I Love My Sister

“Oh fuck, Rikki.” Tara moaned as her climax rapidly approached. Three of her fingers deep in her sopping wet pussy as she held a pair of Rikki’s dirty underwear to her nose. Her legs twitching as the pressure builds within her. The smell of Rikki's panties fogging Tara's brain over with lust.

Rikki had always been Tara's secret obsession, a figure of unattainable beauty and allure. Her body was a temple that Tara longed to worship. Her toned abs, her flawless smile, her perfect boobs. Rikki was a goddess in Tara's eyes.

“Fuck, yeah right there.” Tara spoke out loud, pretending that Rikki was in the room with her. That Rikki was the one fingering her at that moment. “Oh, Rikki you’re gonna make me cum. You gonna made your little sister cum so fucking hard!”

Tara gasped, her breath hitching as she felt the impending wave of pleasure. As the wave of pleasure started to crash over her, the noise of footsteps approaching her door sounded out.

“Tara? Are you in there?” It was Rikki’s voice.

Tara’s eyes widened in panic. With a groan, Tara struggled to remove her fingers and scrambled to conceal Rikki’s underwear beneath her pillow. Her orgasm ruined and her mind in a haze, Tara feverously tried to cover the lustful act she had been participating in.

“Just a moment!” Tara called out, her voice trembling. She quickly pulled up her pants and attempted to regain her composure. The room was thick with the scent of her desire, and she hurriedly opened a window to disperse it.

“I’m off to the gym,” Rikki called through the door. “Care to join me?”

“N-no, thank you,” Tara stammered, still trying to steady her breathing. “I have some homework to finish.”

“Suit yourself, sis. Don’t overdo it with the studying!” Rikki’s footsteps retreated down the hallway.

Tara sank onto her bed, her heart still racing. That had been a close call. She could hear Rikki gathering her gym bag in the living room, followed by the sound of the front door opening and closing.

“Fuck!” Tara groaned with frustration. Much as Tara loved Rikki, Rikki had an annoying habit of interrupting Tara’s masturbation sessions.

A wicked thought pops up in Tara’s mind, you should go masturbate on top of Rikki’s pillow.

Tara hesitated, her heart still pounding from the close call. The sound of a car engine starting outside confirmed that Rikki had left for the gym.

"I shouldn't," Tara whispered to herself, but her feet were already moving from her bedroom to Rikki's bedroom door. She turned the doorknob, pushing it open slowly.

Rikki's room was a testament to her organized and athletic lifestyle, with sports posters on the walls and trophies lined up on shelves. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on the perfectly made bed.

Tara stood in the doorway, her heart racing. The familiar scent of Rikki's perfume filled the air, making her dizzy with desire. She took a tentative step forward, then another.

"This is wrong," she muttered to herself, even as she moved closer to the bed. "But I can't help it." Her fingers traced the edge of Rikki's comforter, feeling the soft fabric beneath her touch.

The room felt charged with energy, and Tara's breath came in short gasps. Tara imagined Rikki, naked as she lay in bed. The imaginary Rikki looks up at Tara with a mischievous smile, “Well come on then girl, fuck my face like your life depends on it.”

Tara's heart pounded in her chest as she straddled the imaginary Rikki's face, her body trembling with anticipation. She closed her eyes, imagining Rikki's lips and tongue exploring her most intimate areas. The thought of it sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her own fingers digging in her soaked cunt greedily.

As she moved her fingers, Tara could feel the familiar wave of pleasure building within her. Her breath hitched as she imagined Rikki's hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. The scent of Rikki's perfume filled her nostrils, intensifying her desire.

Tara's breath came in short gasps as she felt the impending wave of pleasure. Her movements became more frantic, more ****. She could feel the tension building inside her, threatening to burst at any moment.

And then, with a gasp, Tara reached her climax. Her body shook with the **** of it, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room. Her juicy pussy squirting all over Rikki’s pillow, saturating it with Tara’s juices.

Utterly spent, Tara collapsed in Rikki’s bed, her body humming with bliss. Absentmindedly, Tara continued to stroke her wet slit.

“Fuck, I’m a horrible person.” Tara sighed.

A voice from the back of her mind responded, No you aren’t dear. You’re a girl in love. There is nothing wrong with that.

Another voice called out from the recesses of her mind, Besides, even if you are a bad person, who cares. You’ve seen Rikki, you know how she looks. That girl was designed to be violated and fucked. Who better than by her own sister?

Tara pondered, her heart still pounding from the intensity of her climax. She sat up, her gaze drifting around Rikki's room, taking in the trophies and sports posters that adorned the walls. The afternoon sun cast a warm glow, and a gentle breeze rustled the curtains.

She stood up, her legs still quivering slightly, her mind a whirlwind of guilt and desire. Her eyes fell on a framed photograph on Rikki's dresser - Rikki in her soccer uniform, grinning triumphantly after winning the championship game. Tara picked up the frame, her fingers tracing the contours of Rikki's face.

"Why did you have to be my sister?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Why couldn't you just be some random girl?"

She placed the photo back on the dresser and caught her reflection in Rikki's full-length mirror. Her sickly pale skin. Her long, unkempt black hair. Her grey-blue eyes, still cloudy with the fog of lust.

(Below is the artwork that inspired Tara)

What Tara saw most was her own body. Pathetic in comparison to Rikki. Her petite, thin bodily frame and small, perky boobs. Tara was built like an anorexic stick. While Rikki… that was a woman.

Silently, Tara left Rikki’s room. The wet stain on Rikki’s pillow already beginning to dry…

---

Across town, Rikki was stepping out of her car, her athletic frame exuding confidence. The gym was unusually quiet today, and she was eager to take advantage of the uncrowded space. Her muscular physique, a testament to her dedication to fitness, contrasted starkly with Tara's frail form.

As Rikki entered the locker room, Rikki was greeted by a couple other regulars who Rikki had come to know over the years. Confidently, Rikki began to strip away her clothes, revealing her toned physique and golden tan skin. Her underwear and bra were a simple, black pair. As Rikki started to put on her workout clothes, she mused about her sister.

Tara had always worried Rikki. Not that Rikki felt any negative feelings from Tara, but that Tara never seemed to want to get out of the house. Rikki had hoped that by letting Tara room with her, that Tara would start to get out of her comfort zone.

“Damn girl, you look hot as fuck!” Rikki turned to see her friends Joanna and Lara.

Joanna is a lean, with bright blue hair styled in a short, messy bob. She dresses in casual, punk-inspired clothes. Lara has a toned, athletic build with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She wears practical, exercise ready clothing.

Joanna:

Lara:

Joanna, the one who’d spoken earlier, playfully groped Rikki’s boobs, “Shit girl, every time I see these beauties it’s like they got bigger and firmer!”

Rikki laughed, pushing Joanna away playfully. "Stop it, you'll make me blush!" she said, her cheeks flushing a deep red.

Lara chimed in, "You know, Rikki, you should consider entering a bodybuilding competition. With a physique like that, you'd be a shoo-in for the top prize."

Rikki waved her hand dismissively. "Nah, that's not really my thing. I just like to stay in shape, you know?"

Joanna rolled her eyes. "You're too modest, Rikki. You could be a star if you wanted to."

Rikki shrugged, changing the subject. "So, what's the plan for today? I was thinking of doing some cardio and then hitting the chests."

Lara nodded in agreement. "Sounds good to me. I need to burn off some of the calories from last night's pizza binge."

Joanna laughed. "I’ll I heard was ‘chest’.” Joanna only half playing as she ogled Rikki’s impressive rack.

As they made their way to the gym floor, Rikki couldn't help but think about Tara. She knew her sister was struggling with something, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. She hoped that by spending more time with Tara, she could help her sister find her way.

“So girl, any plans for the rest of the day?” Joanna asked.

Rikki adjusted her sports bra, her toned muscles rippling with the movement. "I'm actually heading home after this," she replied to Joanna's question about her plans. "Tara's been acting strange, and I want to check on her."

Joanna pouted, her hands on her hips. "We were thinking of hitting up that new club downtown. You know, the one Tyler's been raving about?"

Rikki shook her head, starting her warm-up stretches. Her athletic body flexed with each movement, catching the attention of other gym-goers. "Maybe another time. I really should spend more time with Tara."

Lara, who was starting her own stretches beside Rikki, commented, "Your sister needs to get out more. She's like a recluse or something, always hiding in her room."

"I know," Rikki sighed, "That's why I invited her to live with me. I thought maybe..." She trailed off, focusing on her stretches.

Joanna's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Hey, why don't we all come over to your place instead? We could order pizza, watch movies. Maybe it'll help Tara come out of her shell?"

Rikki considered this for a moment as she moved to the treadmill. Her head nodding, “Yeah that’s a good idea. Some social interaction she can’t run away from.”

Joanna’s face brightened at Rikki’s words, her hands clapping together. “Perfect! I’ll text the others. We can make it a proper get-together!”

“Not a party,” Rikki corrected, starting her warm-up jog on the treadmill. Her well-endowed chest bounced slightly despite the sports bra’s firm support. “Just a small gathering. I don’t want to overwhelm her.”

Lara, who had taken the treadmill next to Rikki’s, increased her speed to match her friend’s pace. “Should we bring anything? Maybe some snacks or drinks?”

“Yeah, but nothing too crazy,” Rikki replied, her breathing steady as she picked up her pace. Sweat was beginning to form on her bronzed skin, making it glisten under the gym’s fluorescent lights. “Tara’s not much of a drinker.”

Joanna, who had claimed the treadmill on Rikki’s other side, was already typing away on her phone. “Tyler and Jacob are in. Tommy can’t make it though - something about his sister’s recital.”

Rikki nodded, her short blonde hair swaying with each stride. She could feel the familiar burn in her muscles, the sensation that always made her feel invigorated.

Of course, that wasn't the only thing she felt. Rikki sighed contently, as the familiar sensation of her pussy growing wet greeted her. Rikki had always had a high sex drive, impossibly high in some sense. Ever since she’d hit puberty, Rikki’s pussy had gone into overdrive. Now, the most average activity sent her into a lustful haze.

Rikki had pretty good self-control though. She’d decided that just because her body made her horny all the time she didn’t need to behave like a depraved whore.

Joanna was a better fit for that role anyway, Rikki would think to herself.

Rikki instead had learned that roughly twice a day, if she could manage to cum, she could keep herself under control.

As Rikki's jog persisted, she felt her nipples stiffen under her sports bra, a testament to her escalating arousal. She stole a glance at the clock - still thirty minutes left of cardio. The rhythmic friction of her thighs with each stride only exacerbated the dampness between her legs.

"Everything alright, Rikki?" Lara inquired, noticing her friend's rosy complexion. "You seem a bit flushed."

"Just warming up," Rikki replied, striving to maintain a steady tone. She raised the treadmill's incline, hoping the increased effort would divert her attention from the mounting desire. It didn't.

Joanna, still engrossed in her phone, chimed in again. "What time should we drop by? I was thinking around seven?" She looked at Rikki.

Rikki nodded, her bosom now bouncing more visibly as she accelerated. "Seven's fine," she managed to say, her thoughts already scheming a quick masturbation session before the guests arrived. She knew she'd need it, especially after Joanna groping her.

“Ok great, like I said Jacob and Tyler are in. So they’ll grab food, and I’ll handle the drinks.” Joanna declared.

“Oh god, just don’t go crazy.” Rikki begged.

“She won’t, I’ll go with her so she doesn’t buy a bar's worth of ****.” Lara chuckled.

Rikki exhaled deeply, attempting to concentrate on her running technique rather than the increasing dampness between her thighs. Each step was growing more and more distracting, her legs rubbing together with a slippery friction that only amplified her desire.

"By the way, remember the game of Never Have I Ever at Tyler's?" Joanna smirked, still engrossed in her phone. "That was quite a night."

Rikki inwardly cringed. The last thing she needed was to recall that evening - particularly the part where they had all wound up naked in Tyler's pool. The recollection only served to intensify her already overpowering arousal.

Her sports bra felt increasingly tight as her nipples hardened further, and she could feel beads of sweat trickling down between her breasts. The steady beat of her feet hitting the treadmill belt echoed her accelerating heart rate.

"What do you think about some games tonight?" Joanna proposed, raising her eyebrows suggestively. "Just to help Tara relax a bit."

"Jo, be good," Lara cautioned, but there was a hint of amusement in her voice. "We don't want to frighten her."

“Oh fine, God I’m already regretting this. If we have to be so gentle with Tara that we can’t have some real fun, then this is gonna be a chore.” Joanna pouted.

Fuck, just shut up you slut, Rikki thought to herself. Images of Joanna on her back as Rikki **** the girl's lips to her wet cunt danced in Rikki’s vision.

Rikki nodded in agreement, her focus divided between the conversation and her own mounting arousal. The rhythmic thudding of her feet against the treadmill seemed to echo the pounding of her heart, each step sending a shiver of pleasure through her. She knew she needed to distract herself, to think of anything other than the growing desire between her legs.

"Maybe we could play some board games?" Lara suggested, her gaze flicking between Joanna's phone and Rikki's flushed face. "Something light and fun?"

"Sure, that sounds good," Rikki replied, her voice strained as she tried to maintain her composure. She increased the incline on the treadmill once more, hoping the added effort would help her focus.

Joanna rolled her eyes, her fingers still flying over her phone screen. "Fine, we'll play your boring games. But I'm bringing some of my own too."

Rikki didn't respond, her attention now fully on the task of maintaining her pace. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, practically an ocean of her pussy juice having pooled there. She knew she needed to find a way to relieve the tension before the evening's festivities began.

"Alright, that's enough for today," Rikki finally declared, slowing the treadmill to a stop. She could feel the sweat dripping down her face, her body still trembling with the remnants of her desire.

"You okay, Rikki?" Lara asked, concern etched on her face. "You seem a bit... off."

"I'm fine," Rikki assured her, forcing a smile. "Let’s hit the bench press"

---

Roughly 45 minutes later, and the girls had finished their workout. While Joanna and Lara had worked up a good sweat, Rikki was drenched with it. Her muscles burned, and her pussy ached lustfully.

As she made her way to the locker room, Rikki couldn't help but think about the night ahead. She knew she needed to find a way to relieve her desire before it became too much to handle. But with the evening's events already planned, she wasn't sure how she would find the time.

“So, we heading out?” Joanna asked.

“You guys get going, I’m gonna take a shower before I leave.” Rikki’s heat pounding in her chest, her pussy twitching impatiently.

“Ok, see ya girl.” Lara waved at Rikki.

“Awe, I have to say goodbye to my precious girls,” Joanna faked sobbed as she groped Rikki’s tits once more. “God if only you were a lezzie Rikki. I’d never stop playing with these fun bags.”

“Get off me you slut,” Rikki playfully shoved Joanna away. “Go on, get out of here.”

“Bye bye!” Joanna waved as she and Lara left the locker room.

Rikki watched them leave, then quickly scanned the area. The locker room was deserted. Perfect. She hastened to the shower stalls, her heart pounding with anticipation.

She hung her towel on the hook outside one of the stalls and stepped inside, drawing the curtain closed. Her hands were trembling as she turned on the water, adjusting the temperature until it was just right.

The warm water cascaded over her athletic form, washing away the sweat from her workout. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Rikki's heart pounded in her chest as she heard the locker room door open, and the voices of other gym members echo through the space. She knew she couldn't wait until she got home to relieve her pent-up desire.

Trying to remain as quiet as possible, Rikki took her right breast in hand and began to gently massage it, her fingers finding her nipple and teasing it to a hard peak. With her other hand, she slowly began to explore the slick folds of her womanhood, her fingers sliding easily through the evidence of her arousal.

The warm water from the shower cascaded over her athletic form, washing away the sweat from her workout and heightening her senses. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart and focus on the sensations coursing through her body.

As the voices of the other gym members faded into the background, Rikki allowed herself to get lost in the pleasure of her own touch. She moved her fingers in slow, deliberate circles, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt the first stirrings of her orgasm building deep within her core.

Images of Rikki’s friends formed in her mind. Tyler’s abs, Jacob’s eyes, Lara’s hands, Joanna’s tits. Fuck her thoughts were a kaleidoscope of her friends. Joanna’s voice echoed in Rikki’s mind, “God if only you were a lezzie Rikki.” Rikki chuckled. Oh, you have no idea Joanna, Rikki thought.

Rikki's fantasies grew more vivid as she continued to pleasure herself, envisioning her friends joining her in the shower. She could almost feel Joanna's hands exploring her body, Lara's lips meeting her own, and Tyler and Jacob watching in awe as she climaxed.

The mental image was overwhelming. Her orgasm built rapidly, her body tensing as she increased the pressure on her sensitive nub. She stifled a moan, her eyes fluttering shut as she reached her peak.

Rikki bit her tongue as she held back what would’ve been a glass shattering scream. Her orgasm crashing down on her like a tsunami. Her cunt squirting profusely all over the shower walls and floor.

The intensity of her climax left her legs wobbling, her body quivering as she leaned against the cool shower tiles for support. The water continued its gentle cascade, rinsing away the traces of her release. Rikki's breaths came in ragged gasps, her heart hammering against her ribcage. She could feel the tension that had coiled within her gradually dissipating, replaced by a warm, languid contentment.

For a brief moment, she allowed herself to simply bask in the afterglow, the water a soothing balm against her sensitive skin. But as the fog of pleasure began to lift, Rikki's thoughts returned to reality. She knew she couldn't linger in the shower indefinitely.

With a deep breath, she reached for the soap, lathering up her hands before gliding them over her body. She took her time, washing away the sweat and the remnants of her arousal, her fingers tracing the curves and contours of her athletic form.

As she rinsed off, Rikki heard the locker room door open once more. The sound of voices and laughter echoed through the air, a reminder that she wasn't alone. She turned off the water and reached for her towel, wrapping it securely around her body.

Stepping out of the shower stall, Rikki caught her reflection in the mirror. Her skin was flushed from the heat of the water, her eyes sparkling with the remnants of her orgasm. She towel-dried her hair, the short, tomboyish cut bouncing back into place with ease.

She quickly dressed, pulling on her favorite pair of jeans and a fitted tank top that accentuated her toned physique. As she tied her shoes, Rikki's mind wandered back to the evening ahead. The thought of the gathering at her place brought a smile to her lips.

---

Later that evening, Rikki has returned home and is speaking with Tara:

“But Rikki, I don’t want a party.” Tara complains. “I wanted to just have a quiet night with you. Watch a movie maybe.”

“Tara, all you do is have quiet nights. You don’t go out; you don’t meet people.” Rikki says, “This is a chance for you to make some friends. Plus, I have a couple of guy friends coming over, who knows maybe you’ll hit it off with one of them.”

Tara rolled her eyes, in her mind she says, I’m fucking gay! But she knew she couldn't tell Rikki that. Instead, she just sighed and said, "Fine, but I'm not promising anything."

Rikki smiled and gave Tara a quick hug. "That's all I ask, sis. Now, let's get this place ready for our guests."

As they began to tidy up the living room, Tara couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. She knew she couldn't keep her feelings for Rikki a secret forever, but she also knew that revealing them could ruin their relationship.

Meanwhile, Rikki was excited for the evening ahead. She loved having people over and was looking forward to introducing Tara to some of her friends.

As they finished tidying up, the doorbell rang. Rikki quickly ran to answer it, while Tara hung back, feeling nervous. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

Rikki opened the door to reveal Joanna and Lara, who both greeted her with big hugs. "Hey, girl!" Joanna exclaimed. "We're so excited for tonight!"

"Me too," Rikki said with a smile. "Come on in."

As they entered the living room, Joanna and Lara both greeted Tara with warm smiles. Tara **** a smile in return, trying to hide her discomfort.

"Hey, Tara," Joanna said. "You look great tonight."

"Thanks," Tara mumbled, looking away.

"Hey, where are the guys?" Rikki asked.

"They were right behind us. Should be here any second.” Lara says.

As if on cue, another knock echoed through the house. Rikki dashed towards the door, her excitement palpable. She swung it open to reveal Tyler and Jacob, both grinning broadly. Each carried a six-pack of beer, and Jacob had a small bag of snacks tucked under his arm.

Jacob is a lean redhead, with green eyes and a wide smile. Tyler is tall, with dark tan skin and brown hair. His eyes blue and captivating.

Jacob:

Tyler:

"Hey guys!" Rikki greeted them, pulling them into quick hugs. The scent of their cologne wafted into her nostrils. They smelled pretty good.

Tara observed from her spot in the living room, her anxiety growing with each passing second. She could feel Joanna's gaze on her, probably trying to gauge her reaction to the male visitors. If only they knew how little interest she had in them.

"Tara, come meet Tyler and Jacob," Rikki called out, beckoning her sister over. Tara hesitantly pushed herself away from the wall she'd been leaning against and approached the group. Her eyes kept flicking towards Rikki, watching how her sister's tank top stretched across her chest as she moved.

"Hi," Tara managed to utter, forcing herself to look at the guys instead of her sister. Tyler gave her a friendly wave while Jacob extended his hand for a shake, which Tara accepted with slight hesitation.

Joanna plopped onto the couch, already making herself comfortable. "So, what's the plan for tonight? Please tell me we're not just going to sit around playing board games like Lara suggested." She pulled her legs up under her, her short skirt riding up slightly.

"I brought Cards Against Humanity," Tyler announced, pulling the black box from his backpack. The suggestion was met with enthusiastic approval from everyone except Tara, who was still hovering uncertainly between the group and her previous safe corner.

“Ok fine, but first we all do a shot.” Joanna insists, “let’s get this party started right!”

"I'll grab the glasses!" Rikki chirped, heading to the kitchen. Tara's gaze lingered on her sister's retreating figure, her heart pounding at the sight of Rikki's jeans accentuating her athletic form.

Joanna revealed a bottle of top-shelf tequila from his bag, placing it on the coffee table with a triumphant grin. "Only the finest," she boasted. Rikki returned, setting a small bowl of lime wedges and some shot glasses in the table.

Tara's stomach churned as she observed the preparations. She wasn't much of a drinker, preferring to keep her mind clear for her private musings. But now, with everyone's eyes occasionally flicking towards her, she felt compelled to join in.

"Come on, sis," Rikki urged, patting the spot next to her on the couch. Tara's breath caught at the invitation, her body moving almost instinctively to sit beside her sister.

Joanna, already settled on the floor, started pouring the shots with practiced ease. "Everyone gets one," she declared, distributing the glasses. Her skirt rode up further as she leaned forward, seemingly oblivious or indifferent.

Tara accepted her glass with trembling hands, trying not to focus on how Rikki's thigh was now pressed against hers on the crowded couch. The contact sent a jolt through her body, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else.

"To this!" Lara proposed, raising her glass.

Everyone downed their shots, Tara gagging at the burning sensation that followed.

Tyler looked at Lara with a critical expression, "To this? Seriously, that's what you toast too?"

"What?" Lara asked, "Was it that bad?"

"It was horrible." Rikki laughs, "But that's ok, it's so bad its good."

"Pfft, I wouldn't say that." Joanna says.

"Whatever." Jacob groans, "Everyone do another shot!"

"Another one?" Tara groaned.

"Come on Tara, live a little." Joanna coaxes.

Tara looks at Rikki, her nervous expression plain on her face. Rikki smiles at Tara, "Come on Tara, just one more. It'll help you unwind."

"Okay..." Tara sighs as Joanna pours everyone a second shot.

---

A few hours later, the party is in full swing. Music plays loudly, drinks flow freely, and the group chat amongst themselves.

Rikki sits on the couch, Jacob on one side of her and Joanna on the other. Jacob was a stereotypical rich kid, with his father's trust fund to life off of forever. He was a decent guy, if not a bit of a douche.

Both Jacob and Joanna took turns giving Rikki drinks. Each of them hoping to get Rikki drunk enough to sleep with one of them.

Meanwhile, Tyler finished a convocation with Lara. Tyler being the hardworking jock in the group, making his way through college on a football scholarship. He was a good dude, fun loving and hard working. Plus, he was in seriously good shape, only person in the room who was built better than Rikki.

Lara was cute, Tara thought. If Tara wasn’t so in love with Rikki, Tara might even make a pass at her.

Tyler finished his conversation with Lara and made his way over to Tara. “So, Tara. You’ve been quiet all night.”

Tyler’s voice pulled Tara from her thoughts, her grey-blue eyes meeting his. She shifted in her seat, the **** making her head swim slightly. “I... I’m just not much of a party person,” she murmured, her gaze drifting back to Rikki on the couch.

Her sister was laughing at something Jacob had said, her head thrown back, exposing her neck. Tara felt a familiar heat rise in her chest as she watched a drop of sweat trail down Rikki's throat and disappear beneath her collar. Joanna was practically draped over Rikki's other side, her hand casually resting on Rikki's thigh.

“Come on, you should join us,” Tyler suggested, gesturing toward the group. “Your sister’s been telling us you’re really into video games. I play a bit myself.” He flashed a friendly smile, clearly trying to draw her out of her shell.

Tara nodded absently; her attention still fixed on Rikki. She watched as her sister shifted on the couch, her perfect breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. The thin fabric of Rikki's tank top did little to hide her athletic frame, and Tara found herself imagining what lay beneath.

“Hey, you okay?” Tyler’s voice snapped her back to reality. “You seem a bit out of it.” He placed a concerned hand on her shoulder, which made her flinch slightly.

“What?” Tara snapped her attention back to Tyler, “Oh sorry, I just. I don’t like big social gatherings.” Tara murmured; her eyes still locked on her sister.

Tyler, understanding her discomfort, took a seat beside her. "That's alright, we can just chat here if you prefer. What kind of games do you enjoy?"

Tara's attention, however, was elsewhere. She was fixated on the scene unfolding on the couch. Joanna had moved her hand further up Rikki’s thigh. The sight stirred a sense of envy within Tara. She watched as Rikki took another shot, her throat bobbing as she swallowed, a droplet of liquid escaping the corner of her mouth.

Jacob leaned in, whispering something in Rikki's ear that elicited another laugh. His hand rested casually on the back of the couch, fingers barely grazing Rikki's shoulder. Tara's hands balled into fists in her lap.

Tyler waved his hand in front of Tara, chuckling, "Hey, Tara, are you with us? Maybe you should take it easy on the drinks."

Tara **** herself to meet Tyler's concerned gaze. "I'm fine," she replied, taking another sip despite his advice. The **** was clouding her mind, but it wasn't enough to numb the ache in her chest as she watched Joanna lean into whisper something to Rikki.

The music seemed to intensify, or perhaps it was just the blood rushing in Tara's ears. She watched as Rikki shifted, her tank top riding up slightly to reveal a strip of tanned, toned stomach. Tara's mouth went dry at the sight, recalling how she had touched herself on Rikki's bed earlier that day.

"I guess I’m boring you huh?” Tyler chuckled.

“Huh?” Tara looked back at Tyler, her face growing red with shame. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“Hey, it’s cool,” Tyler looks over in Joanna and Rikki’s direction, “She’s hot huh?”

“Hm?” Tara’s face went even redder at the insinuation. Did Tyler just ask me if my sister is hot? Tara thinks to herself.

Tyler looks back at Tara, “Oh come on, I saw you checking her out. You can say it. Joanna is one hot chick.”

Tara exhaled with relief; Tyler had mistaken who Tara was crushing over. She smiled innocently, “Yeah, yeah she's hot alright.”

“I knew it. Lesbian aren’t ya.” Tyler asks coyly.

Tara's pulse quickened at Tyler's query; her thoughts jumbled in search of a suitable response. "I... um... I'm not really certain," she fumbled, taking another anxious sip of her drink. The **** was muddling her thoughts, and she found her gaze drifting back to Rikki.

"Hey, no judgement here," Tyler reassured her with a warm smile. "Love is love, right?" He followed her gaze back to the couch, where Joanna was now virtually sitting in Rikki's lap, her hand higher now, right over Rikki's abs.

The sight stirred a pang of jealousy in Tara. She watched as Rikki chuckled again, her flawless breasts giggling with the movement. Jacob had moved closer too, his arm now fully encircling Rikki's shoulders. The trio seemed to be in their own little universe.

"I need another drink," Tara murmured, standing up a bit too hastily. The room spun slightly, and she had to steady herself against the wall. As she made her way to the kitchen, she could hear Joanna's high-pitched giggle behind her.

In the kitchen, Tara leaned against the counter, trying to regain her composure. Through the doorway, she had a clear view of Rikki. The hair on Tara's neck rising at the thought of being with her.

Lara entered the kitchen, startling Tara from her reverie. "Hey," Lara said softly, reaching past Tara to grab a bottle of vodka. "You holding up okay? You look pale."

Tara nodded mutely, watching as Rikki stood up from the couch, stretching her arms above her head. Then, she pulled her shirt back down, covering her stomach at the same time as she revealed more of her cleavage. Tara quickly looked away; her face flushed.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, tired ya know.” Tara lied to Lara.

“Hmm, ok,” Lara nods, “hey, if you’re not up for any more of this, just say so. It’s your house too, we don’t want to **** you to do anything.”

“No its fi-“ Tara starts to say.

“Hey everyone!” Joanna calls out, interrupting Tara, “Let’s play spin the bottle!”

Tara's heart leaped at the proposal, her mind a whirlwind of anticipation and apprehension. She observed as Rikki's face brightened with eagerness, her sister already shuffling to clear space in the living room's center.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Joanna insisted, snatching an empty beer bottle from the coffee table. She placed it in the middle of the newly formed circle, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Tara wavered in the kitchen doorway, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. The thought of potentially locking lips with Rikki filled her with a dizzying longing, but the prospect of witnessing her sister kiss others filled her with envy.

"You joining us?" Lara inquired gently, nudging Tara's shoulder. "You don't have to if you don't want to."

Before Tara could answer, Rikki hollered from the living room. "Come on, sis! Don't be such a wallflower!" Her sister's voice was slightly slurred, the **** clearly taking its toll.

Tara watched as Jacob and Joanna nestled themselves on either side of Rikki, their bodies pressed close to her sister's. The sight made her stomach churn with jealousy, yet she found herself moving towards the circle regardless.

"That's the spirit!" Tyler grinned, patting the carpet beside him. Tara lowered herself to the floor, attempting to disregard how Joanna's hand was now resting on Rikki's knee.

"Alright, who's going first?" Joanna asked, her eyes scanning the circle with predatory interest. Her gaze lingered on Rikki, and her magnificent tits.

"I'll start," Jacob volunteered, reaching for the bottle. Tara held her breath as it began to spin, her heart pounding in her chest.

Round and round the bottle spun until finally, it landed on Lara.

Lara tittered nervously as Jacob leaned forward, their lips meeting in a brief, playful kiss that elicited cheers from the group. Tara watched with feigned enthusiasm, her gaze constantly returning to Rikki.

"My turn!" Lara declared, sending the bottle into a confident spin. After several rotations, it slowed to a stop, pointing at Joanna. The room erupted into cheers as the two girls locked eyes.

“Come on Lara, you know you’ve wanted this.” Joanna teases, gesturing to her body.

“Oh, shut up and kiss me,” Lara laughs.

Joanna leaned forward, capturing Lara's lips in a passionate kiss that lingered far longer than Jacob's earlier one. Their tongues danced visibly, causing the group to whoop and holler. Tara noticed Rikki squirming beside them, her sister's cheeks flushed crimson.

"Alright, alright, save some for later you two," Rikki chuckled, gently pushing them apart.

"My turn!" Joanna announced, still wiping her lips. She grabbed the bottle and gave it an enthusiastic spin. Tara's heart nearly stopped as the bottle began to slow, pointing towards her section of the circle. But fate had other plans - it landed squarely on Rikki.

Tara's stomach clenched as Joanna's eyes lit up with obvious desire. "Finally!" Joanna exclaimed, already crawling towards Rikki. Tara watched in agony as Joanna straddled her sister's lap, pressing their bodies together.

"Jo, come on," Rikki protested weakly, but her laughter betrayed her enjoyment. Joanna didn't waste any time, pressing her lips against Rikki's in a deep, sensual kiss. Tara could see their tongues meeting, could hear the soft moan that escaped her sister's throat.

Jacob whistled while Tyler cheered them on. Tara felt sick, her hands trembling as she watched Joanna's fingers tangle in Rikki's short hair. The kiss seemed to last an eternity before they finally separated, both breathing heavily.

"Damn, Rikki," Joanna purred, still perched on her lap. "You've been holding out on me." She slowly climbed off, making sure to brush against Rikki's breasts as she did so.

Rikki locked her lips, the taste of Joanna’s tongue ingrained inside her mouth. “Damn, that was...” Rikki was speechless.

“Hot huh, maybe so hot we can do it again?” Joanna flirted.

“Maybe later,” Rikki blushed, “for now. It’s my turn.” Rikki declared, her fingers slightly quivering as she reached for the bottle. With a firm grip, Rikki spun the bottle, and everyone's gaze followed its rotation on the carpet.

As it began to slow, the bottle passed Jacob, then Tyler, and finally Lara. Tara's heart skipped a beat as it continued to decelerate, pointing in her direction. Time seemed to stand still as the bottle made its final rotation, coming to a halt right in front of her.

A chorus of "Ooohs" echoed around the room. Tara's face flushed crimson as she locked eyes with Rikki, whose blue eyes were slightly glassy from the **** but still held a playful spark that made Tara's stomach flutter.

"Well, well," Joanna giggled, "keeping it in the family, huh?"

"Shut up, Jo," Rikki laughed, already crawling towards Tara. The movement caused her breasts to sway beneath her tank top, and Tara couldn't look away. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she was sure everyone could hear it.

"Come here, sis," Rikki whispered, now kneeling in front of Tara. The scent of her sister's body wash mixed with a hint of sweat made Tara's head spin. Or maybe it was the ****. Or both.

Tara leaned forward hesitantly, her entire body trembling with anticipation. This was everything she had dreamed of, yet she was terrified of revealing too much in front of everyone. Rikki's hand came up to cup her cheek, and Tara nearly whimpered at the touch.

“Don’t look at them,” Rikki said softly, “just focus on me, ok?”

Tara nodded weakly, her entire body trembling as Rikki leaned in closer. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only her and her sister in this moment. Rikki's warm breath ghosted across her lips, smelling faintly of the vodka shots they'd been drinking.

Their lips met softly at first, just a gentle press that sent electricity coursing through Tara's body. She fought to keep her hands still in her lap, terrified of revealing too much if she touched Rikki. But then Rikki's tongue traced her bottom lip, and Tara couldn't suppress her quiet moan.

Taking advantage of Tara's parted lips, Rikki deepened the kiss. Her tongue slipped into Tara's mouth, exploring gently. Tara's head spun with the realization that she was tasting her sister, something she'd fantasized about countless times while alone in her room.

Rikki's hand was still cupping her cheek, thumb stroking softly against her skin. The tender gesture combined with the passionate kiss made Tara's heart ache. She could feel herself getting wet, her body responding eagerly to everything she'd dreamed of for so long.

“Damn, that’s hot,” Joanna's voice broke through Tara's haze, reminding her they weren't alone. She started to pull back, but Rikki's hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her close for a moment longer.

When they finally separated, Tara's chest was heaving. She stared into Rikki's eyes, seeing a hint of confusion there that made her stomach clench. Had she revealed too much? Had Rikki felt how desperately Tara had returned that kiss?

“Wow, sis,” Rikki laughed softly, breaking the tension. “Who knew you could kiss like that?” She gave Tara's shoulder a playful push before returning to her spot in the circle.

“That was hot as fuck!” Tyler cheered.

“Yeah, damn Rikki,” Joanna moaned, clearly turned on.

“Hey, come on, it was just a kiss.” Rikki laughed, “didn’t mean nothing.”

Rikki's dismissive words stung Tara, even as she knew they were true. The taste of her sister's vodka-tinged saliva still lingered on her lips, a fleeting memory she longed to savor.

Tyler nudges Tara, “Hey, your turn.”

Tara's hands tremble as she reaches for the bottle, her mind still spinning from the kiss. The cool glass feels foreign beneath her fingers as she spins it, the dim light catching its movement. Her gaze keeps flickering towards Rikki, who's now lounging against the couch, her tank top revealing her cleavage daringly.

"Come on, bottle!" Joanna cheers, her voice echoing the tension in the room. The bottle slows, passing Lara and Jacob, before finally stopping at Tyler.

Tyler grins, his hair tousled as he moves towards the center. Tara leans in, her mind filled with emptiness. His kiss is technically good, but it's a stark contrast to Rikki's.

As Tyler pulls away, Tara catches Rikki's gaze, her sister's expression unreadable. They share a brief moment before Rikki looks away, taking another swig of vodka. The **** has left a rosy flush on her cheeks, enhancing her beauty.

"Nice one, Tyler," Jacob laughs, reaching for the bottle. "Your turn now."

The night goes on for a bit longer this way. The group continues to play spin the bottle, unfortunately for Tara as Rikki kissed literally everyone multiple times except for her.

Drinks continued to be drunk, the group becoming increasingly drunk and sloppy as the night wore on. Except for Tyler and Tara. Finally, as the clock struck 3am, Tyler called it for the night.

“Ok everyone, as the most sober man here, it is my job to get you delinquents home safe and sound.” He looks to Tara and a blind drunk Rikki, “don’t gotta worry bout you two thankfully.

Tara observed as Tyler aided the others in collecting their belongings, her pulse still racing from the memory of Rikki's kiss. Joanna wobbled slightly, laughing as she leaned on Lara for support. Jacob was already half-asleep on the couch, requiring Tyler's assistance to stand.

"Thanks for having us," Lara slurred, embracing Rikki tightly, causing a pang of envy in Tara's stomach. Rikki swayed slightly, her balance unstable after the numerous vodka shots.

"Anytime," Rikki murmured, her words slightly slurred. She attempted to take a step forward but stumbled, catching herself against the wall. Tara instinctively moved closer, ready to help if necessary.

Joanna stepped forward and took Rikki in her embrace, “Oh, I don’t wanna leave. I’m having so much fun with my bff Rikki.” Joanna’s hands finding their way to Rikki’s ass.

"Mmm, love you too, Jo," Rikki giggled.

Tara observed the scene with a blend of envy and worry, noticing her sister's unsteady footing. She stepped forward, putting a hand on Rikki's shoulder. With her best fake smile, Tara spoke, "Okay you two, let's get on now. It's late and you two are way too drunk for anything more."

Joanna scowled at Tara, "We're fiiiiine. Don't be such a buzz-" Joanna burps, "-buzzkill."

"Jo," Rikki softly shushed, "Its fine. We're fine." Rikki put her arms around Tara and Joanna, "I love you guys."

"Mmmhh, I love you too." Joanna sighed as she instantly grabbed Rikki's boob. Tara wanted to scream. It took everything she had to play it cool.

"Come on you minx," Tyler commands, appearing behind Joanna.

"I don wanna." Joanna groaned, her speech slurring.

"Come on, let's leave these girls in peace." Tyler picking Joanna up with one arm and tossing her effortlessly over his shoulder.

"Nooo," Joanna complained.

Tyler winks at Tara as he gathers the others, guiding them toward the exit while preventing Jacob from colliding with furniture.

"Text me when you get home!" Rikki shouted as Tyler led the group out the door. She waved energetically, nearly losing her balance once more. Tara moved closer, ready to support her sister if needed.

Once the door closed behind their departing guests, Rikki turned to Tara, her glassy blue eyes shining. "That was fun, wasn't it?" she slurred, taking a wobbly step forward. "I wanted you to enjoy yourself."

"Yeah, it was... memorable," Tara whispered, her heart pounding as Rikki drew nearer. The mingling scents of vodka and her sister's natural fragrance left her lightheaded with desire.

"Can you help me to my room?" Rikki asked, reaching out to steady herself against Tara's shoulder. The touch sent a jolt through Tara's body, and she fought to maintain her composure.

"Of course," Tara murmured, wrapping an arm around Rikki's waist. She could feel the warmth of her sister's skin through the thin tank top, and the firm muscles beneath made her fingers tingle.

They made their way down the hallway at a leisurely pace, Rikki occasionally stumbling and leaning against Tara. Each time their bodies connected, Tara's breath hitched, recalling the kiss they'd shared earlier.

"You're such a caring sister," Rikki mumbled, her head resting against Tara's shoulder. "Looking after me like this. And you're a fantastic kisser, too."

“You’re just drunk,” Tara dismisses, “But thank you. That’s very sweet.”

“No, I’m serious.” Rikki pouts as she leans against her bedroom door, “You are a great kisser. Like, I’d kiss you again anytime.”

Tara knew Rikki was just talking nonsense, Joanna and Jacob had gotten the girl good and drunk. Had Tara not been here, she imagined that one or both of them would’ve taken advantage of Rikki, especially Joanna.

“Ok, come on.” Tara ushered Rikki into her room. “Time for bed.”

Rikki staggered into her chamber, almost tripping as she attempted to remove her shoes. Tara swiftly steadied her sister, her hands gripping Rikki's warm, muscular waist. The contact made her pulse quicken, and she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks.

"I can undress myself," Rikki insisted, though her actions proved otherwise as she grappled with the hem of her tank top. She swayed precariously, and Tara had to catch her again.

"Just let me help you," Tara whispered, her voice trembling slightly. Her fingers brushed against Rikki's exposed stomach as she assisted in lifting the tank top. The firm muscles beneath her fingertips made her mouth go dry.

Rikki raised her arms, allowing Tara to pull the top off completely. Her ample breasts bounced free from the shirt, her nipples hard and tantalizing. Tara's eyes lingered for a moment too long, savoring the sight of her sisters perfect tits and delectable nipples.

"You're so good to me, Tara," Rikki slurred, reaching out to stroke Tara's cheek. The gentle touch sent shivers down Tara's spine. "Such a good sister."

Tara helped Rikki sit on the edge of her bed, trying to ignore the way her sister's shorts had ridden up, exposing more of her tanned, toned thighs. "Do you need help with anything else?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Just my shorts," Rikki mumbled, attempting to unbutton them but failing. She looked up at Tara with those deep blue eyes, clouded with ****. "Please?"

With trembling fingers, Tara reached for the button of Rikki's shorts. She could feel the heat radiating from her sister's skin, smell the mixture of sweat and perfume that was uniquely Rikki.

With a firm tug, Tara pulled her sisters pants down, also accidentally pulling Rikki’s panties down too. Rikki giggles as the cool air brushes against her sex, and Tara gulps loudly at the sight of Rikki’s pussy.

A thick jungle of pubic hair greeted Tara, the hair almost guarding the fat, wet pussy. Rikki’s muff was perfect to look upon, and Tara wanted nothing more than to dive in.

“Mhm, tired.” Rikki groaned. “G’night.”

Tara observed as her sister collapsed onto the bed, her naked form splayed out haphazardly. Her sister's breasts jiggled with the motion. Tara's mouth went dry at the sight, her heart pounding in her chest.

"At least let me help you get under the covers," Tara murmured, her voice shaking. She reached for the blanket, her hands trembling as she tried to maintain her composure despite the enticing sight before her.

Rikki mumbled incoherently and rolled onto her side, granting Tara an unobstructed view of her round, firm buttocks. The arch of Rikki’s legs exposing her butthole to Tara.

Tara stood there, mesmerized by Rikki’s infinitely sexy body. Rikki’s moans turning into deep sighs as sleep took over. For several minutes, Tara just stood there watching her sister. Tara’s eyes glued to Rikki’s chocolate starfish.

It's like she begging me to fuck her, Tara thinks.

Rikki's illusionary voice calling out to Tara, "Tara, come on already. I'm fucking naked in front of you. Just lean over and stick that tongue of yours up my coochie, hehehe."

“Fuck it.” Tara sighed, giving into her base desires.

Gently, Tara leaned down. Her face millimeters from Rikki’s asshole. Gently, she pressed her nose against Rikki’s hole and inhaled deeply to scent of Rikki.

The scent was intoxicating, a blend of pungent odor and musk that sent Tara's heart into a frenzy. She closed her eyes, relishing the moment.

Tara's tongue dared to venture out, timidly tasting Rikki's asshole. The flavor was a tantalizing mix of salt and musk, causing Tara to moan softly as she continued her exploration. She felt Rikki's muscles contract and relax beneath her, a silent testament to her sister's deep slumber.

Tara's hands wandered over Rikki's form, caressing her firm derriere and tracing the curve of her back. She felt her sister's heartbeat, steady and strong, reassuring her of her safety. Tara's own heart pounded in her chest as she continued her exploration, her desire intensifying with each passing second.

Tara's tongue massaged Rikki’s asshole diligently. Slowly coaxing its way into the depths of Rikki’s bowel. Rikki sighed, her sleep thick and dark. Tara grabbed both of Rikki’s ass cheeks and spread them wider, giving Tara an easier access to Rikki’s butthole.

Tara's body was a furnace of desire, her undergarments drenched with her arousal. She couldn't fathom that this was happening, that she was finally able to taste her sister. Her tongue ventured deeper, probing the tight ring of Rikki's entrance. The taste was unique, a wild and primitive essence that was purely Rikki.

As Tara persisted in her illicit exploration, her hands began to wander over Rikki's body. She traced the curves of her sister's athletic back, the muscles defined from years of physical activities. Her fingers danced over the smooth skin of Rikki's sides, eliciting a soft moan from her sister's lips. Tara's heart skipped a beat at the sound, a cocktail of fear and exhilaration surging through her veins.

Encouraged by Rikki's **** response, Tara let one hand glide down to the junction of her sister's thighs. Her fingers hesitantly parted the dense forest of pubic hair, seeking out the wetness that lay beneath. When her fingers made contact with Rikki's slick folds, Tara couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. Rikki was drenched, her arousal a testament to the dreams that must have been dancing through her subconscious mind.

Tara's fingers explored Rikki's sex with the same reverence Tara’s tongue does Rikki’s asshole. She circles Rikki's clit, feeling it swell beneath her touch. She dips her fingers into the warm, wet cavern of her sister's pussy, marveling at the way it seemed to pulse around her digits. All the while, her tongue continued its ministrations on Rikki's asshole, the rhythmic movements mirroring the thrusts of her fingers.

Rikki moaned as the pleasure coursed through her body. Tara smiled, content that she was the one making her sister feel so good. As she continued her violation of Rikki, Rikki spoke in her sleep, “No Joanna, not there.”

Tara's heart raced at the sound of her sister's voice, even in her **** state. She paused for a moment, her fingers still inside Rikki, her tongue resting against the sensitive skin of her sister's asshole. The room was silent except for Rikki's deep, even breaths. Tara's mind was a whirlwind of emotions—excitement, guilt, and an insatiable hunger for more.

Slowly, Tara withdrew her fingers from Rikki's soaked pussy, her eyes fixated on the glistening wetness that coated her digits. She brought her hand to her face, inhaling deeply the intoxicating scent of her sister's arousal. With a tentative lick, Tara tasted Rikki's essence, the flavor both sweet and musky, unlike anything she had ever experienced.

Emboldened by the taste, Tara returned her attention to Rikki's exposed sex. She used her free hand to spread Rikki's legs further apart, granting herself better access. Her tongue traced a path from Rikki's asshole up to her clit, each lick sending a shiver through Rikki's **** form. Tara's own body ached with need, her clit throbbing in sync with her racing heart.

As Tara pleasured her sister, she allowed her hand to wander to her own neglected sex. She slipped her hand beneath her pants and underwear, her fingers immediately finding her swollen clit. She circled it gently, mimicking the movements she had just performed on Rikki. The dual sensations of tasting her sister while touching herself were almost too much for Tara to handle.

Rikki's breathing became more erratic, her hips beginning to buck ever so slightly in response to Tara's ministrations. Tara just giggled as she ate Rikki’s juicy pussy. Her fingers thrusting in and out of her cunt violently.

As Tara's tongue played with Rikki's clit, she sensed her sister's body start to tense. Rikki's legs, once pliant, now stiffened, her toes curling under as she arched her back. Tara's fingers, still exploring her own depths, moved with renewed vigor, trying to match the rhythm of Rikki's impending orgasm.

The room was filled with the heady scent of desire and arousal, the aroma of Rikki's sex blending with Tara's own musky fragrance. Tara's senses were overloaded, her body consumed by the sensations coursing through her. She felt on the brink of something extraordinary, something that would alter her forever.

Rikki's body began to tremble, her hips bucking wildly as she reached the pinnacle of her orgasm. Tara's tongue persisted, continuing to stimulate Rikki's clit even as her sister's body began to convulse. The sounds of Rikki's pleasure filled the room, a mix of moans and gasps that was music to Tara's ears.

Tara's own climax was building, her body trembling with anticipation. She could feel it, a wave of pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her at any moment. Her fingers moved faster, plunging in and out of her sex with frantic urgency. She was so close, so close to reaching the pinnacle of her own pleasure.

And then, in an instant, it happened. Tara's body convulsed, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She felt herself being lifted out of her body; her senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of her pleasure. She was aware of Rikki's body, still trembling with the aftershocks of her own orgasm, but it was distant, a secondary concern to the sensations coursing through her own body.

As the wave of pleasure began to ebb, Tara's heart pounded in her chest, her breath hitching as she slowly withdrew her fingers from her own slick heat. Her eyes, still hazy from the intensity of her orgasm, flickered open to find Rikki's **** form on the bed. A twinge of guilt surfaced, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of satisfaction. She had finally indulged in her long-held desire, tasting her sister's sweet nectar.

As she looked up at her sister, Tara saw a serene smile on Rikki’s face. Sleep holding tightly onto the girl, her smile said something to Tara, something precious.

Carefully, Tara climbed up and lay beside her sister, taking her free hand and gently massaging Rikki’s head, her nails lovingly scraping against Rikki’s scalp. With her other hand, her finger dripping with Tara’s juices, Tara brought her fingers to Rikki’s lips.

Tara traced the curve of Rikki's lips with her damp finger, the contrast between her sister's soft skin and her own rough fingertips captivating her. She watched, transfixed, as Rikki's lips parted slightly, an **** invitation to explore further.

Tara's heart pounded in her chest as she slipped her finger into Rikki's mouth, the warmth enveloping her digit sending a shiver down her spine. Rikki's tongue instinctively curled around Tara's finger, tasting the essence of Tara’s pussy. Tara’s heart fluttered at the sight.

Tara leans forward and whispers in Rikki’s sleeping ear, “Yes, taste me. Taste your little sister's pussy. Such a good girl. So happy, so ****, so sexy.” Rikki's body quivered at the sound of Tara's voice, her lips still enveloping Tara's finger. Tara's heart raced as she observed her sister's **** response to her words, a surge of power coursing through her.

Tara slowly withdrew her finger from Rikki's mouth, her gaze never leaving her sister's face. She watched as Rikki's lips closed, a soft sigh escaping them. Tara's own body ached with desire.

Tara gently scratched Rikki’s head in a loving gesture as Rikki sighed dreamily. Delicately, Tara leaned down and began to make out with Rikki.

Tara's lips met Rikki's in a tender dance, her tongue slipping inside her sister's mouth as she deepened the kiss. Rikki's body, still lost in the haze of sleep, stirred slowly, her lips parting to welcome Tara's exploration. Their tongues entwined in a slow, sensual rhythm, the warmth of their connection sending shivers down Tara's spine.

Tara's hands roamed Rikki's body, tracing the curves and contours of her sister's form. The softness of Rikki's skin ignited a fire within Tara, her fingers burning with the desire to explore further. She marveled at the gentle give of Rikki's flesh beneath her touch, her heart pounding with anticipation.

As their kiss deepened, Rikki's body began to respond, her hips shifting in time with Tara's touch. The air was thick with the scent of their arousal, a heady perfume that fueled Tara's own desire. Her fingers drifted lower, tracing the curve of Rikki's hip, the gentle swell of her thigh.

Tara hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should proceed, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Her fingers slipped between Rikki's legs, finding the warm, wet heat of her sister's pussy. Rikki's body jerked slightly at the contact, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she melted into the touch, her hips shifting to allow Tara greater access.

Tara's heart raced with excitement, her body thrumming with anticipation. As she deepened the kiss, her tongue snaking down Rikki’s throat, Tara’s fingers began to coax out Rikki’s second orgasm.

Tara felt Rikki's body yielding to her touch, hips swaying to grant her more access. Her fingers danced within Rikki's slick warmth, her thumb lightly grazing her sister's sensitive nub.

Rikki's body quivered, her breath hitching as she neared her peak. Tara could feel her sister's intimate muscles tightening around her fingers, her own body mirroring the sensation. She broke their kiss, her lips moving to Rikki's ear.

"Cum for me, Rikki," Tara murmured, her voice thick with desire.

Rikki's body quaked as she climaxed, her body shuddering with pleasure. Tara's fingers persisted in their rhythmic motion, prolonging her sister's ecstasy. She could feel Rikki's vaginal walls clenching around her fingers, her own body resonating with the sensation.

As Rikki's orgasm ebbed, Tara withdrew her fingers, her body still pulsating with desire. She gazed down at her sister, her eyes brimming with love and desire. She leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Rikki's lips, her tongue gracing Rikki’s mouth once more.

Satisfied, Tara pulled herself away from Rikki. Tenderly, Tara made sure to cover Rikki in her blanket. Tara then went and grabbed a bottle of water and put it on Rikki’s nightstand.

With a final, loving kiss to Rikki’s forehead, Tara exited Rikki’s room. Leaving the drunk girl to dream the naughtiest of dreams…