This is part 2 of the Sister’s Orgasm series. For part 2, click here: My Sister Squirted.
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The next evening, I sat in my gaming chair, staring blankly at my monitor. Mom had left an hour ago to meet her friend Linda for drinks, something she did maybe once a month when their schedules aligned. I hadn’t been able to focus on anything all day. My mind kept replaying what I’d seen: Savannah’s naked body, the way she touched herself and that sexy fountain that erupted from between her legs. I’d never seen anything like it before, not even in porn.
I was trying to play Counter-Strike again, but my kills were garbage. My teammates were screaming at me through the headset. I just couldn’t concentrate.
Eventually, the door opened behind me without a knock.
“Hey,” Savannah said.
I spun around. She stood there in her bathrobe, her hair damp from a recent shower. The white terrycloth hugged her curves, stopping mid-thigh.
“I’ll be right back,” I told my teammates, muting my mic. “What’s up?”
She stepped inside and closed the door behind her, then moved to sit on my bed. “I have a problem.”
“What kind of problem?” I asked, trying not to stare at where the robe gaped slightly at her chest. She didn’t only bring in the scent of her favorite coconut shampoo, but something musky as well. I noticed something glistening lining the insides of her thighs.
She sighed, looking genuinely distressed. “My vibrator’s broken.”
I blinked at her. “Um, okay? And you’re telling me because…?”
“Because I can’t orgasm without it,” she said matter-of-factly. “I’ve tried, but nothing works the same.”
“Did you try changing the batteries?”
Her face flushed with irritation. She reached into her robe pocket and pulled out the pink device, throwing it at me. It bounced off my chest and landed in my lap.
“Of course I tried changing the batteries,” she snapped. “Do I look stupid to you?”
“Geez, relax,” I said. I picked up the vibrator, confused. “Why’d you throw it at me?”
She got up from the bed and came over, sitting down on the arm of my chair with a heavy sigh. The robe rode up her thighs as she did. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice softer now. “I’m just really frustrated. I’ve been trying for hours.”
“You’ve been masturbating for hours?” I asked, now clearly understanding where that musky scent came from.
“Yes,” she said with an eyeroll.
I turned the vibrator over in my hands, trying to figure out what was wrong with it. As I did, I couldn’t help but imagine it sliding inside her, the way it had disappeared between her legs yesterday. It certainly smelled of her, musky and sweet. There were traces of stickiness on its surface. I pressed the power button, but nothing happened.
“Why don’t you just use your fingers?” I said, setting the broken toy on my desk.
She shook her head. “Not strong enough. I need something more intense, either a vibrator or…” She paused, looking at me from the corner of her eye. “Or a tongue.”
My heart skipped a beat. I stared at her, not sure if I’d heard correctly. “A tongue?”
She nodded. “I love being licked.”
“Well … Maybe I could help?” The words left my mouth before I could stop them.
Her eyes widened. She turned to face me fully. “Would you really do that for me?”
I swallowed hard. “Sure, if it’ll make you happier.”
She threw her arms around me, nearly knocking us both out of the chair. “You’re the best! I’m sorry I was mean to you.”
“It’s fine,” I said, my hands awkwardly finding her waist.
She stood up and took my hand. “Come on.”
I let her pull me to my feet and lead me down the hallway to her bedroom. The sheets had been changed since yesterday, I noticed, fresh lavender ones now covered her bed.
“This stays between us,” she said, closing her door. “Mom can’t find out.”
I gave her a funny look. “What makes you think I’d tell Mom?”
“Good point.” She smiled, then reached for the belt of her robe. She untied it and let the garment fall open.
I pitched a tent. There she stood, completely naked beneath the robe. She looked so much sexier up close, her breasts shaped into the perfect teardrops, slightly narrow at the top, but full and bouncy at the bottom, topped with pink nipples, her stomach flat and slim. Her legs were long and toned, and between them, her pussy was completely bare, the lips pink and glistening slightly from her previous masturbation session.
“You’re really sexy,” I said, unable to take my eyes off her.
She smiled, letting the robe slip completely off her shoulders. “You’re not bad looking yourself.”
I moved closer, unsure exactly how to start. She backed up until her legs hit the edge of the bed, then sat down and scooted backward, spreading her legs to make room for me.
“How do you like it?” I asked, kneeling between her thighs.
“I like kisses on my thighs first,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows to watch me. “Then lick my pussy lips. Use your tongue and fingers inside, and I’ll tell you when to focus on my clit.”
I nodded, leaning forward to press my lips against the soft skin of her inner thigh. She was warm, and her skin was velvety smooth. She sighed, her legs falling further apart. I kissed a trail up one thigh, then the other, inching closer to her center with each touch. When my lips finally brushed against her vagina, she gasped.
I ran my tongue along her outer lips, tasting my sister for the first time. She was tangy and sweet, her wetness increasing as I explored her. Following her instructions, I slipped my tongue inside her, then added a finger, then two, pushing in and then pulling out. My fingers came out slick and wet, her honey dribbling down my digits. It was hot, especially as I licked her lips as well.
“Oh god, yes,” she moaned, her hips beginning to move against my face. “Now my clit. Lick it.”
I found the swollen pearl and circled it with my tongue, keeping my fingers pumping inside her. Her thighs began to tremble, just like they had yesterday, her pussy tightened around my finger and her breathing just continued to deepen.
“Push your fingers a bit deeper,” she pleaded. “Oh, fuck!”
Her hands suddenly grabbed my head, fingers tangling in my hair as she pulled me harder against her sex. Her back arched off the bed, her thighs clamping around my ears. Even if she was squirming and writhing, I stayed focused, pulling my fingers in and out deeply inside her vagina, curling them now and then, while I licked her sweet, pink pussy with my tongue. My face was practically buried between her legs, pressed hard against her vagina as I kept pleasuring my sister as well as possible.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” she cried out. “I’m gonna orgasm so hard!”
After a couple of more tongue strokes and finger fucking, she tensed. Without warning, a gush of warm liquid erupted from her, splashing across my face and running down my chin. It kept coming in pulses as she writhed against me, her body convulsing with pleasure. I didn’t move my head. It wasn’t like I could either, since she still held onto me for dear life, but I didn’t resist either. I let her squirt all over my face while gently licking her sensitive flesh.
When the waves finally subsided, she released me and looked down at me, her chest heaving. “Whoopsie,” she giggled. “Sorry about the mess.”
I wiped my face with the back of my hand, grinning up at her. “That was hot.”
She leaned forward and kissed me, tasting herself on my lips. “Thank you,” she whispered against my mouth. She reached for a towel and gently dried my face.
“You’re welcome,” I said.
“Can you please pull the sheets over me?” she asked, as her head slumped back on the pillows. I did as she wished, but before I could leave, she took my hand and gave it a squeeze. “Thank you again … love you, bro.”
“I love you too, Savannah.”
She let go of my hand with a smile. I stood up, my own arousal painfully evident in my jeans.
As I walked back to my room, my lips still tingling with her taste, I wondered what line we’d just crossed and if there was any going back. Part of me didn’t want to.
I closed my door and collapsed onto my bed, my mind reeling. What would happen tomorrow? Would we pretend nothing happened? Would she want more?
I had no answers, only the lingering taste of my sister on my tongue and the memory of her coming beneath me.
The end.
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