Alison masturbates.

Except one. 

That first day we got ourselves off in the same room watching that cheese, third-rate ‘sexy’ film, I’ve wondered…how does she masturbate with just her fingers? Has it changed much since she started having a proper sex life? If you remember, she did herself in her pants that time. I didn’t get to see much at all. 

We were in my den, and she always claims the beanbag chair. I don’t blame her. It’s huge..much bigger than most beanbag chairs, and supremely comfortable. It suits anything from sleeping on it like a cat in a basket, to sitting perched on top of it, to having sex in it. (Ask Dani). 

Speaking of whom….Dani had left us with a plate of homemade biscuits and a couple of her special hot chocolates. (Honestly, it’s amazing I’m not huge!) and we were chatting in that comfortable, easy way we always do. Right out of the blue, she asked me if I regretted anything we did. Of course I don’t, but I was immediately worried that she did. She reassured me that she had no regrets whatsoever, but that now we live separate lives, was there anything I wish we had done that we hadn’t? Well, there’s a question! 

I let my mind drift back…and it took a while because  well  we’ve done a lot! “I remember that first ever time we did anything sexy together…in the lounge, watching that movie, and we….masturbated together for the first time. I wish….I wish I’d seen how you do it…or maybe, how you did it then. I would have really liked that. I didn’t want to scare you away by asking- or even looking at you too obviously.” 

Ali thought a moment and said “I did…want to, but I didn’t want to look silly. I know you were more…advanced…than I was, but I did want you to see.” 

“Ahh well….an opportunity missed, but we did a lot together, didn’t we/?” (Fuck me, did we!) 

Again Ali didn’t reply immediately and for a few moments, I sensed she was debating something with herself. 

“It needn’t be….an opportunity missed, I mean.” 

Slowly, she placed her mug on the coffee table beside her and equally slowly, she reached up her dress and pulled her panties down. Her kees parted and she brought her feet up onto the soft leather. My sister has an absolutely perfect vulva. Her outer lips are full without being overwhelming, and when she parted them, her inner lips looked delicate like flower petals. Her finger started to flick across her bean in rapid motions….almost jerky, from one side to the other, pause, then back. I remembered this because it’s so unlike my way of polishing the bean. 

She did this while her wetness coated her lips and I ached to taste it, but I knew this was not on offer today. Then, just as I thought she’d continue like that to orgasm, she used two fingers and slid them deep inside herself. She grabbed her right wrist with her left hand and I remembered this too. It was as if she was using her left hand so that her entire right arm didn’t have to extort any strength to stay where it was. It can be surprisingly tiring to keep two fingers deep inside yourself. I could see her fingers inside her moving rapidly, and I knew this was g spot stimulation. I also knew that, for her, something was missing…she wasn’t getting there. 

“Show….show me….your….” She didn’t need to complete the sentence. Not only would I show her, but I’d show her in that hesitant, almost shy way that happened when, on another occasion we first went to bed together. 

I hitched my feet up onto the chair I was sitting in, which, I knew, gave her a clear vision of my panty crotch. Remember, there’s one thing more exciting than being naked, and that’s almost being naked! I slowly tugged at the crotch of my panties, deliberately teasing her, before I pulled it aside and exposed my sex to my sister. I could see from the sudden increase in wetness that it was what she needed. Miss Brain also joined the party, and, as she has done countless times before, grabbed the microphone and made me speak. 

“After that time in the lounge, I so hoped we’d do it again…that and more. I….took your panties the next day. They were the only ones in your hamper so they had to be the ones you’d cum into. I took them to my room and licked them while I imagined sucking you off for real. When I came, I used them to clean up before putting them back.”

Alison looked steadily into my eyes, and, although her rapid breathing made her words jerky, she said “I remember the first time you sucked me off….it felt so fucking horny….and…oooh fuck I’m gonna….”

And she did. For a very long time. I think she kept it going with a mixture of memories, together with the use of her fingers deep inside herself. One thing I noticed…something I never had noticed or tried with her before, and that was the heel of her hand was nowhere near her clit. This had been a purely vaginal orgasm. I don’t know if I can do them! 

One thing both Ali and I did know was who was going to clean her fingers off. She stood as I walked towards her and offered me those two, glistening fingers. I sucked them, taking my time to gain every last drop of her while she reached between my legs and, in what felt like seconds, made me cum in my panties. 

Then, like two lovers, we simply held each other and kissed. After, Ali sighed and said “I’ve missed this so much. Can we….do the whole thing again….everything?” As if she needed to ask. 

I suspect it won’t be a frequent thing, and the timing of it, as ever, must be left to her, but of course the answer is yes. 

Right now, as I type this, I feel very different. Horny? Yes, of course, but there’s something else there too. I realise that if/when it happens, I would rather like to be ravished. When I moved out, Ali had grown from the shy, sexually timid girl I knew into one who was exploring the more primal side of her sexual feelings. She had got to the stage of accepting the physicality of her body, and accepting u conditionally what things excited her or made her feel good and was beginning to explore situational sex - where she did it and that also had begun to include role play as well. I have no doubt she’s doing this with The Lovely Chris, but equally, well, I’m her sister. That automatically contains an element of eroticism that leans towards the ‘forbidden’. 

I suspect Ali has been thinking about this for a while and now wants to explore it. I’ll have to talk to Emily first of course, but, all being well, bring it on!