“Want to taste?” she offered, holding out her hand and offering her index and middle fingers to him.
“You’ll freak if I do it,” he said since that had been her reaction the last time.
“Do it,” she insisted with a playful grin. “I dare you.”
Standing next to her, he started sucking on her fingers and found they did taste like pussy. Her pussy. His sister’s pussy. He didn’t care. He was too busy admiring her full nudity. He could smell her pussy. He wished he could touch it and feel for himself how wet she was.
“You are so hard,” she said, staring directly at his cock. With her sitting and him standing, his cock was right on eye level for her. “Were you jerking off?”
“You said you wanted me dripping,” he said, letting go of her hand, but remaining pressed against the arm of the big chair where Mom always sat. None of that mattered to him as much as being hard in front of a naked woman.
“Can I touch it?” she asked in a tentative voice.
“Sure!” he quickly answered, thrilled at the idea and the moment her hand caressed his cock, his throbbing went into overdrive.
“Are you doing that?”
“No, you are,” he said, incredibly happy.
“For real?”
He felt played. Surely she would know how a man’s body worked. He said as much to her.
“I know this happens with other guys, too, but I never know for sure if they’re doing it or if it just sort of happens.”
“When you’re really excited, you can’t stop it from happening,” he explained.
Robin explored his cock, testing what would make it jump and throb. She soon discovered that simply running her finger lightly across the sensitive underside of his cock was enough to make it happen. “Does it feel like an orgasm?”
“Not even close,” he said through clenched teeth. Fuck, that felt good, but it wasn’t enough to make him cum. It was only enough to tease the hell out of him. He tried to explain it as best he could. “It makes me more excited, but not enough to get off.”
“But what if I keep doing this?” she asked with a playful grin as she kept lightly touching his cock just enough to drive him mad with desire.
“I don’t mean that in a bad way,” she insisted. “I like seeing you soft like that. It looks touchable.”
“If you touch it, I bet it would get hard again.”
“I bet I can do that by getting naked, too.”
“That would work, too,” he grinned, hopeful that she would really do it.
“I want to see if it happens all by itself.”
That felt like the worst possible answer, especially since he knew it would. He liked being naked in front of her. For some strange reason, it felt even better because she was his sister. Unsure what that meant, he pushed the thought away.
“Sid hated for me to see him soft,” she said as she watched him cook. “It got really small when he was soft.”
“Is that why you broke up with him?”
“No,” she flatly stated. “I broke up with him because he was a jerk.”
“Was he good in bed?”
“He was alright,” she shrugged. “Nothing great. Like I said, he just loved to fuck.”
“And you don’t?”
“No, I like to fuck, but I like to do other things, too.”
“I really like going down on Suzanne,” he offered.
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