Alison Rang Up

And after the usual preliminaries, she had a request. “It…..it’s..um…been a long time.” Honestly, when I’m half asleep, I can be slow on the uptake, but eventually, the penny dropped, and I realised she was talking about sex. Sex with me. Sex only I could give her. She only has one sister, and if you wanted a drop of incestuous sex with your sister, well, it had to be me, didn’t it. 

And yet….there was something more. Something she hadn’t disclosed. Something she wanted, but wasn’t sure how to ask. After quite a lot of ‘umm ing  ’ and ‘ahhing’, we finally got to it. “Anna, sometimes, don’t you wish we’d started…earlier?” (Huh?) “Well, yes…I mean you know you’d sometimes come home in your PE kit…..even though that wasn’t allowed?” It’s true. I did. So did lots of us. It was the only chance we had to wear a really short dark green pleated skirt, and not that loathsome heavy kilt. Ally did the same too, although the good sisters tried to stop it. 

“Well….sometimes, I’d feel so sexy….and when I saw you too….i knew you’d be feeling sexy as well, and I’d…..touch myself, thinking of you touching yourself. Sometimes, I wish we’d… you know.” Alison can be the queen of the disjointed sentence sometimes. “Can we fuck as schoolgirls?” Would have been much more to the point, and yet…..the way she said it had a certain cuteness to it. 

An hour later, my doorbell chimed and there she stood, white air-tex top, Green pleased skirt, and I knew there would be dark green panties underneath. I knew, because I was wearing the exact same thing. I led her upstairs and into my bedroom. To my surprise, she didn’t leap on me, instead, we just snuggled together on the bed gently stroking one another’s backs. From this, I learned that she, like me, was wearing a trainer bra. We really had done this properly! 

Lying together, we feel one another’s warmth, and slowly our breathing relaxes, and we exchange breaths. It can be deeply arousing breathing in someone else’s breath. Slowly Alison’s hand begins to move further down, over my bum, and I know she’s hitching my skirt up higher each time. I know my sister well, and I know that, like me, she immersed herself 100% in role play. Also, like me, she has an attraction to dirty talk. 

I give her a brief kiss, and look deeply into her eyes. “Oh, Ali….i was so fucking wet at school today.” She looks back at me, and I feel her urging me to go further. So I do. “My cunt is so wet.” I feel a shudder run through her. So, this is how it will be huh? I need to discover one more thing, because I know she won;t volunteer it. Does she want to be called dirty names? It is crucial I get this right. If I don’t, it could shut her down. Again, I kiss her and whisper into her mouth, “Touch me.” 

Her hand travels up under my to the cotton cup of my trainer bra. My turn to shiver as her finger curl over the cup and a finger nail runs across my nipple. My left hand is on her thigh and I feel her gently parting her legs to allow me access. I feel the moisture and warmth of her long before I reach the damp material of her panties. As my finger touches what I can already feel as swollen labia, I gasp. “Ohhh…you’re so wet! Were you going to wank yourself off?” Ali nods, her eyes now heavy with desire. As my hand slips under the waistband I kiss her again, and chance it. “You dirty fucker.” Ali moans aloud and I know she wants to be abused. I sink a finger inside her. “You’re so wet….it feels like you’ve peed yourself.” I make a ‘come here’ movement with my finger and I feel a very full bladder behind her g-spot. 

She’s slipping a hand between my legs now, but we both know neither of us will cum like this. Ali rolls me onto my back and gently spreads my legs. She whispers into my ear “Be my whore.” I turn my head aside and suck my thumb. I know this drives her crazy. She tugs my panties down and off and stares with unmasked lust at my sex. I close my eyes in anticipation. The next thing I feel her her warm breath, but not on my sex. She whispered directly into my ear. “We’re sisters. This (kiss) is (kiss) incest. (Kiss). I feel myself soaking up as she whispers the words. “I want to lick my sister’s cunt.” She moves down my body missing not a single erogenous zone. And finally, her tongue flicks at my clit. My hands find the back of her head, and I clasp her to me. “Suck me….ohhh Ali…..suck my wet hole….tongue fuck me!” She obliges. 

I have only had sex with her a handful of times when she has been in this zone - a zone of pure lust….pure filth. I know, we both know, whatever we ask of one another, no matter how perverse, no matter how kinky, we will give to the other instantly. No profanity is too much, no act too far. 

God above, I’m close! I want to cum in her mouth so badly I can barely contain myself. I want to empty myself into her mouth. Ali swivels on the spot, never once taking her mouth from my sex. She straddles my head, and I see the wide wet patch on her panties. I lift my head from the bed to press my nose against her wetness. Pure girl cum…..pure lust. I tongue her clit through the wet cotton. I am wild with lust, a sex demon hungry and wild for every depravity. And she, my tormentor and lover has me balanced on the precipice of orgasm, yet refusing to let me topple into the chasm of oblivion. That wet patch is intoxicating….and spreading. Finally, I feel I can’t endure another second of torture. ‘piss on me!” My demand is whispered yet rolls through the space between us like a wave. “For fuck’s sake…Ali….please….!” Barely has her stream started than I depart the conscious world. 

Over the next four hours, we make love to one another, we masturbate for one another, we rape one another. By the time we fall exhausted into sleep, the entire room smells of sex. My favourite part was when my sister tied me face down on the bed and raped my arse with our strap-on. The obscenities she called me were delivered to perfection. Ali said her favourite part was when I masturbated her recounting how our dad had fucked me on the tennis court. 

Sated, fulfilled, Ali left in borrowed clothes for home. Oddly, after all that activity, I need to masturbate again. 

If you’ll excuse me…..