Emma pulled the tureen with the mashed potatoes closer. She held a shiny serving spoon in front of Aaron’s face.
“Next course,” she said.
She ladled up a spoonful of the potatoes and slapped it against her nipples in quick succession. Most of the potato stuck against her breasts, but some of it streamed down her breasts and torso in a thick mix of potato, cream, and butter.
“Eat,” Emma said.
When Aaron hesitated, Emma took her spoonless hand and grabbed the back of Aaron’s head and pressed it to her chest. Aaron mouth closed over the fluffy potato and cream mixture and sucked and chewed it. His teeth almost bit down on a nipple, but he stopped them from closing just in time and gave the nipple no more than a light nibble. Emma whimpered.
When he was done she splattered Aaron’s chest with potatoes and ate them off his chest as he’d eaten off hers. They went back and forth like that, several times. After eating and sucking another helping of potatoes off Aaron’s chest, she scooped up another spoonful, but this time she brought it between her thighs rather than to her chest. She pushed the tip of the spoon into her pussy and pulled the spoon back for Aaron to see.
“Use your fingers,” she said.
Aaron dipped three fingers under and through the fluff of potatoes and into her. His fingers curled, and he scraped the walls of her sex on either side, getting as much of the potato as he could.
When he was done, Emma put her spoon down and scooped up more potato, this time with her hand. Aaron winced. Everything Emma did was unbelievably arousing, but the unconventional way she was doing it violated every dinner table convention he could imagine.
She pressed her hand to his mouth.
“Open up.”
Aaron did, slowly at first, until he felt the thick scoop being pressed into his mouth.
“Don’t swallow yet,” she said.
Emma pressed her mouth against Aaron’s, full of mashed potato. She pushed her tongue in and he felt it swirl against his, pushing around the creamy, buttery food. Aaron had never shared a mouthful of food with anyone. The thought would have been disgusting to him, but it wasn’t disgusting now. He pushed his tongue back against hers. They alternated between touching their tongues and swallowing the food their mouths shared.
When they were done they pulled back.
“My God, Emma. I can’t believe we’re doing this.”
“I know,” she said. “It’s like a dream. And it’s going to get better now.”
With that, Emma pushed up on her heels, took his cock in her hand, and scooted closer to him on his lap. The tip of his hardness pushed against her messy but open sex. Emma let herself down, easing her opening onto his cock. They both watched the cock disappear into her, its width pushing aside remnants of the mashed potatoes.
She bit her lip and grinned.
“Time for the main course.”
Emma rose and fell on her brother, starting slowly but gradually picking up speed. Their bodies, coated in food and sauce, slapped together.
No sex ever had felt so good to Aaron. He stared at the steady bounce of his sister’s breasts before him. Her hands gripped his shoulders. His hands held fast to her waist. When she lowered onto him, he pulled her down to ensure his cock pushed as deeply into her as possible. Emma let out a tiny squeal with each push.