Spying on My Sister - Incest/Taboo
John watches her having sex, but does he get to join in?
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As I climbed the ladder I was excited. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, in anticipation of what might happen. I knew that what I was about to do was wrong, but I couldn't stop myself from doing it, even if I wanted to. It had become an obsession.
When I stepped into the attic, I was careful not to make a sound, because if I was found out, then it would be the end of it. I then walked slowly towards the box that was covering the hole. Hopefully, when I moved it, a shaft of light would pierce the attic, telling me that the bedroom light was on. But disappointingly, when I lifted it up, there wasn't one. And even worse, when I put my ear to the hole, all I heard was snoring. I'd struck out. My Sister was asleep.
Purely by chance, I'd discovered the hole a month ago, when I was looking for something in the attic. I'd moved a couple of boxes, and there it was. And now that I'd noticed it, I did what most people would do. I put my eye to it. For a small hole, it gave quite a good view of the room below. Lucy's bedroom.
If she hadn't been in her room, there would have been nothing to see, and I would have then continued to look for the missing book. But she was, and she was starting to undress. In my defence, I did try to do the right thing, by walking away. However, after only a couple of steps, I stopped, and then I went back to the hole. It would be amusing to have a quick peek at my Sister.
When my eye was back to the hole, I could see that she was unbuttoning her top. I'd wait until it was off, and then I'd stop. There was no harm in seeing her in her bra. That would be no more revealing than seeing her in a bikini, and I'd seen that lots of times before. But when her blouse was off, she did something that I wasn't expecting her to do. She was pulling on her nipples. I'd started watching her out of curiosity, but now I was continuing because she was exciting me.
Then she suddenly stopped, but only so that she could take her bra off. My eyes were now glued to her tits as she was unhooking it. When it dropped onto the floor, I almost gasped. That would have been embarrassing. My Sister discovering that I was spying on her. And worse, she'd tell Mother.
I was now admiring her large breasts. They were always on display, but she had kept her prominent nipples hidden. And now I was seeing them for the first time. Just looking at them was making my mouth water. They were perfect, and I wanted to suck on them.
When she'd just had her bra on, she'd played with her nipples. Now that she was topless, she was massaging both her breasts with her hands. Then, after lying down on the bed, her touch became slower and gentler. She was now caressing them, like a lover would do. And I wished that I could be that lover. While she was doing it, she was occasionally moaning, especially when her fingers were on her nipples.
I'm John, and I'm twenty three, four years older than my Sister. I lost my virginity when I was nineteen. Since then, I've been with quite a few women, but I can't remember the last time that I was as excited as this. And I wasn't even taking part, all I was doing was watching.
Her hands were now rougher. Caressing had become groping. She was doing to them, what I wanted to do to them. That was frustrating, but there was a way that I could join in.
After unbuttoning my jeans, I pulled the zip down. I knew that it would have barely made a sound, but to my heightened senses it seemed loud. As soon as I got my jeans and boxers down to my ankles, my eye was back to the hole, and my hand was on my swollen cock. It's not a monster, six inches on a good day. And this was definitely a good day!
She now had only one hand on her breasts, the other was between her wide open legs. In her eagerness to get to her pussy, she hadn't wasted any time on taking her skirt or panties off. She'd just hitched her skirt up, and then she'd pulled her panties to one side. To me, that was more erotic than if she'd taken them off.
As she eagerly fingered herself, I was stroking my cock with equal ferocity. And when she speeded up, I did as well. I was matching her. I wanted us to reach it together. But that turned out to be wishful thinking, because without any warning, her body convulsed, and her beautiful face contorted into a grotesque mask. She was climaxing, but I still needed more time. I was now frantically trying to catch-up.
By the time I got there, she was coming down from her high. The first spurt was so intense, that it took all of my self-control to stay silent. I had to stifle a grunt. And the next one was just as powerful. When it was over, my hand was sticky, and I'd splattered the attic floor with my semen.
I continued watching, hoping that she would do something else that would excite me. But it soon became clear that one climax was all she needed. After quickly taking her skirt and panties off, and then getting into bed, she turned the light off.
And that was how it had started!
I wasn't proud about what I was doing, and it did make me feel guilty. But the excitement that I got from watching Lucy in her bedroom was compelling me to continue. So now, as often as I could, I would spy on her. Most of the time there was nothing to see, but occasionally, like the first time, I'd get lucky.
Today, we all had breakfast together. That was unusual. It's normally just Mother and me, but for some reason my Sister was up early, and she'd joined us. While she was eating, I took the opportunity to sneak a quick look at her breasts. They were impressive. Hopefully, I'd get to see more of them tonight, especially her large nipples, when I was in the attic. And if I was very lucky, I'd finally get to see her pussy. Up to now, when she'd been completely naked, she'd always been standing up, so from above, all I'd been able to see was her bush. Ideally, I wanted her lying naked on the bed, with her legs wide open.
"Can Ryan sleep tonight?"
Mother looked confused, and then she said, "I thought he was called Brad."
After laughing, my Sister said, "He's history, now it's Ryan."
"You know I don't like your boyfriends sleeping over. It's the same rule for John and his girlfriends."
"But he never has a girlfriend."
That was harsh. Yes, it had been six months since I'd had one, but I was successful with women. It was just that I was currently going through a lean period.
"Please can he?"
Mother was about to answer her, and I knew that it would be a no, but before she could, I jumped in.
"You should let him sleep here. Lucy is nineteen. She's an adult, and you should treat her like one."
That surprised both of them, because I was sticking up for my Sister. We get on OK, but like all siblings, there's a rivalry between us. I was doing it for my benefit, and not hers. If Mother was to allow it, then tonight when I was in the attic, I'd be able to see them together.
For a few seconds there was silence, while they processed what I'd said, and then Mother spoke.
"I'll think about it."
That evening, when I got back from work, Lucy greeted me with a big hug. It was so tight that her large breasts were squashed against my chest. I liked that, and my cock liked it even better. I was now struggling to keep it under control.
"Thanks, I owe you one. If there's anything you want me to do for you, then just let me know."
Good, so Mother had said yes. Ryan would be sleeping with Lucy tonight. And there was something that I wanted her to do for me. Tonight, while they were fucking, she could keep the light on!
Ryan came round at seven. He seemed a nice guy, and he was a cut above her usual boyfriends, because he actually had a brain. My Sister is a stunner, and if she wanted to be, she could be a model. However, she was also clever, and she was using her intelligence, rather than her looks, because she was studying physics at university. But for some reason, that I'd never been able to figure out, she preferred boyfriends that were always a bit dim. Good looking, yes, but not the sharpest knives in the drawer. Ryan was definitely the exception. Perhaps not as physically impressive as some of her other boyfriends, but certainly her equal in terms of intelligence, because he was also at university, studying mathematics.
At ten o'clock, they went to bed, and I did as well. As soon as I was in my room I locked the door, and then I quickly took my jeans and boxers off. As I was pulling the attic ladder down, there was a smile on my face. This was going to be good.
The attic was dark, but not pitch-black, so if I was cautious, I could safely make my way to the hole. As I walked towards it, I could hear them laughing. When I got to the box that was covering it, the anticipation was almost too much for me. But was I going to be disappointed? Then I almost laughed. My Sister was nineteen, and her new boyfriend was with her in her bedroom. It was a certainty that they would be having sex.
The box didn't contain anything of value, or anything that would break if it was dropped. But I moved it with the utmost caution, because if I was to drop it, the noise would alert them. They would then know that there was somebody in the attic.
Sometimes your hopes are dashed. You want something so much that it hurts, but it doesn't happen, and you are bitterly disappointed. But occasionally, like now, you get exactly what you want. They were kissing, and the light was on!
When he started groping her tits, my hand went to my cock. She let him have a quick feel, and then she moved away from him, so that she could take her T-shirt off. When it was off, she turned around so that he could unfasten her bra. He quickly did it, and when she turned to face him, she was topless.
He was now giving her tits the attention that they deserved. He was greedily sucking on one of them, and his fingers were on the other. And she was showing her appreciation of what he was doing, by moaning loudly. This was good, but it was going to get even better when her pussy joined in.
While I was watching them, I was slowly stroking my cock, but now I had to stop doing it. I was too excited. Coming now would spoil it. They were taking their time, making it last. I needed to do the same.
They were sitting on the bed, but when my Sister started to take Ryan's top off, they got off it, and then they quickly undressed each other. As soon as they were naked, her hand was on his cock, and his hand was between her legs. I wanted her back on the bed, with her legs wide open, so that I could see her pussy. They made me wait. It was agonizing for me, but when it happened, I got the perfect view.
I couldn't believe it. If I'd choreographed it, I couldn't have done a better job. She was on her back, and her legs weren't just wide open, she had her knees high up. Ryan was fingering her, but because he was sitting to the side of her, he wasn't blocking my view.
As I admired her pussy, my hand went back onto my cock. She had large lips. There was a lot of meat between her legs. Her clit was hidden under all the folds, for me to see it, he would have to part her labia. Hopefully, he was going to do that, but for now, he was content to just move his two fingers in and out of her. And from the noises that she was making, she was happy with what he was doing to her.
But what about him? Did Ryan have a monster cock, one that would stretch my Sister's pussy to its limit? Would it be so big that it would make me envious? No, and when I saw it I felt good, because mine was at least half an inch bigger than his.
"Rub my clit."
"I will if I can find it."
That made her giggle, and me smile. They weren't just giving me the perfect view, they were also speaking loud enough for me to hear.
I thought that he would continue fingering her while he serviced her clit, but he didn't. Instead, he took his fingers out of her, and then he parted her large lips. And there it was. Her little pearl that gave her so much pleasure. It was already swollen, but I knew that it would get even bigger when he gave it some attention. However, he seemed more interested in looking at it, rather than playing with it.
"If it's not too much trouble, do you think that you could rub it?"
I knew my Sister well. She'd said it calmly, and without even a hint of sarcasm, but if he didn't do what she had asked, and do it soon, he would be in trouble. Thankfully for him, he had the good sense to act straight away.
"That's the spot, rub it harder."
He did, and it made her gasp.
"And you can finger my cunt as well."
That shocked me. Not that she wanted his fingers inside her, but that she had used that word. My Sister never uses bad language. I do, and if I ever do it in front of her then I get a disapproving look, and sometimes I even get a telling-off. It was definitely out of character, but I liked her saying it. It hadn't just shocked me, it had also excited me. Hopefully, she would say it again!
His fingers were now moving in and out of her at speed, but it was her clit that he was concentrating on. He was rapidly taking her towards a climax. I wanted one as well, but I was saving it for when they were fucking.
I've seen my Sister come a few times now. The first ones surprised me, but not this one, because I now know the signs. Her breathing changes, it's as if she's gasping for air. Then she makes a strange noise that's difficult to describe, but it tells me that her climax is imminent. Then, seconds later, she is in it.
Surprisingly, he didn't give her any time to recover. He was lifting her legs up, and pushing into her, as soon as her orgasm was over. But I couldn't blame him. If I was down there instead of him, I would also be eager to get my cock deep up her juicy pussy. And she wasn't complaining so it must be what she wanted.
Up to now it had been perfect. The light was on, and I'd had a clear view of everything that had happened. But I was greedy, I wanted more. I wanted to come with them. When he emptied his balls into her, I wanted to spurt as well. And while I did it, I'd be imagining that I was coming inside my Sister. However, for that to happen, I needed to concentrate.
At first I was OK, because he was fucking her slowly, as if he was giving her time to get used to his cock. It was easy for me to keep pace. Then he quickly went through the gears. Slow had now become frantic. Within seconds, she was gasping, and I was playing catch-up.
When she exploded, I managed to come as well, but he was still going. Mine was a long satisfying one, just what I needed. Then after giving a loud grunt, Ryan stopped. I couldn't help smiling. I'd timed it to perfection, but he'd been late!
In the morning, while we all had breakfast together, Lucy and Ryan were all lovey-dovey. It was nice to see, but I was jealous. It made me realize that I needed more than just jerking off while spying on my Sister, I needed a relationship. I should find myself a girlfriend. And, as good as coming while watching Lucy was, my cock was getting desperate for pussy. By the time I'd finished eating, I'd made a decision. Near where I worked was a small bookshop. One of the women there was cute. She was a petite redhead, very easy on the eye, and the last time that she'd served me she'd given me a nice smile. I was going to ask her out. When I left for work, there was a spring in my step. I was confident that she would say yes.
I finished work early, and when I got home, I wasn't in a good mood. Thankfully, Mother and Lucy were out, because I wanted to be alone. I was going to make myself a coffee, and then go to my room and sulk.
As I was passing my Sister's bedroom, I heard a noise. I'd been wrong, she wasn't out. I could go into the attic and see what she was doing, but I wasn't in the mood.
"John, is that you?"
I shouted out yes, and then I continued walking.
"Come in, I want to talk to you."
I did, and as I entered her room I was doing my best to look as if nothing had happened, but I failed miserably, because as soon as she saw me her smile disappeared.
"What happened to you, you look dreadful?"
I gave a deep sigh, and then I told her. That cute redhead hadn't just said no, she'd humiliated me in front of all the other staff and customers. It wasn't just her laughing in my face that had hurt me, it was her loudly declaring that she had no interest in going out with me, that was the real kick in the teeth. Everybody heard it.
"What a bitch. Do you want me to go to the shop and punch her lights out?"
As tempting as that was, I said no.
"I think you need a hug."
I was so down, that I didn't think that would improve my mood, but it was worth a try. While we'd been talking she'd been sitting up in bed, with the covers up to her chin, but now she was standing next to me. And she was giving me that hug.
"Thanks Sis. I feel better now."
Then she released me. I was smiling, waiting for her to realize that she was topless. In her enthusiasm to console me, she'd forgotten that she was only wearing her panties. When she eventually noticed, she shrieked, and it made me laugh. But surprisingly she didn't make any attempt to cover her tits up.
"Have you had a good look at them?"
She was smiling when she'd said it so I knew that she wasn't annoyed.
"Yes, but I'd like to touch them."
That was what I was thinking, but had I really said it out loud? The shocked look on her face told me that I must have. I needed to apologize, but before I could, she spoke.
"Is Mother in?"
I looked at her wide-eyed. Unless I was mistaken, if the answer was no, then she was going to let me do it. I wasn't sure that if I opened my mouth to speak, the words would come out, so I just shook my head.
"OK," then after giving a nervous giggle, she added, "But don't get carried away."
I didn't say anything, because I didn't want to make a promise that I might not be able to keep.
My hands have been on lots of tits before, and some of them have been even bigger than Lucy's. But none have excited me as much as these were doing now. And I still hadn't got to her nipples.
My first touch had been tentative, but my next one was bolder. I liked the feel of them under my hands. These were big heavy breasts. Just what I like. And, because she was only nineteen, they were firm. But her nipples were her crowning glory. When my fingers pulled on one of them, she uttered a low moan, and when my mouth was on the other one, she moaned again, but this time a lot louder.
I knew where I wanted this to end. It was with my cock deep up her sweet pussy. But she might not want that to happen. However, I was determined to take it as far as I could.
"I'm home!"
To say that startled us was a gross understatement. She was now frantically looking for her bra, and I was quickly heading towards the door. When I got to my room, I could hear Mother's footsteps on the stairs. We had got away with it. I wasn't happy that she was home, but I was relieved that she had shouted out. If not, then she would probably have found us together. My Sister topless, and me feasting on her impressive nipples, would have been difficult to explain!
As I lay on my bed, I tried to make sense of what had happened. My Sister hadn't just let me play with her tits, she had enjoyed it as much as I had. There was a lot to think about, but that was for later. For now, I had a throbbing cock to deal with. As I stroked it, my eyes were closed. I was reliving my time with Lucy. And unsurprisingly, it didn't take me long to come. And when I did, I called out her name.
At first, while we ate our evening meal, there was awkwardness between Lucy and myself. And I was convinced that Mother would notice, and that she would suspect that something had happened between us. But by the end of our meal we were back to normal, and I was now wondering if it had just been a dream.
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Shortly after eating, my Sister went out. She was staying the night at Ryan's place. So tonight, there was nothing to see. However, I was still going to go into the attic, but not to look through the hole, but to get another book. And I wouldn't be there for long, because I knew exactly where it was.
I'd just found it, and I was about to leave the attic, when I heard a noise, and it had come from Lucy's room. She was out, so it must be Mother. I was curious, so I removed the box that was covering the hole. When I looked through it, I could see that she was sitting on the bed, watching television. That was strange. Why wasn't she in her own room? I didn't know. Perhaps the television in her room wasn't working? But that was just speculation. Tomorrow morning I'd ask her, then I realized that I couldn't do that, because if I did, she'd wonder how I knew that she'd been in Lucy's room.
When I came out of the attic, I did some reading, but I soon became bored with it. I needed some excitement. If Lucy had been home then I might have got it. Then I had a sudden thought, and it was one that I should have had when I'd first seen my Mother in Lucy's bedroom. Like my Sister, she might also need to masturbate.
My Father left her two years ago, and since then there has never been another man in her life. She was only forty two, so she must still need sex. And that could only come from her own hand. I needed to be in the attic, because there was a possibility that she might play with herself, and that was something that I wanted to see.
As I climbed the ladder, I knew that it was a long shot. At best, just under an even chance, and that was only if she did it three times a week. And even if tonight was one of them, she might have done it earlier, when I was in my bedroom. I wasn't optimistic.
When I looked down into the bedroom, I felt deflated. She wasn't there, and the television was now off. The light was still on, so there was a slim possibility that she would be coming back. I'd give it ten minutes, and then I'd call it a day. When it got to ten, I decided to wait a bit longer. And that paid off, because shortly after my initial deadline, she returned. And when I saw her, it took all of my self-control to stop myself from giving a loud cheer. She had changed into a nightie, and even from my elevated position, it was obvious that underneath that short nightie, she was naked. And looking at her in it was making me excited, but what was making me even more excited, was what she was holding in her hand.
Some women buy them as a massage aid. They are perfect for sore muscles, or for just toning up the body. In fact, that's how they market them. But most women that buy them do so for a different reason. The vibrating end is perfect for their precious pearl. Their clit. And the one that my Mother had was an impressive size, bigger than it needed to be for massaging, but ideal for stretching a pussy. And because she didn't have a man to satisfy her needs, I knew that she wouldn't be using it on her muscles, she would be using it to pleasure herself!
When she turned it on I could hear it buzzing, and that was enough to get the blood rushing to my cock. Then when she put the tip of it onto her nipple, my excitement went up a notch.
I hadn't expected her to do that, I thought that she'd go straight to her pussy. I was eager to see it go between her legs, but I was happy to wait. This slow build-up was adding to the anticipation. And while she was using it on her tits, it would give me time to take my jeans and boxers off. When it got to the main event, I wanted to be ready.
It was perfect timing. As soon as I was naked below the waist, she lay down on the bed. Then she pulled up her nightie. Her legs were closed so I couldn't see much. However, I didn't have to wait long before she opened them. She was now ready to use the vibrator on her pussy. But I was wrong, because she was moving her legs again, but this time higher rather than wider. It was as if she was trying to get her pussy to her mouth. That was never going to happen, because she didn't have the flexibility to do that. Then I suddenly realized why she was in this position, it was so that she could see her pussy while she pleasured it with her toy.
At first, when she put it between her legs, she was moving it around. Then, when she found the sweet spot on her clit, she stopped. And she was now keeping the head of the vibrator there. I couldn't believe my luck. I was watching my Mother masturbate, and from an ideal position. Her bottom was high up so that she could see what she was doing, and without her knowing it, it had given me the perfect view.
Physically, my Mother was an older version of Lucy, but with subtle differences. Her lips were fuller, but their eyes and mouth were identical. And she was an inch taller than Lucy. Both had the same impressive tits, but Lucy had the edge over her Mother when you compared nipples. But not by much. And if you had to judge who had the best pussy, it would be difficult to declare a winner. Both had the same large lips, and both looked equally inviting. You could only decide after fucking both of them. If only I could do that!
But for now, all I could do was watch my Mother as she was expertly taking herself towards a climax. If she was to keep the vibrator pressed against her swollen clit, then she would reach it quickly, but she mustn't want that to happen, because she wasn't doing it. Instead she was doing it for a few seconds, then stopping. Each time it was on her clit she moaned, and I stroked my cock. If she was going to take her time, then I was as well. As she continued, her moaning got louder. And now it was at a level that told me she was close to coming. I needed to keep up with her, so I was now stroking my cock continuously. But I was too enthusiastic, and the inevitable happened. When my balls started to empty, I grunted, and I was loud. I couldn't help it, because my climax was so intense. But I wasn't worried, the noise from the bedroom would have drowned it out.
As soon as I had finished spurting, I put my eye back to the hole, and I was just in time to see her reach it. It was like watching my Sister come, except that it lasted longer. It made me realize that she was a passionate woman, and I felt sorry for her because she didn't have a partner. Her fingers, and that toy, could give her some satisfaction, but she was a woman that needed cock.
In the morning, I found out why she was in my Sister's room, and I didn't need to ask, she just volunteered the information.
"Last night I spilt a drink on my bed, and it soaked through to the mattress, so I slept in Lucy's room. I think her bed is better than mine, because I slept well."
Her deep sleep might have been because of the bed, but it could also have been because of the big climax that she had given herself.
When I got back from work, I was surprised to find Lucy at home. She wasn't due back until tomorrow.
"I thought that you were staying at Ryan's place tonight?"
When I saw her lower lip tremble, I knew there was a problem, but before I could ask what it was, she burst into tears.
"Are you OK?"
That was a stupid thing to say, she obviously wasn't OK. So I started again.
"I'll make you a coffee, and then you can tell me all about it."
That got a forced smile from her, and then she stopped crying. I made it strong, and she winced when she tasted it, but she didn't complain, and she kept taking sips of it while she told me what had happened.
When she'd finished telling me, I said, "What a bastard, do you want me to go round and punch his lights out?"
That made her chuckle, and it was nice to hear.
"You could try, but he's a boxer, and apparently he's very good."
"So that's not a good idea. But what if I was to hit him with a baseball bat?"
This time it was a laugh rather than a chuckle. Of course, I wasn't being serious, but it was what he deserved. She had discovered that he had other girlfriends. At least two, and there may even be more.
"Remember, there are plenty of..."
Before I could finish, she put her hand up to stop me, and then she shook her head.
"I don't want to hear that, but I do want you to do something for me."
"Whatever it is, it's a yes."
"You should wait until you hear what I have to say. It might be something that you don't want to do."
I was now curious, eager for her to tell me more. But she was taking her time, I got the feeling that she was trying to decide if she should ask me. Then she did.
"I want you to come to my bedroom tonight, when Mother is asleep."
My head was telling me, that as much as I would like to do it, it was definitely a bad idea, but my cock was all for it.
"Or you could just go into the attic and spy on me."
I was going to deny it, but why bother? However, I did want to know how I had been found out.
"So what was it that gave me away?"
That made her laugh, and when she had finished, I got my answer.
"Lots of things. I could hear your footsteps. And when you open up the hole with my light off, a thin streak of light comes from it. It isn't very bright, but it's enough to make it obvious that there is a hole in the ceiling. Also, when you come, you are quite loud."
I felt such a fool. She had known all along that I had been watching her. And when she wanted to put on a show for me, she had kept the light on, and she had then positioned herself so that I would have the best view of her. And I had thought that all of that had happened just by chance. Why was it that she was so clever, but I was so stupid?
"What is it going to be, my bedroom or the attic?"
I answered her so quickly that it made her laugh.
Most nights, Mother goes to bed quite early. Anything after nine o'clock is a late night for her. But it was now ten, and she was still up. She was watching a film, and it had another fifteen minutes left. And those fifteen minutes seemed to go on forever. When it eventually ended, she stayed in her chair. Was she going to watch another programme? When she got up I could have hugged her.
She said, "Goodnight, I'll see you in the morning."
I waited ten minutes before going upstairs. When I got to her door I stopped. She was snoring loudly, and it wasn't a pleasant sound, but it was music to my ears. She was a heavy sleeper, so it was unlikely that she would wake up while I was in my Sister's room. It could happen, but it was a risk that I was willing to take.
When I entered Lucy's room, she greeted me with, "I thought you'd changed your mind."
I shrugged my shoulders, and then I said, "It was Mother, she stayed up to watch that stupid film."
When I'd entered the room, she'd been reading, but the book was now on the floor. And her hands that had been holding it were now around my waist as we kissed. I'd kissed her lots of times before, but not like this. This wasn't a quick peck on the cheek, to show affection. This was being done passionately. Two lovers eager to explore each other's mouth. And for now, it was enough for both of us, because my hands weren't on her tits or pussy, and her hands weren't on my cock.
When we eventually stopped, both of us were breathless. I couldn't remember the last time that I'd kissed for as long as this.
"Just so that you don't mess it up, I'm going to tell you what I want."
That was typical of my Sister, she can be quite bossy. That normally irritates me, but not now, and I was eager to hear what she had to say.
"Do I need to write it down?"
She just ignored me.
"I want my tits playing with, especially the nipples. And then, when I'm ready, you finger me. Three is OK, but no more than that."
I nodded, to tell her that I was taking it all in.
"Then I want my first climax by you going down on me. And we end by you fucking me so hard that I come again."
Her telling me in detail what she wanted, was taking away some of the spontaneity, but I didn't mind. And I found it amusing that she hadn't bothered to ask me what I wanted. If asked, I would have added cock sucking to the list. But I wasn't going to complain. What she wanted was enough for now. Perhaps next time I would be able to get my cock into her mouth.
I'd had her tits before, but these were ones that you can never have enough of, so I was happy to spend as much time on them as I could.
When I sucked hard, she responded by moaning. And I wasn't ignoring the other nipple. My fingers were on it, doing everything to it that I could think of. And I'd discovered that pulling on it was what she liked best, so I kept on doing it. It was driving her crazy. I didn't want it to stop, but after ten minutes, she did.
"Finger my cunt."
Her panties were still on, but it didn't take me long to get them off. They were heavily stained at the front. That was a good sign. It told me that her pussy was very wet. And to confirm it, when I pushed two fingers deep into her, they went in easily. Adding a third was more difficult, and when it was fully in her, she gasped.
I was now fucking her with them, and while I was doing that, a finger from my other hand was rubbing her clit. And I was concentrating. She didn't want her first climax now, that was supposed to happen when I had my head between her legs. If I was to move my fingers too fast, or push down too hard on her little pebble, it would make her come. My task was to excite her, but too much and she would boil over. It was a delicate balance, but for now I'd got it right. However, I wasn't complacent, because I knew that it could go wrong in a heartbeat.
When she said, "Lick my cunt," I was relieved. I now didn't need to hold back. My tongue was going to make her come in record time, and then I was going to fuck her to within an inch of her life. The time for subtlety was over.
My top was already off. Lucy had done that for me while I had been playing with her tits, but she had stopped there, so I still had my jeans on. But that wasn't a problem, because it didn't take me long to get them, and my underwear, off. Then I was between her legs so fast that it made her laugh, but it turned into a moan, when after burrowing down through her meaty lips, my tongue found her clit.
"Fuck, that's the spot."
It certainly was, because as my tongue kept licking it, she was making a lot of noise, and she was also wiggling her bottom. When it's as good as this, it never lasts long, and this was no exception. I'd now been between her legs for two minutes at the most, and she was about to come, because she was breathing heavily. Seconds later she did, and it was a powerful one. Her back arched, and her face became contorted. As soon as it was over, I was urging her to get onto all fours. I wanted to take her from behind. But she seemed reluctant to move. Up to now she had been in control. But I was now in charge.
"Do it, Make sure that you get your stomach as flat as possible. And I want your bottom high up."
I'd said it in a way that told her that I wasn't going to take no for an answer.
And it worked, because she was now in position. It was everything that I had asked for. Her stomach couldn't be any lower, and her bottom was indeed high up.
When I entered her, I didn't stop until my balls were flat against her. It made her gasp. That pleased me. I didn't have a monster cock, but it told me that the six inches that I had, was enough to give her pleasure.
And now I was exciting her even more, by fucking her hard. I was holding onto her hips so that I could get extra purchase.
Between moans, she said, "Harder!"
I wasn't sure that I could do that, but I was going to try. Surprisingly, I found another gear. This now wasn't fast, it was frantic. Then I felt my balls tighten.
"My cunt's nearly there!"
More by luck than good judgment, we were going to reach it together. Shortly after, we did. And mine was everything that you'd want a climax to be. It was intense, and it lasted a long time. And when it was over, I felt relaxed. But I was envious of my Sister. Hers was even better, not just for intensity, but also duration. And it was a good job that Mother's bedroom was on the other side of the house, because when her orgasm was at its highest, she had shouted out, "My Brother has made me come!"
After sharing a brief cuddle, and a tender kiss, I left her bedroom, naked, with my clothes under my arm.
When I got to my room, I looked up at the ceiling, and then I smiled. There was now no need for me to go into the attic. Instead, when Mother was fast asleep, I would be going into Lucy's room!
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