Skip to content I sat in my chair, raking my fingers through my hair. I was elated and nervous at the same time. I’d just asked a girl out, and I was going on my first date tomorrow. I’d never had a girlfriend before, so I wasn’t exactly sure what to do. I was nineteen, and it had been my older sister, Taylor, who’d encouraged me to ask the girl out.
Taylor was three years older than me, twenty-two, and hands down the hottest girl I’d ever seen in my life. She spent most of her time either surfing or at the gym. A tall, beach-blonde bombshell, she was the kind of girl I was embarrassed to admit I fantasized about, mainly because she was my sister. But I owed a lot to her. She had a caring side, one she mostly reserved for me.
Looking out the window, I saw her walking up the street. She had her gym bag slung over her shoulder and wore those tiny mini leggings that basically looked like underwear, showing just enough to drive me crazy, including the outline of her camel toe and those perfectly toned thighs. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a ponytail, and her impressive breasts strained against her tank top, showing off her deep, natural cleavage that turned more heads than a supermodel.
When she caught me staring, she waved and blew me a kiss. I quickly averted my eyes, hoping I didn’t blush too hard.
As soon as she entered the front door, she headed straight for my room. She swung the door open right when she undid her ponytail, letting her lustrous hair cascade over her shoulders. “What’s going on?” she asked, smiling so her dimples deepened.
Before I could answer, she plopped down sideways on my lap, grinding that gorgeous ass against me. The seam of her leggings ran right through the center, perfectly framing the two beautiful globes of her ass. She made sure my bulge was nestled right in her crack, causing a forbidden friction I wasn’t sure what to do with.
She draped an arm over my neck, pulling me face-to-face with the upper swells of her creamy breasts. When I breathed in, I caught her scent, citrus and roses, her favorite shampoo. She always smelled like a damn flower garden, and her scent just made me gravitate toward her like a bee to honey.
“Not much,” I said, feeling my cock harden from the way she sat on me. There was just enough friction to make it delicious and sweet.
“You can’t be cooped up in here all day,” she said, concerned while ruffling my hair which she always did. “Did you ask out Johanna?”
“I did, and I’ve got a date,” I told her, grinning with pride.
She beamed and threw her arms around me, straddling my lap right in front of me and, perhaps consciously, pressing her breasts against my face. “I’m so proud of you!”
I hesitated, unsure where to place my hands. Every part of her was like a sexual landmine, enough to make my testicles explode. “I’m a bit nervous though,” I admitted.
She planted a kiss on my cheek, then pulled back and ruffled my hair. “Why?” she asked. “Oh wait.” She leaned in close again. “I think I left a little lipstick mark.”
She reached into her gym bag, and I caught sight of a newly bought vibrator. “What do you have there?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She giggled. “Just a little girly toy I picked up on the way home,” she said, completely unbothered. “Johanna would probably like one too.”
Then she pulled out a tissue and gently wiped my cheek.
“There. Now you won’t be accused of cheating,” she teased with a wink. “Now tell me, why are you nervous?”
“I’m just nervous,” I admitted, rubbing the back of my neck. “I don’t really have any experience.”
Taylor tilted her head. “Wait… have you ever even kissed a girl before?”
I hesitated, feeling my cheeks heat up. “No.”
She gave me a look then leaned in and pressed her lips gently to mine. My eyes suddenly widened, but I let go. Her lips were so soft and warm, the warmth spread throughout my body like a forbidden flame. Even if it was just a brief peck, it was way more electric than I expected. She pulled back with a playful smile. “There. That should help a little.”
“I, uh… I kinda imagined it would be with tongue.”
Her smile widened. “I can show you.”
I blinked. “You sure we should… do this?”
“Why not?” she said with a shrug, brushing a finger under my chin. “If it’ll help you feel more confident.”
I didn’t know what to say, but her eyes were locked on mine, and her body was still sitting so snugly on my lap. I nodded. “Okay.”
She leaned in again, slower this time. Her lips met mine, and then her tongue slipped between them, teasing me gently. I tried to follow her lead, exploring her mouth and rosy tongue, and everything else just faded, except the feel of her breasts pressing into my chest and the heat of her mouth guiding me. It was dizzying. And it felt so good it made me wonder whether I was dreaming or not. It was an intimate connection I’d never felt before, and what better way to explore it than with my sister?
When we finally pulled apart, I was breathless.
“Wow,” I murmured.
Taylor chuckled, brushing her thumb along my jaw. “Not bad for your first time.”
I swallowed, then asked, “What … what do women like the most? You know, sexually?”
She raised her brows, clearly liking the question. “That’s a hard one. Every girl’s different. But you want to know the truth?”
“Yeah.”
“A man who knows how to lick,” she said, dragging the word just a little, “is rare. Most guys don’t listen. They’re in a rush or think they know what we want.”
“I’m always listening to you,” I said.
She smiled. “I know. That’s why our bond is so special,” Taylor said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear as she looked at me.
I nodded, a bit shy now under the weight of her gaze. There was something I wanted to say, but it would be a line we hadn’t crossed before.
She noticed. “What is it?” she asked gently. “Tell me what’s on your heart. We can talk about anything, you know.”
I took a breath. “Would it be okay if… if I licked you?”
Her brows lifted in surprise, then she giggled as if it turned her one. “Yeah,” she said, her voice warm. “But it’s just between us, okay?”
“I promise,” I said quickly, my heart thudding in my chest.
Without another word, she reached for my hand and guided me toward her room. I followed her down the hall, nerves and excitement twisting in my gut.
She whisked me inside. Her bedroom was cozy and unmistakably feminine, pale pink sheets, gauzy curtains, and a subtle, sweet scent that made me want to linger here.
“It smells amazing in here,” I said, glancing around at her surfboards, gym gear and photos of me and her together.
She smiled. “It has to. A girl’s room should always make a guy feel like he’s dreaming.”
“So how do we start?” I asked her.
“First, don’t be nervous. Secondly, I’ll take my clothes off.”
I tried not to be nervous, even if it was a bit difficult.
She let go of my hand and stood before me, slowly peeling off her tank top. Then her leggings. Piece by piece, she undressed, calm and confident, never breaking eye contact. When she was fully nude, I studied every inch of her tan, beautiful body.
Golden skin stretched over toned muscles, mainly from surfing and the gym. Her breasts were full and perky, with thick peachy nipples that pointed directly at me as if begging to be sucked. A light tan line highlighted their natural curve, making them appear even more exotic. Her stomach was flat and defined, with just the subtle hint of a four-pack showing beneath smooth skin.
My eyes traveled lower to her narrow waist that flared into athletic hips. Between her thighs was a neatly trimmed strip of blonde hair, just enough to frame her most intimate area without hiding it. Her legs seemed endless, sculpted and strong from her activities.
When she turned slightly, I caught sight of her perfectly rounded ass, two firm globes that seemed to defy gravity. The dimples at the base of her spine drew my eyes like magnets.
“You look… gorgeous,” I murmured, unable to look away from my gorgeous sister.
“Thank you, but remember, don’t be shy now,” she said with a grin, stepping closer. “I’m going to teach you exactly how a girl likes to be licked.”
She eased back onto her bed, propping herself up on her elbows as she spread her legs, inviting me between them. I knelt down slowly, ogling at her pink slit as if it were a treasure. The labia flared open like a blooming flower, making me come face to face with her pink interior that glowed like a fruit begging to be enjoyed. Apart from me studying her, I was unsure where to start, and she noticed.
“Relax,” she said gently. “Just listen to my body. Start slow, use your tongue, and don’t be afraid to look up at me.”
I nodded, leaning in, catching the intoxicating mix of her scent, clean skin, shampoo, and something deeply arousing. I let my tongue trail along her pussy, watching her reaction. Her breathing deepened, so I did it again, slower this time.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “God, you’re already better than half the guys I’ve been with.”
I kept going, letting her guide me with little gasps, gentle tugs of my hair, and the arch of her hips. Every reaction was a signal, and I listened carefully, adjusting and experimenting. When I circled her clit just the right way, she moaned softly, her thighs tensing around my head.
“Just like that,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “Don’t stop…”
The sound of her pleasure drove me wild, and I felt more confident. My tongue explored her folds, enjoying the tangy sweetness that coated my lips. With each stroke, I learned her body language, how she tensed when I moved too fast, and how she relaxed when I found the perfect rhythm.
“Try using your fingers too,” Taylor said, her voice husky with desire.
I slid one finger inside her, feeling her warmth envelop me. She was slick and tight, pulsing around my digit as I continued lapping at her clit.
“Another,” she gasped, and I followed her wishes, adding a second finger.
Her hips began to rock against my face, setting a pace I matched instinctively. I curled my fingers upward, searching, and when I found the slightly rougher patch inside her, Taylor’s back arched dramatically.
“Fuck! That one felt good,” she moaned, abandoning her teacher role as pleasure took over.
I kept my fingers working that spot while my tongue drew circles around her clit, occasionally flicking directly across it when her breathing hitched. Her thighs began to tremble against my cheeks, holding me firmly in place.
“Don’t stop, little brother,” she chanted, her voice rising in pitch.
I felt her body tense beneath my tongue as she clutched at my hair, pulling me deeper into her heat. Her words sent a jolt through me, the forbidden nature of what we were doing somehow making it even more intoxicating.
“I’m so close,” she gasped, her hips bucking against my face and rubbing her flower all over my face. “Right there… don’t change anything…”
I kept my rhythm steady, my fingers curling inside her while my tongue stroked her clit. Her breathing grew ragged, punctuated by little whimpers that made my own arousal almost painful.
When she came, it was with a shuddering moan that she muffled with her hand. I felt her pussy contract around my fingers in pulses, her thighs clamping around my head as waves of pleasure washed through her. I didn’t stop until she gently pushed my head away, her body too sensitive to take anymore.
“Holy fuck,” Taylor breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her skin was flushed, a light sheen of sweat making her glow in the soft light of her bedroom. “You’re a natural.”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, feeling strangely proud. “I just listened, like you said.”
She propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes traveling down to the obvious bulge in my pants. “And that’s why you’re going to drive Johanna wild tomorrow.” A mischievous smile played on her lips.
“Thank you,” I told her. “For being open about this.”
“You’re welcome,” she said, kissing my forehead.
The end.
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