Sister Lickin’ Good

  • Posted on May 1, 2015 at 10:13 am

By JetBoy


My name is Kim Rutledge, and this is the story of the sexual experience that changed my life.

It was my third week back home from college after my freshman year. I was three months away from being nineteen and liked being grown up. My mom was cool; she’d given up on trying to treat me like her little girl, the way she had in my senior year of high school, so we got along really well nowadays. Even better, my asshole dad was out of the picture. He’d left Mom for this widow with tons of money, and all we ever saw of him was his support checks.

All in all, it could have been a great summer but for one problem: my thirteen-year-old baby sister Cindy had grown into an obnoxious, whiny brat.

She’d been a pretty sweet kid growing up, but something about hitting puberty had driven her nuts. To begin with, she was so goddamn needy – always demanding attention, then having hissy fits when she didn’t get it. It was absurdly easy to piss her off, too. She took offense at anything and everything, always convinced the world was out to rain on her parade. I’d been a bit of a handful in my teen years, sure, but nothing like the drama queen Cindy had evolved into.

Even when she wasn’t in a tizzy about something, Cindy was always hanging around, expecting me to keep her amused — and I no longer had any way to escape her, except in the bathroom. See, my mom had always been into making jewelry, a skill she’d picked up from her dad back when she was a teenager, and while I was away at college she decided to try selling it to bring in extra income. So she started a mail-order business that she installed in Cindy’s old room, and my sister moved into mine. Now that I was home, she and I had to share our personal space — and being her roommate sucked, to say the least.

Worst of all, Cindy’s constant presence put a real damper on my sex life.

I’d thought of myself as bisexual by the time I graduated high school, but a few months of college convinced me that I was a lesbian — and a hot, sexy-as-hell lesbian at that! At my college there were a lot more girls than guys, and most of the females were at least open to the idea of experimenting. I was the proverbial kid in the candy store, fucking one girl after another. I never slept alone in my dorm room if I could help it, and if one of my lovers didn’t want to spend the night, my roommate — a math nerd, but kinda cute — was nearly always happy to get naked and share my bed.

I’d counted on being able to sneak girls into the house late at night, but having to share a room with Cindy put the kibosh on that but good. I could always go out and meet a girl somewhere else, but it was tricky — we only had one car, and Mom needed it too much of the time. Even when I was able to go out, Cindy made a big fat deal about me having fun without her, hitting me with all kinds of nosy questions about what I was up to. It was exhausting, coming up with cover stories about why I needed the car and why Cindy couldn’t tag along. I wanted to keep my sexuality a secret for the time being, and my sister was making that a lot more difficult.

Hell, with Cindy constantly underfoot, it was hard for me to get enough privacy to masturbate! And on top of that I had to deal with her bitchy, irritating demeanor all the time. It was too much, damn it. Something had to give.

So I ran the problem around and around in my mind for a few days…and suddenly, out of the blue, I came up with the greatest idea ever — a plan that, if successful, would not only fix Cindy’s obnoxious behavior, but make my summer a hell of a lot more exciting!

The next morning, I put on one of my casually slutty outfits — a pair of denim shorts cut off just under my pussy and a tank top I’d made out of one of my old gym t-shirts from 8th grade by cutting the sleeves off and the collar out. I added a gold ankle bracelet my mom gave me a year or so ago. Dressed like that, I knew I could have at least a few girls looking twice as I sauntered past.

That day, though, it wasn’t about heading over to the mall to shop and flirt with the cute girls there, much as I enjoyed that. No, this was the first phase of Operation Adjust Cindy’s Attitude.

Phase Two began with me tracking down my baby sister. Not that it was hard to find her — Cindy was in our room, sprawled in the middle of her bed in skimpy panties and an old faded t-shirt that was about four sizes too big for her. It was, in fact, my dad’s old t-shirt, one that I’d worn for a nightie all through high school and that had mysteriously disappeared right before I packed my stuff to go to college. She was thumbing through some stupid teen magazine with that bored pout of hers that never failed to rankle me.

For the moment, however, my plan was to make nice.

“I’m going to the mall,” I told her. “You can come if you want, but be ready to go in five minutes.”

Her eyes narrowed, wondering why I was inviting her to join me when I usually used any excuse I could to ditch her. I knew, though, that she’d want to tag along too much to ask questions.

“Sure!” she exclaimed. She tossed the magazine into the wall with a page-fluttering thud and scrambled to her feet, giving me a quick flash of her bare legs and panty-covered butt.

Annoying as my little sister was, I had to admit that she was already totally cute, sure to grow up into an absolute sex bomb.

I drank a Coke in the living room while counting off five minutes, then strolled into the garage. God, Cindy was already there.

“Are we goinnnng?” she shrilled, shifting from one sneakered foot to the other as she stood impatiently by the car.

“Yes, yes, yessssss!” I snapped at her, pretending to be annoyed, pulse quickening at the thought of the fun I planned to have soon when I turned the tables on my bratty sister… my bratty, sexy little sister.

As soon as we got in the car, Cindy reached for the radio, which was set to the college station I like. I slapped her hand hard — a sharp little CRACK sound echoing in the garage — and said, “Put your seatbelt on.” Cindy pouted, but sullenly tugged the shoulder harness down and fastened it across her waist. I buckled myself in and started the car.

Three blocks away from the house, Cindy made a face at the Sonic Youth track that was playing. “This sucks,” she declared, and reached for the radio again.

This time I slapped her face with a deft backhand that left a red mark on her cheek. The CRACK was louder this time.

Cindy was stunned. Neither of my parents had ever hit us, not even spankings when we were little. She sat frozen, gaping at me, mouth wide open. I’d just wheeled the car onto the main drag when she finally got her voice back.

“YOU CAN’T HIT ME!” she screamed, in that fire alarm voice that always set my jaw on edge. “Y-you — I’M TELLIN’ MOM YOU DID THAT AN’ YOU’RE GONNA GET — mmmmppphh!”

That last came because I’d leaned over a few inches, which my lap belt allowed me to do because I’d fastened it loosely, and clapped my hand hard over Cindy’s mouth. At that point, I executed a quick right hand turn, wrenching the car into the Jiffy Lube parking lot. Switching off the ignition, I shoved her away from me. At that point, she was too startled to make a peep.

“Now, listen up, you little shit,” I told Cindy, keeping my voice low and even, “I got you out of the house so we could have a little chat about your behavior. You’ve been an absolute bitch to me and Mom, and you’re driving us both nuts. I’m not gonna tolerate this bullshit from you for one more day. Maybe Mom won’t discipline you like you deserve, but I’ll take a goddamn belt to your ass if you don’t shape up. You hear me?”

Cindy gave me a wounded look, her lower lip jutting out. “That’s not fair,” she whined. “You and Mom are always ganging up on me. You don’t even try to understand how I feel about…”

“There you go again!” I snapped, cutting her off. “Nobody’s ganging up on you, damn it. See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about. You carry on like the whole world revolves around Cindy Rutledge. If you don’t get every single thing you want, exactly when you want it, you complain and whine and whine and complain until everyone around you is totally miserable — especially Mom. Listen, I’ve had enough of your bratty behavior. Enough!” I smacked the back of her headrest, hard.

Cindy was gaping at me, eyes huge. “What… what is it you want m-me to do?” she whispered, now looking seriously scared — which was at least part of what I wanted. Now I had to calm her down before she started sniveling.

“Listen,” I said, gently brushing her hair out of her eyes with the back of my hand. She flinched at first, then submitted, closing her eyes and pouting. “I’m not gonna be mean to you if you don’t make me. I love you, even though you’ve been an utter pain in the ass ever since I got home.” While I spoke, I started up the car again, exiting the parking lot. “I swear, sometimes you make me wish I was still back at school instead of on vacation.”

That really struck home. Cindy sank down in her seat, looking miserable. “I’m — I’m sorry if I’ve been so awful to you and Mom… I didn’t know I was, really. W-what can I do to be better?”

I took a deep breath. Here goes. “I’ll make a deal with you. First, you can start hanging out with me more often. Second, I’m gonna teach you some stuff about makeup and hair, and help you pick out clothes, and teach you about how to behave like a real woman. But that’s if you pay attention and do like I tell you. And there’s gotta be some serious attitude adjustment. No more temper tantrums, and a lot less griping and getting all bent out of shape about every little thing. If you get yourself together and try to act like a civilized human being, then we can be friends, you and me. Just like we used to be, okay? But if you keep being a little bitch, then I promise you this: I’ll make your life a living hell. So… what’s it gonna be?” By then, I’d reached the entrance of the mall.

Cindy sniffled a few times, nibbled at her lower lip in a way that made her look eight years old, then finally said, softly, “I want us to be f-friends again.”

“Good,” I said, pulling into a dark corner of the mall’s left-hand parking garage, where you could get a couple of hours of privacy if you wanted. I’d used it for a make-out and drinking spot back in my high school days, because nearly everyone else parked on the right-hand side. I switched off the ignition and turned back to my sister. “If you really mean that, then yeah, we can be friends. I’ll teach you about grownup stuff you need to know… things you can’t go to Mom about. Understand?”

Cindy stared at me, then sniffled and blinked. “Teach me what? You mean, you want to teach me about, um, sex?” She was toying with her hair nervously. “Y-you think I’m ready for that…?”

I smiled, casually placing a hand on her bare thigh. “Baby, you’re ready to have sex with anyone you want. You are old enough now — and it’s the greatest!” Then I paused, my next remark very calculated. “Well… I don’t know, maybe you think sex is kinda gross…”

“Um, no, no,” Cindy said, hastily, blushing a little and looking away. “I mean, I’m not a baby, I know about this stuff. It’s just…” She looked up at me shyly. “I haven’t done anything — I mean, not much.” She hesitated, then smiled. “So… will you show me how to, to be sexy?”

I grinned, but only inwardly. I had her in the palm of my hand now…

“Hmmm,” I said thoughtfully. “Well, I’ll try, I guess.” I gazed at her, tapping my teeth with my fingernail like I was thinking about what I might teach her first. Of course, I knew exactly what I wanted. “Let’s see. Do you know how to kiss?”

“Well… kinda.”

I reclined my car seat back as far as it would go. “Okay, sis… come share my seat and show me how good you are at it.”

Her eyes grew wide. “You want me to kiss you?”

I shrugged and tried to look exasperated. “If you don’t want to…”

“It… it just seems a little weird,” she mumbled, blushing hotly, though her eyes told me that she found the idea of kissing her big sister an intriguing one.

I started toying with her hair. “You don’t have to only have sex with boys, you know,” I whispered. “Fooling around with other girls can be even better.”

She stared at me in disbelief. “Have you, um, had s-sex with other girls?”

I nodded, a wicked smile on my lips. “I have,” I murmured, “and I loved it.”

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully, then giggled. “Okay!” she squealed, squeezing into my seat next to me.

It was a tight fit, but that only heightened the mood. I placed a hand on Cindy’s cheek and drew her face to mine, my lips parting…

Two minutes later, Cindy broke away and sat back. “How was that? I mean, I’ve only practice kissed with Jane, but she thinks I’m pretty good.”

My heart was pounding like a jackhammer, my nipples were hard as bullets and my pussy a swamp, but I kept my voice cool. Damn, my little sister had one hot little mouth!

“That was… pretty nice,” I said. “You are a good kisser, babe — but you could be even better.” I opened my door. “Come on, let’s get in the back, there’s a little more room to stretch out. I want to show you some other stuff.”

Cindy got into the back without any protest. In fact, she seemed downright eager. I lay back on the seat and pulled my little sister down on top of me with a growl of lust.

She came to me eagerly, her lips meeting mine again and her tongue immediately darting into my mouth.

We both moaned as our kiss grew deep and passionate. I was on fire, more aroused than I’d been in weeks. So far, this crazy plan of mine had succeeded beyond my wildest hopes. I’d figured it would be about a week or so before Cindy would let me make out with her, much less take the initiative herself! I slid my hands up under the oversized t-shirt she was wearing and undid her small bra. We continued to French kiss as my hands found her apple-sized breasts and fondled them. Her nipples quickly stiffened to the touch.

Cindy broke away, panting, then clumsily shrugged out of her t-shirt and bra. The car windows were tinted and there was no one parked anywhere near us, so I wasn’t worried about being seen. Without a word I drew my sister back down to me, taking her left nipple into my mouth. Cindy moaned in surprised delight as I nibbled and sucked at the tip of one breast, then the other.

To my surprise, I felt her hands moving clumsily about the waistband of my denim cutoffs, seeking the button. I squirmed around to give her better access, and she had them unsnapped and halfway down my legs in a flash.

“I wanna see your pussy,” she gasped, her voice loud in the close confines of the car.

“You can have my pussy any time you want it, babe,” I told her breathlessly, running my fingers through her hair, then letting her kiss them as I trailed them over her lips. “You and your friend Jane did a little more than kissing together, didn’t you?”

“No, we didn’t,” Cindy insisted, licking over my palm to kiss my wrist, then trailing her tongue in a tantalizing way down the underside of my arm, “but I’ve seen lots of pictures of girls doing it with each other on the internet, and I always wanted to try it.” She shook her head in disbelief. “I can’t believe I’m getting to do it with you, though! Pretty wild, huh?”

“Yeah,” I purred, moving in to claim Cindy’s mouth in a brief but hungry kiss, “pretty fuckin’ wild.”

She tugged my tank top up and stared at my bare breasts, moved in to lick my left nipple, then took it between her lips and sucked gently. “You’re so pretty,” Cindy breathed as she switched to my other erect nipple. She suckled me for another few seconds, then raised her face, her eyes burning into mine. “So… have you done this with a lot of other girls?”

“Oh, a few,” I admitted, running my fingers through her soft hair. “But this is extra special, sis, because I love you so much.”

It was true, too — the idea of committing incest with my sister had me nearly trembling with excitement. I couldn’t believe I’d never thought of making a move on her before. After all, I’d wanted to make love to my mom for a least a year, ever since I had a dirty dream about her after realizing I liked girls. She still looked really good at thirty-eight, and hadn’t been with anyone since Dad bailed on us. I knew that I could rock her world in bed.

Now I’d made a hot little discovery — a sexy little lover who’d been sleeping in the bed just across the room from mine for two weeks! And to think that just a couple of days ago, I’d all but given this summer up as a lost cause…

“I love you too,” Cindy purred. She kissed me again, urgently, her tongue eagerly exploring my mouth. “Can I really make out with you any time I want?” she asked breathlessly, between kisses.

“Baby,” I told her, touched by her enthusiasm, “we’re gonna be sleeping in the same room until September. We can fuck all night, every night… and anytime Mom’s at work, we can fuck on the couch downstairs, too.”

“Oh yeahhhh,” Cindy said, sounding very pleased at that prospect. Then she blushed a little bit, looking down at her hands. “Um… there’s something I want to ask you, Kim. Something I’d like a lot that’s… kinda weird, I guess. I read about it on the internet.”

“Tell me, baby,” I whispered, nibbling at her ear.

“Can I… can I be your sex slave, Kim? I want you to tell me what to do… to use me like, you know, order me to do things to you, or let you do stuff to me.”

I was absolutely floored. “You mean… you really want me to dominate you?”

She nodded vigorously. “Yeah, that’s it. I’ll d-do anything with you, Kim, I swear I will. I love you so much! And, and can Jane maybe come over an’ play with us? She might be kinda weird about it at first, but I know she’d like it.” Her eyes were alight with excitement.

God, could this be the same irksome little bitch who I’d fantasized about boiling in oil that very morning? This scheme of mine was going better than I could ever have imagined! “Sure, we can do that,” I told Cindy with a kiss, “and I’d love to help you seduce your friend, sweetie.”

“Cool!” she squealed. “See, I found this story about a girl who gets to be a sex slave to her best friend’s mom.” She shivered, then shook her head in wonder. “God, I thought that was the hottest thing ever! Since then, I kept thinkin’ about how I’d like that — y’know, have someone be my, um, mistress, an’ make me do sex s-stuff with her…”

My head swam. Here I’d been thinking of my baby sister as an uptight little virgin, and all the while she’d been immersing herself in lesbian submission fantasies! I wondered if that could have been the real reason behind her bratty behavior, and she’d been longing for me or Mom to crack down on her the whole time.

“I’ll take care of you, Cindy,” I whispered, nuzzling her face. “I’ll be your mistress.”

We kissed again, and then that went on for a while, and eventually I panted, “I want to take your cherry, babe. How about it… wanna get fucked by your big sister?”

“Oh, wow…” Cindy said, pausing to think about that. “Well… yeah! If I’m your sex slave, I have to do what you want. Sure, you can fuck me. How are you gonna do it, Kim?”

I hugged her to me tightly, licked around her ear, and whispered “With a dildo, silly. I’ve got more than one, though. Let me ask you this — d’ya want me to use my strap-on cock on you, or the one I hold in my hand?”

“Oooh, strap it on and do me like a boy,” Cindy grinned wickedly. “I can’t believe you’re gonna be my first, Kimmie. It’s like I’m your girlfriend now, huh?”

“Mmmm… you’re my best little girlfriend, sugardoll,” I whispered in Cindy’s ear as I slipped her shorts down and began to finger her pussy. “We can make love for awhile right here, but then we’ll go back home and get together tonight after Mom goes to sleep. You deserve to be in a nice warm bed for your first fuck.”

“Oh God, that sounds amazing,” Cindy breathed. Then she looked at me with adoring eyes, bashfully nibbling her lip. “Kimmie, can I lick your pussy now? I’d like to…”

My reply was to part my legs, letting my little sister see everything. “Be my guest.”

I sighed happily as she kissed down my neck and to my nipple, taking it into her hot mouth and gently sucking. “Oh, yeah, Cindy-girl… make me feel good.”

She made her wicked way down my body, tantalizing me with her lips and tongue, finally kneeling between my thighs. I reached down to open my cunt with two fingers, offering myself to Cindy. She slowly dipped her head to plant a soft kiss on my pussy.

I moaned as my baby sister pressed her mouth to my cunt and began to eat me, her hot tongue lashing my vulva until she found my clit. I gasped as she nuzzled it, then began to lick.

“Mmmyummmm!” Cindy purred as she lapped at me, clearly digging her first taste of cunt.

“Oh, baby,” I groaned, arching my back and grinding my pudenda into her face. “Ohhh you hot little bitch mmm sweet lover oh my GOD you are so good at that oh jesus FUCK I’m coming…!”

I went off like a hand grenade, coming in my little sister’s face as she continued to pleasure me. Finally my pussy got tender and I couldn’t take any more, so I squeezed her shoulder to get her attention. “Hold on for a second, sis.”

She drew back, her mouth and chin shining with wetness. I brought my knees up to my breasts, parting my buttocks for her. “Okay, Cindy — now lick my asshole.”

“Uh, wow,” Cindy said as she lifted her eyes up to mine, “I never thought of doing that before.”

“No,” I said, “I bet not… but trust me, it’s so fucking good. You’ll see, when I do it to you.”

Cindy blinked at me a few times without speaking, then put her face back between my legs and worked her way a little lower. I felt her licking a path through my ass crack. “Yum,” she purred, and then I felt her tongue start to swirl around my rosebud.

I love to get my ass licked, especially just after I’ve just come. “Oh yeah baby, that’s good,” I crooned as I felt my baby sister’s wet tongue bathe my anus.

Cindy ate my ass out for a few minutes while I fondled my tits… and it felt wonderful. Finally I slid my legs off her shoulders and sat up. “Okay, baby sister,” I said, “it’s your turn.”

She smiled at me and I kissed her deeply, tasting my sticky self on her mouth. I maneuvered us around so I had my knees on the floor of the car and she was on the seat, her legs over my shoulders. Taking a deep breath, I lowered my face to her lightly downed pussy.

I used my fingers to play with Cindy’s moistened labia while I tongued and nibbled her clit, then ran my tongue up and down her cunt for a long while before taking her clit between my lips and sucking at the tiny pink nubbin. I slowly wriggled a finger deep into her rectum and began sliding it in and out while I ate her. Cindy was going out of her mind with pleasure within minutes, finally gasping for me to stop.

“Slut,” I told her good-naturedly, kissing my way up her body and plunging my tongue into her eager mouth. As she sucked at it, I pushed her back and turned her so she was lying lengthwise on the seat, then got on top of Cindy, settled my cunt against hers and began to grind myself against her in a hot lesbian fuck. My sister moaned and squirmed beneath me, which only added to the friction we were generating.

After a few minutes of crazily pumping our bodies together, I found myself going off again. A few seconds later Cindy panted crazily as she came, too.

“That’s pretty good sex for a seventh grade virgin,” I told her, running my tongue up her neck to her ear and nibbling at the lobe. “Now let’s get dressed. I have to buy you some hot new clothes before I take you home and fuck you for real.”

“Okay,” Cindy said agreeably, turning her face to kiss me. “I love you, Kimmie.”

“Love you too, my sweet fuck toy,” I told her. I tossed Cindy her shorts and she squirmed into them while I put on mine.

Once in the mall, I took my sister to Burdine’s to find a couple of outfits for her — a couple of sleeveless blouses, very tight, with some V-shaped necklines that buttoned up the front, and some short skirts that hugged her ass tightly. Cindy was positively in a daze by the time we left the shopping area and were walking back to the car. My arm was around her shoulders, and hers circled my waist as she snuggled her head into the side of my right breast.

“People’r gonna think we’re weird if they see us, I bet,” Cindy murmured to me as we walked, and indeed, some people were staring out of the corners of their eyes at the sight of two hot teenage girls walking along embracing like lovers in the mall. “I don’t even care, though.”

“Me neither — let ‘em stare,” I said. “Do you love me, sis?”

“Course,” she sighed, snuggling into me a little more as we walked. “I’m your sex slave and your sweet love toy and your girlfriend, you said so,” Cindy responded dreamily. “You’re gonna fuck me too, and I can’t wait!”

We exited through the doors that led out into the parking garage. I stopped, bringing Cindy to a halt, and glanced around. Seeing no one in the vicinity, I shoved her over behind a kiosk that juts out of the left wall, showing a map of the mall on its front side for people who are lost.

“I wanna lick you again,” I growled, pushing her up against the wall, running my hand down Cindy’s stomach and into her shorts to cup her sweet little cunt in my hand and caress it…while crushing my mouth to hers in a ravenous kiss that left my head spinning like a yo-yo.

“Aaaaaanything,” Cindy moaned, panting, as I kissed my way down her neck, nuzzling the hollow of her throat, “you can do what you like to me, sis, an’ I’ll do anything you say, I’m yours, oh Kimmie that’s so gooood…”

“Turn around,” I told her, “and play with your pussy. I’m gonna lick you from behind.”

She obeyed immediately, and I yanked her shorts down to her knees, knelt behind her, parted those soft cheeks and began to lick her sweet little asshole.

I sensed, more than felt, my sister masturbating while I ate her ass. Both my hands held her bottom open, and my face was buried in the dark cleft as I swirled my tongue around Cindy’s sweet back channel, enjoying the taste and texture of my thirteen-year-old sister’s virgin anus.

I have no idea how long it took; I wasn’t aware of anything but her rosebud pulsing around my tongue as I licked at her, until I finally heard “Ohhh GOD Kim I’m commminggggg!” and felt Cindy tremble in ecstasy as she went off for the third time in an hour.

As her pleasure crested and ebbed, I lovingly planted a few soft kisses on Cindy’s cheeks, pulled her shorts back up, and got to my feet again. As for my sister, she was sagging against the wall with what I’d have to call a well-fucked expression on her face. I picked up our shopping bags with one hand and gave her perky little butt a pat with the other.

“Come on, sugardoll,” I told her, “Time to go home.”

Cindy sighed happily, then threw her arms around my neck, startling me with a tight, very warm hug. “Mmmm Kimmie, you’re the best!” She drew back a little, gazing adoringly up at me. “Thank you for showing me how to kiss and eat pussy, and for making me feel so good and letting me be your sex slave!”

“Pleasure’s mine, sweetie,” I said. At that moment I couldn’t resist; she was looking up at me all big-eyed, so adorable and hot, so I brought my mouth to hers and we kissed tenderly. Cindy moaned and opened her mouth wide to receive my tongue.

We stood in front of the car, tenderly kissing for a long while. God… was I falling in love with my baby sister?

“I am gonna fuck you so good tonight, girl,” I whispered, nibbling her earlobe.

*****

That night was incredible, too. I remember climbing on top of Cindy, my lubricated cock fastened about my waist, her thighs parted for me. We kissed hungrily as I placed the tip at the entrance of her cunt, whispered, “I love you, baby,” and fed the length of it into her until I reached Cindy’s hymen.

She gasped in pain when I broke her, a few tears rolling down her cheeks — but she wouldn’t let me pull out, clutching me to her as she adjusted to being filled so completely. Finally she said, “Okay, I… I th-think you can fuck me now.”

I began to work my cock back and forth, going slowly at first. “Oh, Kimmie,” she moaned, “that f-feels amazing…

Within minutes Cindy had both legs wrapped round me as I plowed her. When my sister came, she bucked so hard that I was nearly thrown off the bed. I’d never seen anyone get off so intensely before.

Once she recovered, my sweet little sister got me up on all fours and ate my pussy and asshole until I exploded in her mouth.

We snuggled together, kissing and making out for a long while, then drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Two years later, Cindy and I are still lovers. We occasionally fool around with other girls, but our main interest is in each other. She and I are both scheming about how we might get our mother into bed with us, so who knows — there might be more to this story one day.

4 Comments on Sister Lickin’ Good

  1. kim says:

    Wow, I just loved that a lot, the making out in the parking lot was a very hot touch.

  2. JetBoy says:

    Thank you, dear Kim. Your kind words are a benediction to me.

  3. Matthew says:

    This is the perfect example of building characters AND writing a sex story at the same time. Now, if you want to write more of the story, you can. You’ve established both a sexual relationship and characters that are complex, distinct and can only grow.

    Sex does not have to be put off to build character and plot, and this story proves it.

  4. Drod says:

    Nice story. But, I didn’t like the part when she slapped her little sister. That was just uncool, dude.

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