B: masturbation
S: Sucking cock
S: bukkakke
B: what’s that?
S: Being cummed on
B: Ahhhh, Dirty Dirty girl. So that’s why you like the work out naked.
B: I want to smear chocolate on you.
S: MMMMM – Stop.
B: Getting you all sweaty and dirty.
B: Loved the frosting
S: Mmmmmm. God damn it. You are a bad boy.
B: I liked watching you. So wet.
S: I just took my pants off
B: We can still chat 😉
B: All those things I WON’T do to you
S: Be patient.
Fucking shit, what a night we had.
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Once you experience something you want it again, in fact you want it again more, more, more intensely. Sex is definitely like that. The true nature of an addiction. But sex with your sister?
I was feeling quite addicted. It was truly like crack, nothing was like what I had done, in what was now one week ago.
To then be relegated to chatting again was hard, and I kept pressing for more. Like going from full color to coloring books. I wasn’t being obnoxious but steady, she knew what I wanted. My drip drip drip that is not fixed or able to be turned off. And she still was not getting any because I would check on that. Weirdly that was like my in. It was my one true invite back to that leather sofa, and my sisters naked ass. To be near her like that again, to be naked with my sister. Stand over her and cum on her.
I told her I wanted to blindfold her and feed her.
S: What would you feed me?
B: Anything I want;)
B: You my baby bird with her mouth open.
S: Feed me! Feed Me!
Now as it happened it was my birthday and mom wanted to give me a little gathering at the house. She was willing to cook and bake a cake. Now from everything I’d shared so far it would seem I was one of those guys without any friends. That’s not it, I’m just focused here on my now obsession which was my sister. My illicit self, my secret transcripts of depravity.
Beyond this fetish I had an utterly, outwardly normal life. I worked, took some classes, had plenty of friends, went out a lot. Dated, that one girl was getting to be a pretty regular thing. Actually, so did my sister. She was really good friends with her roommates, and if you saw her, she appeared almost conservative. Yeah, its always the conservative ones with the dirtiest fetishes.
Anyway, I was not at a loss who I would like over for a quiet evening, but then it also dawned on me that I could invite my sister.
I never had before, it was not the normal thing for me to actually be with my sister when hanging out with my friends. I mean, who does that? But this was really interesting timing, and I had not actually SEEN her since our thing in her apartment. My crack fix. So when I told mom who I would be inviting I included my sister. We also usually hung out and played darts or play pool in the basement or watch TV. There was a bar down there. Sure, she could hang with us. Even my friends were like, dude what’s up with that. I said I hadn’t seen her in awhile. I just didn’t add NAKED.
The night of the party I actually had butterflies, what would she do?
I told Sasha it was no big deal, and that it was MOMS idea. She wanted to see her, that was it. A chance to see both of us together, which was a lie. She bought it, and I think wanted to see me too. The fact we would be with others at the party also made it ‘safe’ for her I believe, though I could be reading a lot into the conversation which was all of one minute, and I avoided any innuendo. I did not want her to say no.