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It had been a week since I’d taught her how to give the perfect blowjob. I was still in disbelief that we’d gone that far, and I thought about that day every night. I’d even jerked off to the memory, her glasses slightly askew, cheeks hollowed and lips stretched wide to accommodate my girth. She’d been such a good little sister.
Even though I’d made it clear to myself that we couldn’t cross any more lines, we kept talking like usual. We didn’t bring up the blowjob, especially not when Mom was around.
Still, I noticed she was acting a little more flirtatious, a little more in the mood and a little more excited. One day, she started a playful wrestling match, trying to take her phone back. She ended up grinding her crotch against mine and rubbing her tits all over my face, and that sweet friction brought everything rushing back.
It didn’t stop there. The next day when I got home from my girlfriend, I heard her talking to herself again. I crept upstairs, planning to tease her, but this time, she was doing something else. She was sitting on her bed with her legs spread, slowly working a dildo in and out of herself. Her back was to me, so I couldn’t see her pussy directly, but she was watching a sex tutorial on her laptop. Then I noticed the reflection in the window, just enough to catch hints of her pink, glistening pussy, and the dildo disappearing and reappearing inside her forbidden hole.
I was mesmerized by how feminine and pretty she looked. There was just such an innocence to how she so desperately wanted to know how to please a man. I watched her for a little while longer, unable to tear my eyes away.
My cock throbbed against my jeans, and before I knew it, I had pitched a tent. I fantasized that it was me entering her, teaching her how to be a good girl in bed.
But I swallowed, jaw clenched, forcing myself to back away before I did something stupid. I didn’t want to get caught, but more than that … a small, dangerous part of me wondered if she wanted to get caught. If I said anything, even a teasing comment, would she invite me in?
****
A few hours later, she was in the bathroom. Then her voice called out. “Markus, can you help me for a sec?”
I hesitated. I was still rock hard from seeing her nude on her bed earlier. “With what?”
“Just come here,” she said.
I stepped into the bathroom and found her standing by the sink, wrapped in a short white towel, still damp from the shower. Her hair stuck to her shoulders in wet strands, and her skin was flushed from the heat.
“I can’t reach the shampoo Mom put in the cabinet up there,” she said, pointing. “Can you grab it?”
I nodded, stepping past her to open the cabinet. The moment I stretched for it, I heard the softest rustle of fabric.
When I turned, the towel was on the floor. She stood completely naked, her nineteen-year-old body bare and glistening and adorned with fresh droplets. Her perky breasts topped with erect rosy nipples seized my attention, before my eyes wandered down her waist that curved down into tight hips and smooth thighs. Then it was her recently shaved pussy, just a straight pink slit with beads of either honey or water clinging to her outer lips. She looked like a Greek statue of Aphrodite.
She twirled a wet lock of hair around her finger, biting her bottom lip like she was shy, but I saw the flicker in her eyes. This wasn’t an accident.
I gawked at her for a couple of seconds before I handed her the shampoo.
“Thanks,” she whispered, and she bent over to pick up her towel, taking her time to wrap it around herself. “Sorry about that … I accidentally dropped it.”
“No problem.” I just turned and left, walking stiffly back to my room.
After a few minutes of pacing around my room, still horny and restless from having seen my sister nude, I realized I couldn’t keep ignoring what was happening. She was deliberately being a horny teaser. She wanted my attention.
I waited until I heard the bathroom door open again and the sound of her bare feet padding down the hall. When I stepped out, she was in the kitchen, dressed in a skimpy bikini. The top looked like it could slip off with the slightest tug, and the bottoms were cut high, showing off every inch of her smooth hips.
She glanced up at me, feigning innocence.
I took a deep breath. “Can we talk?”
She leaned against the counter, arms casually behind her, her cheeks turning rosy and innocent. “About what?”
“You know what,” I said, walking closer. “You’ve been teasing me. Watching sex tutorials with the door wide open, dropping your towel in front of me like it’s nothing… And now you’re wearing the skimpiest bikini I’ve ever seen on you.”
She blinked. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Come on,” I said firmly. “We’ve always been close. You can be real with me.”
She sighed and looked down, then crossed her arms under her chest, which only pushed her breasts up more, whether she realized it or not. “I’m just nervous, okay? I want to be good … at sex not just oral sex.”
I paused. “That’s why you were watching that tutorial?”
She looked up at me, lips tugging into a flirtatious smile. “How’d you know?”
“You left the door open,” I reminded her. “On purpose.”
She looked away, biting her lip. “I didn’t…”
“Alright, it doesn’t matter,” I said and wasn’t sure what to say next.
She then finally asked the question I knew was coming. “Will you teach me?” she asked. “Like … all of it.”
I looked at her, her wet hair still clinging to her shoulders, her nearly naked body barely covered by that bikini, her eyes wide with something between fear and arousal, and I felt that pull again. That dangerous, forbidden heat. She was beautiful, sexy and desperate to be touched.
But she was also crossing a line.
“We can’t,” I said. “That’s a line we’re not supposed to cross.”
Her expression dropped. She looked crushed. “So that’s it?”
I hesitated and hated how much I hesitated. “It’s not that I don’t want to. You’re … unbelievably pretty.”
“Then why not?” she said, voice soft but pleading.
“You know why … This is incest.”
“And?” she asked as if it offended her. “Cleopatra also was into incest, and she was also really pretty.”
I sighed and mulled it over. “Fine. But if we do this … we use a condom.”
Her face lit up with a stunned smile. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me, pressing her warm body into mine and mashing her tits against my chest.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
And I knew, as I wrapped my arms around her and noticed how good her boobs felt against me, there was no turning back now.
We headed upstairs, and I grabbed some condoms from my bedroom. We agreed to do this in her bedroom. We both undressed slowly, our eyes locked the entire time. I watched her slip out of her bikini, piece by piece until she stood completely bare in front of me again. I was just as stunned as the first time. In fact, she looked even prettier, like a forbidden fruit ready to be enjoyed. My eyes swept over her breasts, perky and full, her hips curving like they were sculpted just for my hands, and then it was her compact, bubbly ass without a crack in sight, just country miles of smooth, silky skin.
She looked a little nervous but curious. “Am I attractive?”
I didn’t even hesitate. “You’re the most attractive girl in the world.”
Her lips curled into a shy smile, and then she looked down at my cock, already fully hard, twitching just from seeing her like this. “You can start by sucking me again.”
“Will do,” she said happily. Dropping to her knees, she reached out and took me in her hand, then lowered her mouth onto me. Opening up wide, her lips sealed around the tip, and she started sucking like she’d done in that first blowjob.
I groaned at the taboo heat, and especially by the way she looked up to me with her sexy glasses. I tossed her chestnut hair over her shoulders, so I could see her pretty face a bit better with my cock in her mouth. “Fuck … you’re getting better already.”
She smiled around me, hollowing her cheeks and going deeper till she gagged and cried a little.
“Okay, that’s fine sis … It’s just for a warm-up.”
Sealing her lips tightly, she pulled her head back and released me from her wet, incestuous mouth. I grabbed a condom from the drawer and handed it to her.
She giggled as she struggled with the wrapper. “It’s slippery.”
“You’ve gotta do it yourself,” I said, smirking. “Otherwise you won’t learn.”
She stuck her tongue out at me but kept trying, finally getting it open. I guided her hand as she rolled it down my shaft, her fingers warm and shaky. Watching her do it made me even hornier. “Okay, so now what?”
“Onto bed,” I said.
She hopped onto the bed, gently spreading her legs. She was already soaked, but I wanted her to be dripping. “I’ll just lick you for a little.”
She eagerly grinned. “Nice … I’ve never been licked before.”
It felt good to be her first, even if we were siblings. I lowered myself onto her straight slit, parting her lips so I peeked inside her pink flesh. I pressed my tongue flat against her center and ran my tongue up her slit. She gasped and squirmed, her thighs tensing, then relaxing as I started at the bottom and licked her again to the top of her mound.
“Just relax,” I said softly.
“Okay,” she said.
I parted her pussy lips with my two fingers and dived in for the third tongue stroke, letting her honey coat my tongue as if I’d never tasted something as sweet as her.
“It’s not bad?” she asked insecurely.
I chuckled. “No, you’re perfect.”
She beamed. “It tickles … but it feels really nice.”
“It’s supposed to,” I said. I came off her with a kiss. “Spread your legs for me.”
She nodded, legs parting wider. I lined myself up in a missionary position with both my hands over her shoulders, ready to push in.
And that’s when I heard it.
The front door.
“Hello? Anyone home?” our mother’s voice rang out.
“Fuck,” we both said in unison.
We both jumped off the bed like we’d been electrocuted. I yanked the condom off and shoved it into her trashcan. She scrambled for her bikini, pulling it up backward at first before fixing it.
I threw on my clothes just in time.
“Markus,” she whispered. “Can we finish this later today?”
“She’s home,” I reminded her.
“When she’s showering during dinner … I’m really horny.”
“Fine,” I said, knowing it would be risky, but I was also really horny.
****
Dinner was torture. Mom kept talking about her day at work while Sofi kept brushing her foot against my leg under the table. Every time she did it, I gave her a look, and she’d hide her smile behind her glass.
Late in the evening, when Mom had stepped into the shower, Sofi hurried into my bedroom. “Come,” she said. “Mom’s showering.”
“Okay, but we have to be quick,” I said, knowing how risky this was. She just nodded as if it didn’t bother her whether we got caught or not.
Once in her bedroom, Sofi locked the door and immediately stripped off her clothes. I followed suit, my eyes never leaving her porcelain white skin as it was revealed inch by inch.
“You sure about this?” I asked her.
“Mom can shower for half an hour,” she said. “We got time for our first lesson.”
I knew perfectly well what she meant by the first lesson. She wanted to do this again. I handed her the condom, telling her to open it. She tore open the wrapper, giggling as she rolled it down my hard shaft with more confidence than before. “I’m getting better at this,” she said proudly.
“You are,” I said.
We fell onto her bed, and I positioned myself between her legs, starting from where we left off. She was already wet, had been since before dinner, and I slid a finger inside her to make sure. “Gosh, you’re soaked.” I lined myself up with her entrance, the tip of my condom-covered cock pressing against her slick folds. “This might hurt at first,” I warned her as I prepared to pop her cherry.
She nodded, biting her lip. “I know. She said that in the tutorial.”
I pushed forward slowly, entering her inch by inch, feeling her tight pussy stretch around me. She gasped, holding onto my shoulders as she braced herself.
“Oh my god,” she said.
The sensation was indescribable, hot, wet, tight, and so fucking forbidden. I was making love to my sister. The taboo of it all made it even more intense.
“You okay?” I asked, pausing halfway in.
She nodded frantically. “Keep going … pop my cherry.”
I pushed all the way in, breaking her hymen and taking her virginity. She let out a muffled cry that she quickly silenced by biting her knuckle. I stayed still, letting her adjust to the feeling of having me inside her.
“It feels so different from the dildo,” she whispered, her eyes wide behind her glasses. “Fuller and more intense.”
“That’s because it’s real flesh,” I said, starting to move slowly. “It’s way more intense.”
I slid in and out of her, telling her to relax. There wasn’t much to teach the girl. It was mostly the man’s responsibility when having sex with a girl. I also made sure to listen, making sure Mom was still showering.
“I’m going to show you some positions,” I whispered, pulling out slowly. “Get on your hands and knees.”
She obeyed eagerly, turning over and presenting her perfect bubbly ass to me. Her chestnut hair fell forward as she positioned herself, looking back at me with those innocent eyes behind her glasses.
“This is doggy style,” I explained, positioning myself behind her. “It lets me go deeper.”
I slid back inside her, and she gasped, fingers clutching her sheets. “Oh fuck,” she whimpered. “You’re really deep.”
“Let me know if I should go slower,” I told her.
“No, it’s fine.”
“When having sex with someone you love, the man will always listen to you.”
“That’s sweet,” she said before her voice got punctured by a moan.
I started thrusting, watching my cock disappear into her tight pussy from behind. The view was something out of a fantasy, her slim waist, her round ass and her back arching with every thrust.
“When a guy fucks you like this,” I said, “you can try to push back against him. Match his rhythm.”
She nodded, immediately pushing back to meet my thrusts. She was a fast learner.
“Good girl,” I praised her, and she giggled.
After a few minutes, I pulled out again. “Now lie on your side,” I told her.
She rolled onto her side, and I lifted one of her legs, sliding in from behind her in a spooning position. “This is good for slow, deep strokes,” I explained, demonstrating with a long thrust that made her shudder. We continued like this, enjoying the intimacy as the pleasure built between us. I knew I couldn’t last for long since she was so tight. We hadn’t fucked for more than three minutes, and I knew I was about to burst.
“Can we try without the condom?” she whispered suddenly. “I want to feel what it’s really like … the full experience.”
I froze, my cock throbbing inside her at the thought. “That’s risky, Sofi.”
She twisted her neck to look at me. “Please? Just for a minute?” Her eyes were pleading. “I’ll never know otherwise.”
Against my better judgment, I pulled out and removed the sticky condom. “Alright,” I agreed. “But I’ll have to pull out when I come.”
I pushed back inside her bare and raw, and we both gasped at the sensation. The feeling of her pussy with nothing between us was so much better, warmer, wetter, and softer.
“Oh my god,” she breathed. “That’s … that’s so different.”
“It is,” I agreed. I started moving again, trying to focus despite the overwhelming pleasure. She felt too good like this, and I had to stop before I blew my load inside her.
“One more position,” I said, pulling out and rolling onto my back. “You on top. You control the pace.”
She straddled me eagerly, grabbing my slick cock and aiming it at her slit. She brushed the head against her pussy till she found her entrance, sinking down on my bare cock with a moan that she barely managed to muffle. Her glasses slid down her nose as she started to ride me, her tight pussy gripping me with each rise and fall.
“That’s it,” I said. “Use me to make yourself feel good.”
She found her rhythm quickly, grinding against me in a way that had her biting her lip to keep quiet. I reached up to cup her breasts as she rode me, her body trembling with pleasure.
I could feel myself getting close, the pressure building. “Sofi, I need to put the condom back on … I’m getting really close.”
She slowed her movements but didn’t stop, leaning down to whisper in my ear. “What if… what if you don’t?”
My eyes widened. “What?”
Her hips kept moving in slow, torturous circles. “Can’t I just take the afterpill?” she asked. “You can take me to the pharmacy tomorrow. I need to know about this kind of stuff too.”
I wanted to spank her at that moment. “You little tease,” I said.
“What?” she said innocently. “Isn’t that a better idea?”
“You’re right,” I said and threw common sense out of the window. Something primal took over me then. I flipped her onto her back in one swift motion. I hooked her legs over my shoulders and started pounding into her with a lust I’d never experienced before, no longer worried about holding back.
“You want to feel your brother come inside you?” I whispered. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back. “Yes, please, Markus. I’m so close…”
I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her whole body tensing as she approached her climax. The shower was still running. We were safe for a few more minutes.
“I’m coming,” she whimpered, her back arching off the bed. “Oh god, I’m climaxing!”
She shuddered beneath me, her inner walls pulsing around my cock. The feeling of seeing my sweet little sister reaching her orgasm was enough to trigger mine, and with a loud grunt, I buried myself deep inside her as my orgasm hit me like an explosion.
“Fuck, Sofi,” I groaned quietly, pumping my cum into her willing body, feeling each hot spurt as I emptied myself inside my sister.
We stayed locked together for several moments, both breathing heavily, as I rested my forehead on top of hers. Finally, I pulled out, a small trickle of my cum leaking from her pussy, and the sight of it made my softening cock twitch.
“I loved that,” she said.
“Me too,” I agreed, collapsing beside her.
I wanted to lay there and talk to her, to actually pillow talk, say the things I hadn’t had the chance to yet, but then I heard the water stop.
We exchanged glances.
“We have to get cleaned up,” I told her, voice low.
“Yeah. You should go first since you’re in my room,” she said, brushing a damp strand of hair from her face. Then she paused. “But before you go…”
She and wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly, her cheek pressed to my chest.
“Thank you so much for teaching me about sex.”
I held her just as tightly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’re welcome.”
The end.
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