Sisters

But there are many facets to sex, both heterosexual and homosexual. There is a dark side to every light side, and few areas of human activity have as many taboos as sex. 

Touching another girl sexually is thrilling, but touching your sister sexually adds a frisance of something extra. Taking a pee can bring the most amazing feeling of relief, but peeing one’s panties, or peeing on someone adds something to the act. 

My doorbell chimed. Unexpectedly, I found Alison, my sister, standing in the porch. And she had that look about her. She seemed to radiate sexual desire, but I know better than to initiate it myself. I have to wait until she makes a move. 

We sat in my lounge, the only part of my home that is almost identical to mum and dad’s, and I made us a couple of coffees. For a while there was silence. That’s ok. I don’t know about you, but I seem to be able to feel silences. I know when to invade them and when to let them be. This one was definitely a case of letting it be. Eventually she sighed and said “It was in the lounge, wasn’t it? When I first touched myself in front of you?”

“Yes….i always wondered….youre normally so private….why…..”

“Because for weeks I’d been fantasising about you watching me masturbate. I really felt so turned on by the thought.”

Silence again, a heavy, brooding silence. This time I broke it. 

“It is immensely erotic isn’t it…letting someone see something so intimate…..so private.”

“Sometimes, even now, I just like to imagine I’m sitting in a chair with my legs spread and you’re just looking at my cunt.”

(Cunt? Straight in with the ‘c’ word? She must be horny….really horny. Time to tease a little.) 

“I know that feeling. That’s why (fortuitously) I’m not wearing panties today…just in case I get a chance to flash someone…like this.”

I settled back in the chair and hung one leg over the armrest. Given the short skirt I was wearing it was more than enough to show her my sex. Her eyes locked onto me and she involuntarily licked her lips. Just once, and not completely, bu it was there. “Fuck…I forget sometimes how amazingly sexy you look. I’m not quite the same.” She spread her legs for me and it was obvious that while she had been shaved smooth at some point,, she was now growing back in. She looked about 13 down there, and more importantly, was glistening with wetness. 

“Would you like me to watch you again, Alison?” Fuck! Talk about breaking the rules! 

“No. I…..I want you to suck me off.”

Kneeling between her legs was only the beginning. Her cumming into my mouth was only the beginning. Over the course of the morning, we went crazy with one another. I sucked her off, she sucked me off. We kissed and fingered one another off. Then we migrated to the pool, shedding clothes as we went, and found two jets almost side by side, and watched one another cum that way too. Then the really kinky stuff began. We seemed to fall almost instantly back into our old ways. We peed for and on one another, then I had the inspired idea of grabbing a pair of Alice’s used undies from the utility room. Then it was upstairs to my bedroom and toy time. Ali is well used to cock now, and we have our wonderful, ever-ready ‘Mike’ the strapless strap-on. I was to learn that my sister is now quite the aficionado of  anal sex now. 

During the course of the morning, we did everything two girls can do to one another. During a break, she told me how jealous she was that I’d actually fucked dad. That led to a role play, but also the suggestion that since mum, like all women in my family, has been visited by menopause cruelly early (we tend to go through it early, but it is mercifully brief. Four to six months of hot flushes and almost with a click that’s that. Unfortunately our sex drive tends to get switched off too.) Maybe, if the opportunity presented itself…? 

Watching Alison masturbate was the high spot for me, even though we’d done way more kinky things than that. There’s something about someone trusting you to watch them that is wildly erotic…especially when they are smelling yesterday’s panties at the same time. 

Alison looked totally different when she left. A need had been fulfilled. From my perspective, the afternoon was punctuated with relived memories and more orgasms.