The odd thing is, we never talked about these specific “deeds.” What happened between us was just…us. Of course, after mom came home we were back to normal, although we were closer than ever. We just shared small touches and sweet glances between us.
At night, while in bed by myself, I had to masturbate. I was so in need of sexual release, but I hadn’t wanted to try to be inside my sister. First, I didn’t want to do anything that would scare or hurt her. Second, I’d heard enough from the boys at school about pregnancy. My sister never knew, and I didn’t tell her…until one day I had to.
One warm summer day we were lying together in her room. And something was different. She was kissing my chest, and moving down to my stomach. It was the first time she’d “taken the lead,” so to speak. She kept moving downward until she was face to face with the exposed head of my cock. I didn’t quite know what to do, but I was hard as steel, and aching for relief.
Then I felt something I’d never dreamed of. Her mouth gently closed around the pre-cum slicked head of my cock. Her tongue started tracing the ridge, as she sucked, ever so gently. She seemed to savor my tastes and textures as much as I savored hers. But it didn’t take long for me. My cock kicked in her mouth and pulsed it’s cum on her lips and in her mouth. She never pulled away. She softly kept sucking and licking all around my cock, cleaning up my cum. When she brought her face up to kiss me we shared the moment…another first for me; the taste of my cum from the girl I loved.
She didn’t ask what happened. She somehow knew, instinctively, that I had just “orgasmed” as she had on so many occasions. And she knew what I was feeling — bliss. I didn’t push the issue, but I did feel it necessary to explain to her what cum was, and how it could lead to pregnancy. But this may have been the only time we ever discussed what we were doing as “specific acts.” There was no other conversation that I can remember about “didj’a like it?” or anything even approaching the things we were doing. We just seemed to be, well, perfect together.
The only real question she ever asked about it all; “Now am I your girlfriend?” Followed by my usual response…which got harder and harder and harder. This back and forth, was at first for me, a little tease…but my feelings for my sister were so deep, I didn’t know how long I could keep this little game going.
Perhaps the most meaningful day started out the usual way, which for us, as brother and sister, probably wasn’t so “usual.” We were, of course in bed together with my face firmly between the cheeks of her ass. I loved tracing the outline of her sweet anus, and it was unspoken how much we both loved the intimacy of it all. But I was watching her and could tell she was fully relaxed. I stopped kissing and licking, and a moment later, started running my thumb over her anus. I was probing, but I wasn’t sure why. The sight itself was beautiful enough; her tiny anus, with the sweet little ridges around the edge. I pressed a little more firmly, and the tip of my thumb was swallowed by her sweet ass. She moaned and lifted her butt closer, fully swallowing my thumb in her rectum…and she came with a loud moaning of my name. God it was so sweet to watch her revel in her pleasure.