Alison and I went from sexually distant to being insatiable for one another almost instantly during the lockdowns. I learned that I had to let her lead the way and initiate sex, but once that was done, she was desperate to try everything and anything we could think of between us.
Naturally, like most, if not all girls, we talked about sex.
After one of our early sessions which, I admit was pretty tame, (we had only masturbated each other) we were lying next to one another on my bed when Alison asked, “How did you get into this?” I explained that I had always been attracted to girls…how the school locker room presented opportunities to see other girls naked and the showers allowed me to watch as they washed themselves, especially between their legs. Then I told her I skipped p.e. and games as often as I could and my exploits as a covert panty sniffer. Alison had found this incredibly arousing, asking me if I wanted to smell hers. (Was she kidding?) She had slipped her panties off and handed them to me. I smelled them and she asked me what it was like. Miss Brain gave me the perfect answer. “It makes me want to smell you for real.” And that led to our first oral sex…well…me licking her to orgasm anyway.
Yes, those lockdowns were wild. Our sex life continued until I bought my own place and Emily and I moved in together. Since then, there have been two completely isolated reunions with my sister. Until, that is, yesterday, when it became three.
Alison is engaged to The Lovely Chris now, and so I haven’t made things awkward for them by wanting to continue to fuck them both…I mean… I DO want to fuck them both, but well, it wouldn’t be right.
The doorbell chimed at two o’clock yesterday afternoon and since both Dani and Emily weren’t home, I opened the heavy oak door to find Alison standing there. Two coffees later and settled comfortably in one of the reception rooms we chatted as only two girls who know everything about one another can chat. Wedding plans for June this year….her sex life with TLC which is, apparently “…amazing” (As if I didn’t know). A little more detail revealed that my previously hesitant sister is now fully comfortable with oral (and swallowing), vaginal and anal sex, and is heavily into role play too, and better still, adores sex outdoors. You go, girl! But as she was giving me all the dirty details of TLC fucking her up the bum in Mum and Dad’s stables, she just added with a sigh “..oh, but I miss the taste of your cunt though.”
Wait, what? “Cunt?” My sister using the ‘C’ word? Meanwhile Miss Brain is jumping up and down and pointing between my legs yelling, “It’s right here…it’s right here!”
The silence that followed that remark was painful. I know I would have had sex with her on the floor right there and then, but I also know the ‘rules’. She must instigate it. In the end, I contented myself with shifting in my chair and just happened to settle with my knees wider spread than they were already…oh nothing vulgar, you understand, just enough to let her have the tiniest glimpse of my panties. I saw her eyes flicker downwards and lock, for a moment, on my crotch. Another silence, then she said, “Would you mind if…..” hmm let me think…..YES, Fucking YES!
Alison parted my legs and reached up my skirt. She hooked fingers over the waistband of my panties and slowly removed them. Then she parted my legs again and kissed up the inside of my thighs. Oh dear. I wasn’t going to last long. A kiss directly on my clit, and her tongue ‘plowing the furrow’ as she calls it. “Mmm…just like old times. I’ve always adored the taste of your cunt.” And she began to give me a world-class licking, pausing only briefly to ask, “Do you still like your arse fucked?” She didn’t wait for an answer, I felt a finger briefly in my vagina before it slipped effortlessly up my bum…deep up my bum. I hitched my legs up high by holding my thighs behind my knees which allowed her better access and allowed further penetration. It also made me feel totally vulnerable.
The orgasm crashed over me like a wave. In fact, several waves. When it eventually subsided, I looked at her and saw a different Alison…one who thoroughly enjoys all aspects of sex. Not a word was said, but her eyes, her face…..she just leaned back until her elbows were on the carpet and I knew…. don't ask me how…that she wanted me to ravage her.
She wasn’t exactly dressed for sex, since she was wearing pantyhose, but somehow I knew that she wouldn’t be wearing them on the walk home. I ripped them to shreds before forcing her legs apart. I didn’t even bother removing her panties at that point. I just yanked them to one side and shoved my tongue inside her. Alison moaned in delight, and it kind of went from there. A vigorous finger fucking before eventually pulling her destroyed pantyhose and panties off…panties which, I might add were thoroughly wet.
Two fingers, right hand up her vagina, and, to my surprise at her demand, two fingers left hand up her bum. When she came, even I would have struggled to squirt as much as she did. And the language! I’ve never really heard my sister swear, but it was quite the most erotic thing I’ve heard. So much so, that when she had come down, I simply couldn’t wait. I rocked back on my heels, spread my knees and managed only to say, “Watch me,” before rubbing one out in front of her….while smelling her panties.
The rest of the afternoon was sex, sex, and more sex. Sometimes wild, bordering on the savage, sometimes gentle, and sometimes, just masturbating.
Strange how things turn out.
No matter what, when she left, I knew beyond doubt that, from time to time, she would still want sex with me.
There really is something powerfully erotic about having sex with your sister. Dirty, kinky, forbidden, all of the above…..and utterly wonderful.
And yes, I am wearing her wet panties right now.
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