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And I agreed; I could taste my own juices on her mouth and tongue. When she stopped and looked into my eyes I knew immediately what she was thinking, but she surprised me by saying, "You do it to me first – move over, I’ve been doing all the work!"
She plopped herself down flat next to me, shoving me aside and then spread her pale legs far apart expectantly. I had all I could do not to fall off the bed for reals and ended up kneeling between her legs.
"You want me to put my mouth on you? Like here?" I asked, boldly putting my fingers against her pussy – it was warm and very, very wet – like mine. Keep in mind I hadn’t even touched her there yet, and it was only that night that she touched me.
"Just to taste it." She said, quickly pulling my now wet hand up to her mouth – and she licked my finger. "Same." She said, "Good. I taste good!" She was grinning.
Since she had pulled my arm, it basically made me lean way over and I was surprised when I looked back down that my face was pretty much right over her mound as it was, so the little lick I made was an easy reach and I did it without really thinking. And it made her stop pulling my arm out of its socket, which was good.
She was right. She was sweet, and when she made a little sighing noise I felt my own pussy tingle, so I licked again. And again. The sweetness and taste was fantastic, after all these years, sometimes I bouquet of flowers will remind me of her and I am instantly wet. I have heard that usually siblings are repulsed by their smells – this was absolutely not the case with us. This was candy, pure and simple.
My tongue was licking all over her now dripping slit, and the fingers of both of my hands were exploring her like she was doing to me earlier - soon she was breathing heavier and heavier. I was drinking her wetness and it reminded me of how Bet swallowed our brother’s cum – it made me lick and suck more deeply. Suddenly she pushed up her hips toward my mouth and I knew what was coming – or who!
I quickly moved my hands to cover her mouth just in time to muffle her scream as she convulsed in a shuddering orgasm.
I kept my hands there, loose but ready, until she relaxed, then I crawled on top of her until our faces were close together. "That was close." I told her, "You almost made Daddy come back up!"
She just panted for half a minute, silently searching my eyes with something like wonder. Then she whispered, "That was – just. Amazing…" and she kissed me again on the lips, but deeper than earlier – more real. I think even to this day, it remains the most loving and passionate kiss anyone has ever given me. I can still feel her hands in my hair, her warm, writhing and naked body under me, and the hungry, delicious and thankful mouth on mine. We spent a lot of time giggling about what we had done that night, especially when Bet said, "You know what I just realized?"
"That I am much prettier that you?" I suggested.
"Sha, right – No. I just realized that Daddy is downstairs right now with your pussy cum on his lips." She said, immediately busting us both into giggles.
III
As you may well imagine, things progressed from there. We stole into each other’s’ beds nearly every night. And you have to remember that this was before the Internet, or at least before there was internet in our house, and our father didn’t have any magazines or movies for us to stumble upon (none that we knew of, anyway) so we had only trial and error. Fortunately when it comes to sex, there aren’t many real "errors". To us, we basically invented the "sixty-nine", and what I now know is called "tribbing" (rubbing or grinding pussies together). Over the months and then years, anything even remotely penis-shaped was shoved into one orifice or the other – in my sister’s case, often AND "the other".
We shared intimate showers together when we could get away with it, slowly and teasingly finger-fucked each other on the sofa under the blankets while family and friends watched TV in the same room (or even the same couch) – we found this kind of dangerousness extremely exciting. I once quietly pushed Bet down in the hallway and ate her pussy out - until she came in a silent fury – with our parents and the neighbors sitting in the kitchen not five feet away, on the other side of the wall. If anyone had stepped out to use the bathroom they would have seen Bet panting and writhing with her shorts and panties looped around one ankle and her legs spread wide - with me between them lapping at her little cunt, balancing on my elbows while three fingers fucked her pussy and one was buried in her ass.
Her revenge, by the way, was to do the same to me the next Saturday when our father took us to work with him – except I was sitting on the edge of his office chair, skirt up and no panties, she sucking my clit while her entire hand was buried in my pussy. The door was wide open and he was just down the hall talking to the only other person allowed in the building. I don’t know if you’ve ever had an entire hand in your pussy, even a small and delicate hand - but I can tell you that it isn’t something you can pull away from quickly. Not that we really needed much time since the risk, the taboo (yes, we knew what we were doing was forbidden) and the dirtiness of it all excited the hell out of us both. The orgasmic payoffs were huge – we did learn, by the way, that a pair of panties, once removed and placed into a willing mouth, made an excellent noise reducer. We did things like this frequently, and more – right up until we went our separate ways to college.
Another thing I discovered through this time, and it’s been proven over the years, is that sexual acts are extremely powerful to me. I have met very few people, other than my own family, who share this drive – when we cum; we cum hard, and we cum often. I don’t think I’m a nymphomaniac, if that’s a real thing, but I fucking love fucking.
But, back to Bet and me. We purposefully chose different schools because we knew we had to. And even under the very strong layer of sexual love, of intimate connection, I don’t think I ever came to terms with how she and my brother excluded me.
Both of us were very interested in boys, too, and yes, there were a few interspersed along the way, but we were never really able to think of anything, let alone commit to anything, other than each other. We were just sexually better at – everything. And sex was a big deal – too big of a deal. I know that’s how it was for me, and I’m pretty sure it was the same for Bet. As we neared full adulthood we could feel we, and the sex, were somehow in each other’s way, and the split was ultimately as natural as the original binding. I realize now that my brother had felt the same, but at least he’s sent the occasional Christmas card – to me, anyway.
Once we were apart, it became harder and harder to reconnect; each of us having, seemingly, perfectly valid excuses for not meeting up over the years. I, and probably she too, eventually came to the conclusion that to be together again just wasn’t going to happen and that for some reason we didn’t want it to happen. And, as they say; "Life happens".
I give you all this history only as a backdrop to that visit at my brother's house, which I will take up in the next installment. I hope I haven’t wasted time on too much detail in this one, but it is part of my journey to get it out there. Thank you.
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