“Make it bounce,” she giggled.
“You mean, like this?” he asked, tensing his muscles and making his hard cock throb up and down.
“Yeah, that’s hot.”
“Are you really wet?”
“My panties are,” she said, glancing at the tangle of shorts and panties on the floor. Then she touched her pussy and smiled. “Yeah, I’m really wet.”
“That’s so hot,” he moaned. This time, he didn’t need to flex his muscles to make his cock throb.
“Want to taste?” she teased, holding out her wet looking finger.
“Ew! No!” he said, pulling away as she moved closer and tried rubbing her finger against his face. “Cut it out! You’re my sister!”
“Taste it!” she teased, forcing her finger against his lips. “Do I taste good?”
The scent of her pussy coated his lips. It was an unmistakable aroma that did smell good. It smelled like sex with Suzanne. He unconsciously licked his lips and tasted her. “It tastes like pussy.”
“Do you like that taste?”
“Actually, I sort of love it.”
“Even when it’s your sister?” she teased. He missed how she had smeared two fingers between her pussy lips. He didn’t realize it until she shoved those fingers against his mouth again. “Suck’em,” she demanded with a playful smirk on her face. “Tell me if I taste good.”
Surprising them both, Austin did suck on her fingers.
“Ew!” she said, pulling her fingers from her mouth. “You really did it!”
“I know,” he grinned, feeling like he had won their little game. “And you do taste good.”
“All guys say that,” she said with a shrug.
“Because you do.”
“I’m sure I wouldn’t know,” she replied with an icy tone to her voice.
He thought about Suzanne and how much she liked kissing him after he had gone down on her. That was something she really liked. “You don’t like how you taste?”
“It’s okay,” she said, turning to pick up her shorts and panties. She walked them into the living room to keep them with her shirt and bra. “But it’s sort of weird, too.” He told her about Suzanne. “I don’t ever let a guy do that to me.”
“She likes to suck me after we have sex, too.”
“Suzanne’s a freak.”
“I don’t know. I think it’s hot.”
“She’s probably a lesbian, too.”
That thought had never occurred to him. “You think?”
“Why else would she like how she tastes?”
“I don’t know,” he said, feeling stupid for not picking up on that.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?”
“Once,” he confessed. “It tasted salty.”
“It’s not really that salty,” she giggled.
A big grin appeared on Austin’s face as he realized what that meant. “So you like how a guy tastes?”
A faint blush appeared on his sister’s face, but she pushed past it. “Actually, I really do. Guys are hot like that.”
“Do you swallow?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she answered in a belligerent tone as she eyed his throbbing cock. “I guess that means Suzanne doesn’t?”
“She always pulls away.”
“Told you. She’s probably a lesbian.”
“Why? Because she doesn’t like the taste of cum?”
“But she does like the taste of pussy,” Robin said, connecting the dots for him.
He didn’t like how that felt. In a way, he could be okay if she liked both, sort of like the girls in the porno movies. Most of those girls seemed willing to suck dick and eat pussy, too. “Maybe she just likes both.”
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