Emma picked up Aaron’s soup spoon, and she dipped it into his bowl of bisque. She held the spoon over his cock, six inches above it, and began to tip it. Aaron felt his body clench as he wondered how hot the bisque would be on his skin. Emma tipped the spoon and the bisque flowed in a thin stream until it hit his hard shaft. Aaron gasped. It was hot; but it was bearable. He saw the smile twist on his sister’s face. She scooped up more bisque and poured it on him again. And again.
When she was done, his cock, standing straight up, was coated in the bisque. Emma put her spoon down. She knelt at Aaron’s side, looked up at him with a fey grin, and put her face in his lap. Her tongue met his cock.
She bypassed the head, licking the shaft instead, in broad strokes, taking in most of the cock’s length, from the base to the edge of the head, but not quite licking the engorged head yet. Instead, Emma licked up and down, adjusting sideways at the end of each stroke until her tongue had licked most of the bisque off his shaft. Aaron sat transfixed at the sight of his sister’s mouth on his sex and the sticky delicious feel of her tongue. He groaned. Emma smiled in response.
“You like that?” she asked.
“Oh, Emma, you have no idea.”
“I think I do, actually. I felt your tongue on me a minute ago, and that was one of the best things I ever felt. I’m just returning the favor.”
“You’re doing that, and then some,” he said.
She grabbed his shaft hard with her hand, leaving only the bulbous head visible. She squeezed, pushing the blood up and into the head and engorging it more. A pin drop of precum trickled out of the hole in Aaron’s cock tip.
Emma’s head went down again, and this time her lips closed over the full head of his cock. Aaron felt her mouth take him in, slurping up the remaining bisque and engulfing him slowly. He looked to his lap to see his sister’s cheeks swell with his length inside her. She pulled back, revealing Aaron’s length, now sucked clean.
My sister’s sucking my cock, Aaron thought. I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
Aaron was on sensory overload, with the scents of Emma’s kitchen in the air, the taste of the beef in his mouth, and the sweet press of Emma’s mouth on his shaft.
She picked up the pace, and her thumb and forefinger formed a tight circle around the base of his shaft and squeezed. Aaron gasped at the sensation. Emma really knew what she was doing. He wondered how much practice she’d had.
Enough, he thought.
Aaron felt the quickening inside him and knew that the explosion would come soon. He didn’t want that, yet. He wanted to keep going. But his sister’s fast pumping of his hard shaft with her mouth would soon frustrate his attempts to delay the inevitable.
Without warning, Emma pulled her mouth off Aaron. She stood up, her magnificent body perched on high heels and bathed in uneven candlelight. She arched her back and pushed her breasts out for Aaron to see her. Then she pushed forward, grabbed the sides of his chair, and pulled and twisted it with more strength than Aaron would have guessed her to be capable. The chair legs screeched across the floor. A wicked grin stretched over her face, and she sat down on Aaron’s lap. Aaron’s cock nestled between the gap in her thighs, its tip lightly touching her the bottom edge of the close-cropped patch of fur.