lowers her head so that it’s mere inches away from your cock. Her huge tits are mashed against her comforter, squishing outwards. She inhales through her nose and sighs.

“Mmm. You smell really good,” she says. “I really like your cock. It’s actually pretty nice.”

You stare at her strangely, and she meets your eyes without comment.

“Um, thanks?” you say.

Tiffany nods.

“You’re welcome,” she gives you a brittle smile, and all of a sudden you feel like a piece of shit. You try to ignore the feeling. She deserves it. Absolutely and completely deserves whatever **** you can heap on her. If anything, she deserves a lot worse from you from the way she treated you over the years.

But then you remember the times before you’d drifted apart, when you’d always hang out and play together. You’d used to mess with her hair a lot, its soft redness being a natural draw to your younger self.

Your eyes flick over to your sister’s hair. It’s still relatively neat despite what you’d done so far, and you reach a hand out and touch it.

Tiffany’s expression shifts for the first time since you’d yelled at her. Her eyes stare up at you curiously.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

You shrug, “Playing with your hair. I think I used to do that a lot?"

She smiles, and this time it seems genuine.

“Oh yeah, I remember now. I guess old habits die hard. Do you still like it? My hair, I mean,” She sounds pleased.

“I really do. There aren’t a lot of natural redheads in the world,” you nod.

“Nope, I guess not,” she whispers. Her soft breath tickles your cock. She keeps tugging on it with her hand, eliciting soft moans and grunts from you. “There aren’t a lot of men who take the time to appreciate a woman’s hair, either, and even if there were, I don’t think it’d mean as much coming from them.”

You start intertwining your fingers with locks of her hair.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, you definitely have the most amazing head of hair I’ve ever seen.”

Tiffany laughs, shaking her head disbelievingly before slapping your thigh.

“You’re an idiot, but I still love you and I always will,” she murmurs. “I know you don’t believe that, but it’s true.”

The two of you stare at each other silently, as if daring the other to make the first move. After a minute or so, you relent.

“Why don’t you show me?” you shift slightly. Your cockhead nudges the bottom of her chin, but she doesn’t move away.

Instead, her cheeks flush.

“I don’t think what we have is that kind of love, but if it’ll keep you from leaving…”

The hand on your cock moves it slightly upward. She holds it there for a minute or so, staring at it intensely, as if mulling over a greatly important decision.

Finally, she closes her eyes and leans forward, pressing her lips against it, opening them before engulfing the tip of your cock into her hot, wet mouth.

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