Start simple, get a handy.

“Well, you let me touch yours, why don’t you go ahead and touch mine?” I said.

She glanced briefly up at me, seemingly for confirmation, and I responded with a welcoming smile. She returned her gaze back to my throbbing member and lifted a hand to touch it. Gingerly, her fingers touched down on the tip, sending a shiver of pleasure up my spine. Someone besides me was actually touching my cock. This would be my first true sexual experience, barring online roleplaying which I had been known to do on occasion, but was pretty sure didn’t count.

She seemed to get a little braver, poking and prodding various points, and even this was strangely pleasant. Then she wrapped her hand around it and gripped it gently.

“Smooth and soft but hard,” she said, almost to herself. “Strange.”

I chuckled, “Well, I do moisturize myself pretty thoroughly.”

She nodded, “Hands were very soft, too.” Now, almost absentmindedly, she was gently stroking my shaft, her fingers gliding up and down its length in a slow rhythmic motion.

“I do it every day when I get out of the shower. I can show you my stuff, if you like.” Two things occurred to me in that moment, both of which made my penis twitch in her hand. The first was how casual of a conversation I was having while my sister jerked me off. The second was the irony that I was a guy and I knew more about keeping my skin smooth and supple than my sister did.

“If you want,” she replied and then turned her attention fully back to my rigid cock. She started going a little faster, somewhat clumsily stroking, but still managing to make me feel good. I was already pretty close to climax, but that was expected.

“I’m almost there,” I said, panting slightly.

She glanced up at me, “Fast.” I had always been a bit of a quick shot, something that used to bother me in my youth. It bothered me enough that I made an effort to try and build my stamina through various masturbatory means. None of these methods worked, but they did provide a benefit that more than made up for it. Thanks to this “training” I could manage to ejaculate multiple times in rapid succession before my sensitivity truly began to bother me. Now that I had more or less become comfortable with my quick shots, it was very often convenient for when I was horny but had to be somewhere fast.

“Don’t worry,” I replied, “I more than make up for it in other areas.” Then I fully relaxed and let myself go. A thick stream shot from the tip of my throbbing member and splattered against her face.

Her response was to blink, mainly in surprise, but by the time the second rope created a fresh line of creamy white, she did not react. Instead, she simply maintained eye contact with me, blushing furiously. In fact, it was the redness of her cheeks that allowed me to tell she had my sperm on her face at all, since otherwise it would be barely noticeable against her pale skin. That was pretty hot to me.

A third shot fired, then a fourth. I sort of knew this would happen, what I lacked in sexual stamina I made up for in sheer quantity. My ejaculations were always long and copious. I burned through so many boxes of tissues that it was almost a problem. But in spite of being a one-guy bukkake video, Audrey remained still, allowing all of it onto her face.

“Aim it down,” I commanded in a slightly strained voice.

She did so, and not only that, leaned backward a bit, letting the next few shots fire directly onto her perfect tits. With this movement I noticed something fairly important. As far as I was aware, she had not touched herself at all this entire time, in fact the hand that was not stroking me was resting on her thigh. However, her hips were jerking slightly and twitching. And now that I really listened, I could hear some very faint hums coming from her closed lips.

When my ejaculation was over, and she was thoroughly glazed with my seed, I asked her to confirm my suspicions, “Did you just orgasm?”

She blinked, and if she could blush more than she was, she would have. But her response was to nod.

“You didn’t even need to touch yourself,” I pointed out.

She shook her head, “Don’t need to.”

“You can just will yourself to climax?”

She shook her head again, “Like a wet dream, but I’m awake. I’ve practiced.”

“Why?” I asked.

She averted her gaze this time, and her eyes were moving back and forth as if searching for an answer in the corner of the room. Only she wasn’t so much searching, it was more like she was debating something internally.

Finally, she turned back to me, “I want to be a doll.”

I tilted my head, hopefully in a manner that suggested this hadn’t quite answered my question, or at least raised more.

“That’s why you shouldn't ask permission. Dolls can't consent, they're dolls. Thinking of being your doll…” she trailed off, and I noticed her hips jerk again, a single time.

“So, you basically want me to objectify you?” I asked.

She nodded, and now it made sense. She trained herself to basically orgasm without physical stimulation so I never had to worry about whether or not she was enjoying herself, because if she were a doll I definitely wouldn’t. That was extremely kinky, I dared say it might have even been kinkier than me. I more or less felt a little silly for even having my internal debate, turns out what my sister wanted was The Queen all along.

As I contemplated this, I had been silent, and in the meantime, Audrey had been silently and patiently staring at me, awaiting my next command.

“Ah, I think I understand,” I said, “and I will do my best. However, while I understand that this is what you want, I may not necessarily want to always treat you poorly. You are still my sister and I do still love you.”

“You treat your possessions poorly?” she asked.

I blinked, and then chuckled, “Point taken.”

“Treat me however you like.”

I nodded, this seemed acceptable, “Alright, remember how I said I made up for being a quick shot?”

She nodded.

“I’m quick to recover, you can keep stroking.”

She did so, diligently and without quarrel, resuming the pace she had ended on earlier, “Your limit?” she asked, seeming to share some degree of my own curiosity.

“The most I’ve done in a row without at least a half an hour break is five times.”

Her eyes widened slightly.

“But I normally stop after two or three, depending on how horny I feel.”

She continued to stroke, eventually picking up the pace again. In the meantime, I was looking at her lips, they looked soft and supple.

“Wrap your lips around the tip,” I commanded, or more specifically, the Queen did. I was feeling a little hazy in my horniness, else I might have considered whether or not she liked the idea. Then again, I wasn’t supposed to consider that, was I?

She did so, pressing her lips against the tip and it brought me dangerously close to coming a second time right there. Then she took the tip into her mouth and began to gently suckle as her hand continued its stroking. All the while, her eyes were still locked to mine. They almost seemed to be begging me, or least it was easy to imagine they were, and this was what finally broke my dam.

This time, without any warning, I began to unleash my second wave of seed into her mouth. She was still covered in a thick layer of my spunk, and now her mouth was quickly filling up with it. She wasted no time in swallowing, which I was glad to see, because I didn’t even order her to do it. Then again, if she had been through my porn, she probably already knew that’s how I liked it.

I listened as she swallowed down each mouthful of my thick cream, only closing her eyes occasionally to aid in a particularly large gulp, otherwise they were still glued to me, and the blush on her cheeks told her I was giving her exactly what she wanted.

When I was finally done, she pulled herself off and began panting. “So much,” she said.

“That’s another way I make up for my quick shots,” I chuckled, scratching the back of my head bashfully, “You didn’t have to drink it all.”

She shook her head, “Wanted to. Always been curious.” There was a buzz at her thigh, and she quickly retrieved her phone. “Also, I ordered pizza,” she said, “should be arriving soon.”

I was about to tell her to clean herself up, but then the doorbell rang as if on cue. We both looked at each other, and the Queen had a pretty devious idea.

“Answer it.”

“Okay.” She stood up and didn’t even bother to fix her top, instead striding over to the door covered in a thick layer of my cum and with her tits hanging free. The delivery person would know exactly what it was, too, because Audrey was blushing intensely, and a few strands of my stuff ended up in her jet-black hair leaving well-contrasted strands of pearly white perfectly visible.

In the meantime, I stood exactly where I was, stroking my still-hard shaft. They’d probably be able to see me too, doing what I was doing, and that was pretty hot as well. I idly wondered if they’d ever seen a real-life femboy before, and how it might shape their interests. I had been told more times than I could count that I had personally made someone question their sexuality, from both genders too.

Audrey opened the door to reveal a uniformed delivery girl holding our pizza box out diligently. The cute girl, probably a college student looking to get some extra money to help with tuition, immediately blinked and almost stumbled backward.

“Y-your delivery,” she said shakily.

Audrey reached over to my purse hanging on the wall next to the door.

“Give her the fifty, Audrey,” I called from my position. This caused the delivery girl to look in my direction and see what I was doing. Her lightly freckled face was bright red.

“Okay,” Audrey replied and fished out my wallet, retrieving some cash. As she did, the delivery girl was staring at her, seemingly unable to comprehend what she was looking at.

Finally, Audrey handed her the bill, “Keep the change,” she said. I noted that she was handing the delivery girl the money with the same hand she used to jerk me off. This knowledge sent a pleasurable shiver up my spine again.

“And tell your boss that we didn’t tip. I know you guys have to share,” I added and winked at the girl, “hide the rest in your sock, in case they want you to turn your pockets.” I had been a delivery driver for the same pizza place when I was in high school, so I knew how it did its business.

“Th-thanks,” she replied meekly, quietly enough that I almost didn’t even hear her. Then Audrey took the pizza and closed the door. She crossed the room and placed the box on our kitchen’s island.

My sister was redder than I had seen her so far.

“That was fun,” I said, smiling.

Audrey hesitated, but nodded, “Yes.”

“You normally shower at night, right?” I asked, mostly rhetorically. I was intimately aware with her schedule since she very rarely strayed from it and I usually masturbated while she was in the shower. I didn’t have very many other private moments aside from when I was in the shower myself. It was one of the reasons my quick shots had oftentimes been convenient lately.

I didn’t even actually have my own room; this apartment was a single-bedroom layout. I typically slept on our couch. Though for all other purposes we shared the bedroom, for instance my dresser with all my clothes was in it. My computer was out in the living room, but it had always been there, and Audrey occasionally used it too.

Audrey nodded, answering my question.

“Do it after we eat, speaking of which, plate yourself up and then bring your slice over here.” I said, still stroking my cock, I was getting pretty close to a third ejaculation, and The Queen was having another idea.

Audrey did so, plating up a slice and then bringing it over to where I was standing. She held it out for me diligently when she arrived.

I took it and lowered it. Just in time, too, because in that moment my orgasm struck me, and I started shooting my load onto the plate. I specifically stopped stroking myself when I started, mainly because I didn’t want to absolutely drench it, just coat it with my own special sauce. Beyond just how absolutely hot this was to me, I more or less did it as a test. I wanted to see just how far Audrey was willing to go with the kinkiness, and if she had truly thought through the kinds of things, I would ask her to do given this kind of freedom. It was one thing to see an image of this exact scenario on my computer and think to yourself “I might be able to stomach doing that”, and actually doing it in real life.

By the time I had finished shooting, there was a layer of cum on top of the slice. If she ended up refusing it, I’d just tell her to get another slice and eat it normally. I obviously wouldn’t make her do it. But I handed the plate back to her, smiling all the same.

She took it, and much to my surprise and infinite satisfaction, she did not hesitate to bring the slice up to her mouth to take a big bite. She was doing it. She was actually eating a slice of pizza that I had spunked on and gave no visible signs of disgust at the idea of it, nor did her expression or body language portray any once she had begun chewing it. I watched her intently as she swallowed the food.

“Wow, you actually just went ahead and ate it,” I said, unable to hide the fascination in my voice, “that can’t taste good.”

She blinked, “I like it.”

In that moment I thought I could kind of understand how it was possible to climax without physical stimulation, because hearing her say that sent such a strong surge of pleasure surging through my body that I was pretty sure a bit of precum oozed from my tip even in spite of having climaxed seconds ago. In addition, this revelation had caused me to go weak in the knees, I nearly sat back down in my computer chair.

“Really? I thought sperm was really bitter.”

She shrugged, “Bitter isn’t bad on pizza. But yours isn’t very bitter. You eat lots of fruit.” Then she took another big bite. That was certainly true. I was basically addicted to pineapples and cosmic crisp apples. After swallowing this mouthful, she added, “Drank it raw before. Liked it.”

This time I had to sit down in my chair behind me, “Wow. You know, there is irony in this moment.”

She cocked an eyebrow as she continued to eat.

“I will admit, I more or less did that as a sort of test to see if you were actually serious about doing anything I wanted. In fact, I was specifically seeing if your tune would change once you were doing something incredibly kinky and most would consider gross. And in the end, I was the one who wasn’t prepared for how it would make me feel to actually see someone do this and enjoy it. Granted, my reaction was positive, but the point is I thought I was prepared, and I was not.”

She smiled slightly again. Audrey almost never laughed, but this was her way of saying she found what I said funny. “Not alone,” she said, “when I saw the images of this on your computer, I was neutral.” She then took another bite.

At least I wasn’t the only one. I was beginning to get really excited. This relationship was turning out to be very unusual, and unconventional in more ways than one, but I couldn’t wait to see what ideas I would come up with next.