“I’m serious,” he softly said, nearly touching her knees to pull them apart. “Show me how to do it. Show me precisely where to find you clit.”
“You already know that, don’t you?” she asked right before she tapped the tip of her slit. “It’s up here and not inside my pussy.”
“I know that much,” he said, not moving from where he knelt. “But is it something you can show me?”
“Oh God,” she groaned, staring at him with that doubtful expression still on her face. “You really don’t know?”
“In general, I know about where it is, but it’s usually dark and I’m usually working by feel.” He grinned before adding, “Or taste.”
“You’ve never seen the inside of a woman’s pussy?”
“Only in magazines or pornos.”
“It’s not like they’re all different or something.”
“They’re a little different,” he pointed. “Not every guy has the same size dick, do they?”
“But they all work the same.”
“Mostly,” he agreed. “But I want to understand how you like it.”
“You are such a pervert!” she said, even as she raised her heels to the edge of Mom’s chair and flopped her knees open so he could see much more than her fur-covered slit. She leaned over so she could look with him as she spread apart her pussy lip. “It’s right here, you doofus.” Holding her pussy apart, she pointed right to the swollen little bud that sometimes lived beneath the hood that she had pulled back. Wearing a playful smile, she asked, “Do you want to lick it?”
“Yes.”
“For real? Even though I’m your sister?”
“You put my dick in your mouth.”
When she traced a circle around her clit, it made her shiver. “But I mean, do you want to really lick it?”
“Yes,” he repeated while waiting for her to make fun of him.
“You want to lick your sister’s pussy?”
He felt confused. Was that the joke? Was it because they were brother and sister that he was supposed to say “no?” He didn’t feel that way. “Is that wrong?”
“Probably,” she giggled. Once more, she shivered as she traced a circle around her clit. “But I don’t really give a fuck.” Taking that as a “yes,” he leaned forward, but she put a hand on his forehead, stopping him before he reached her pussy. “If you do this, you have to do it until I get off.”
“Okay,” he promised. Why wouldn’t he do that? Did she really think he would just tease her a bit and then stop?
She studied him for a long moment before pulling her hand away from his forehead. Without hesitation, Austin leaned in and replaced her finger with his tongue. This was something he knew he could do. Suzanne loved whenever he went down on her. His first girlfriend had felt the same way, too. He lapped right at her clitoris, experimenting with circling around it, going up and down, and then side-to-side. Up and down felt easiest and she didn’t seem to mind.
“Yeah, like that,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”
He didn’t plan on stopping, not even to say he wouldn’t stop.
“Oh fuck, yeah!” she moaned louder. “You are good at that!”
He kept his attention right on her clit. He had always known a woman’s clitoris was near the top of her slit. Having a better sense of exactly where it was on Robin made it even easier. Also, her clitoris seemed to stick out farther than Suzanne’s clitoris. Who could miss Robin’s clitoris, unless you were just stupid and spent your entire time trying to tongue her vagina? He didn’t do that. He just licked the good spot.
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