Aaron followed Emma’s lead, eating pieces of the beef — which was exquisite -while not taking his eyes off Emma.
Aaron and Emma ate like that for several minutes, Emma forking up chunks of beef between spread legs, Aaron alternating between savoring the delicious flavor of the meal and staring at the delicious sight of his sister’s exposed pussy.
Emma speared a large chunk of the piece of beef with the tines on her fork. Instead of bringing it to her mouth, she held it forward, toward Aaron’s mouth. Aaron inclined his head forward to take it, but Emma pulled it back. She held the fork with the speared beef chunk in front of them. She dipped the fork down, between her legs. Aaron watched in disbelief as she inserted the chunk of beef at the end of the fork into her pussy, between her lips. It disappeared briefly as the lips closed around it until she pulled it out again. Shiny traces of grease and sauce remained at the entrance of her pussy as she pulled the fork away. Emma held the fork up, in front of Aaron’s face.
Aaron’s eyes didn’t leave Emma’s as he pushed his face forward and closed his mouth around the savory beef chunk. He chewed it slowly, aware that he was tasting Emma’s pussy along with the beef bourguignon. He couldn’t say anything.
Emma fed several chunks of the beef to her brother in the same way. Soon her pussy was a mess of sauce and grease. But Aaron kept eating. His eyes wandered to his sister’s greasy, messy pussy, but most of the time they stayed fixed on her eyes.
Emma paused. Aaron waited for what was to come next.
“Do you want some wine?” she asked.
“I think that would be the perfect pairing with dinner so far,” he said.
Emma reached forward and picked up Aaron’s wine glass rather than her own. But instead of giving it to him, she pulled it back, close to her body, and she leaned back. She held the glass over her left breast. With agonizing slowness, she tilted it over her body. The rich, ruby liquid, sparkling in the candlelight, dripped out of the glass, splashing over the swell of her breast and coating her nipple before flowing down. She lay back at a shallow angle, so the wine didn’t flow too quickly; it meandered its way down her skin, an irregular and unpredictable channel of liquid flowing down her abdomen, over her belly button, toward the junction between her legs.
Aaron watched, mesmerized. The flow of the wine slowed as it approached the place between her outspread thighs. But It got there, eventually, and when it did Aaron saw the wine flow over her clit and down into her pussy. Emma held her legs far enough apart that the stretch caused her pussy to open, and the wine flowed into, darkening and wetting the sparkly pink inside her. From there it dripped onto the table.
Emma smiled at Aaron, a Mona Lisa smile, a smile that combined desire and lust and mystery and emotions and longings that until today Aaron had no idea existed. But he was getting up to speed fast.
“You’re supposed to drink the wine, not just look at it, big brother,” Emma said.