She gasped and ground her groin into my face as my tongue began to probe and explore her depths. I was noisy, moaning with delight and slurping on the mingling of saliva and female lubrication. God, she tasted good.
I pulled back, put one hand under each knee and pushed back. I knew she’d be flexible, and she was. I pushed her back so that her pussy and asshole were on complete and unfettered display. Her inner lips were distended with arousal and her entire pussy shone with the flow of her juices. Suddenly my mouth was everywhere – licking her juicy hole, sucking on her flared lips, probing deeply into her hot core. And I couldn’t stop there. The tight sphincter of her puckered little asshole was too alluring to ignore. I buried my tongue as deep as it would go and began to tongue fuck her sweet little anus with gusto.
She hissed her approval through clenched teeth. “Oh, you dirty fucker, Michael. You’re tongue fucking my ass, brother! Fuck, that feels amazing.”
I flashed back to watching Lanie walk in the house just a week ago – my innocent young step-sister. Now she was bent back over herself and I was tonguing her asshole and she was loving it. I can’t say this is what I had expected on my visit home, but it surely was a pleasant surprise.
I reached back for the little pocket rocket she had left on the coffee table and turned it on. I returned to lick her ass and pussy and reached over her leg to guide the little vibrating cylinder directly over her clit. I needed to watch my handiwork at this point, so I replaced my tongue with two fingers and inserted them deep into her slippery hole as I slowly rolled the rocket back and forth over her clit. I curled my fingers upwards and found the forward walls of her smooth inner flesh. She was dripping and moaning as the little rocket buzzed.
Once I was dialed in I began to wiggle my fingers and move the vibrator ever so slowly, gauging her reaction and trying to find that perfect rhythm – just enough to tap into her own inner rhythm, but very conscious of not overdoing it. I could tell by the way her body reacted and her telltale moans that I had found just the right groove. I loved watching her clutch the cushions, her breasts shimmying as her body reacted strongly to the manual stimulation coupled with the buzzing bullet. She was chasing an orgasm and it was my full intention to get her there.
“Come for me, Lanie. Come for your bro,” I urged. Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was open as she began to utter unintelligible moans of delight, urging me on. My fingers began to elicit that squelching sound that so often portends the juicy flow of a powerful orgasm. And as I talked softly to her, I felt her body tense and her hips rise up to meet me.
What a beautiful sight at that moment to see my step-sister in the moment before she let go. I could feel it coming and then with a shudder and guttural scream of delight, her entire body shook with a powerful climax that pulsed through every pore of her beautiful being. It was a rare pleasure to watch her orgasm at my hands. As I felt her throb through the final throes of pleasure, I pulled the rocket away from her groove, exposing the pink wet flower of her sex. Damn, she was fine.