It’s been a few weeks now since my sister miscarried. Physically, she is fully recovered, but do you ever really get over the psychological part of something like that? Clearly it has affected her, as you might expect.
I went back home to see her. We had the whole afternoon to ourselves, and the weather being glorious, we got out of the house and walked in the extensive grounds of our parent’s home.
The talk skirted round the issue for a while and then, suddenly, at complete right angles to what we had been talking about, Alison said…
“I can’t do it with Chris. I mean, I want to..I so desperately want to, but somehow him having sex with me, well, it was the start of the road that led to…..I mean, I want to…I so really want to, but when it comes to him going in me, I just freeze.”
I can’t say I was overly surprised. In fact, I would have been more surprised if they were at it like rabbits. My sister has a sex drive close to mine (it turns out) so where was all her sexual energy going?
“Ok, well, let’s put that aside for now. What about you. Can you make yourself cum?” To my surprise she said, “You know, I haven’t even tried. I feel horny…all the time, but somehow, I’ve not put myself in that position.” I was, I admit, shocked.
“But it’s been what, weeks?”
“Months….and yes, I feel horny every day but for some reason, by the time I get myself in a place where I could do something about it, it just….dissipates. It’s almost as if my body has said no to sex….and it makes me so fucking angry.”
I wondered how Chris was coping. I know he loves her to distraction, but, well, after as Ali said ‘months’, he must really know what blue balls feels like. So I asked her. “I jack him off…or suck him off…but I know it’s not the same. I know he wants to fuck me, and I want to fuck him. It’s like there’s this road block.”
Anyone who knows me will tell you I’m no psychologist, but I am a woman, and I tried to imagine how I might feel if I’d just miscarried. “It’s like your mind has just turned the traffic lights to red. You want sex….after all, you feel horny, right…but sex leads to babies and babies don’t always take, so your mind has looked at the pain of losing a baby and said, ‘Right…no sex=no pain.’, but what if you had the kind of sex that can’t lead to a baby?” It was probably the most basic, and probably laughably incorrect analysis of the situation, but it was all I could come up with.
We walked on through the orchard. I love this place. The blossom is mostly gone now, and the cherry tree is budding with tiny green swellings that will become dark red cherries. While there is still some apple and pear blossom, you can already see the embryonic swellings that will become apples. Our plum trees have really gone for it this year after having been severely pruned in the winter. As we walked I thought harder. “So, you feel horny, right?”
“Oh yes.”
“On a scale of 1-10, do you feel as horny as you used to?”
“Oh, that’s easy…I’m a 12! I feel far more horny than I did, especially during the day. I mean, look.” She lifted her skirt and tugged the front of her panties down. The crotch was soaked through, and her white cum stains were everywhere. And then, out of nowhere, Miss. Brain gave me an idea. “Yes, like I said earlier, what if you had sex where pregnancy was impossible? Might that clear the road block….or at least help you feel good?” Ali looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language, so I just wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.
And it was horrid. It felt like kissing a corpse. There was absolutely no response whatsoever. I kept it up for a while, alternating between light little pecks and deeper, longer kisses and slowly, so very slowly, she began to respond.
We both have our ‘go to’ spots of erogenous zones. Mine, without doubt are my ears, Ali’s are the very tip of her nipples. Hold her full breast and yes, she’ll enjoy it, but just graze the very tip of her nipple with a finger or a tongue and is makes her squirm. That and tonguing her belly button, but I was nowhere close to that yet. I let my fingers do the work.
She gasped and in that gasp I knew this would work.
I have no idea how long it took for us to strip down to our panties. Neither of us were wearing a bra, but I do know I teased her nipples mercilessly before dropping to my knees and probing her hyper-sensitive belly button. I also teased her by hooking my hands over the waistband of her panties and almost……almost pulling them over her hips. I pushed that way longer than I should have….way, way longer, but it seemed the right thing to do. Meanwhile, her back against an apple tree, Ali squirmed and wriggled, moaned and hissed.
When I eventually pulled her panties down, the crotch was black with wetness. Even I have never seen her wet up like this. For a moment I wondered if the tickling with tongue and fingers had made her pee, but my hyper-sensitive nose told me no, this was pure girl cum.
Kneeling in front of her, my tongue found her clit and my fingers found her hole. She made no move to stop me, and there was no hesitancy whatsoever. In what felt like seconds later, she was cumming viciously hard.
What surprised me was the aggression with which she pushed me onto my back, literally ripped my panties off (tearing them on one side) and burying her head between my legs. There was real anger here….anger, I supposed at what her own body had denied her in the most cruel way. Ali, like me, has an unusually long tongue that can be made really quite rigid. After tonguing my hole she moved down to my bum. Much as I love Emily, I have to be honest. No-one has tongued my bum like my sister. It really is like being bum fucked by a small dick. She rubbed my clit (actually a little too hard and too fast for my liking) and poked my bum with her tongue, and I came.
We spent well over two hours there, during which time I got Ali to masturbate to orgasm as well as me fingering her to a couple beforehand. I wanted to make sure she could cum again.
And Chris? Well, Ali phoned me late, (very late) that night. Chris no longer has to worry about blue balls. Ali had that lovely, husky, dreamy quality to her voice that I first heard when she first got together with Chris and they were fucking at every opportunity. My sister sounded extremely well laid. “He had me every way it’s possible for a guy to have a girl,” she giggled. “He was so horny that when he realised I not only wasn’t going to stop him, but I desired him more than I knew was possible, he banged me so hard and so fast it felt like he was raping me….and oh Anna….it was glorious!” She sighed long and deep. “I’m so full of sperm.” (Jealous, much?) I remembered standing in for Ali when she was in hospital, and what a skilled lover Chris is, and how much he can cum. I too know what being filled with his cum feels, smells and tastes like.
Another baby? Oh no. Not for a while, I think. Ali is firmly on the pill and will remain so. Somehow, I don’t think she will be needing her counselling for much longer though.
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