Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold!

I’ve learned that Alison and I share something in common. It seems we both have a very active sexual Miss Brain that dictates what we wear each day, and is, I know, directly linked to how horny we are feeling. Alison isn’t quite as overt as I am. I am fully comfortable with wearing every stitch of my old school uniform around the house if that’s what Miss Brain wants. Alison also has a ‘younger girl’ look, but it’s not the whole school uniform thing. She will wear a white shirt, like me, but her skirt will be a navy A line or maybe a pleated one. She certain,y won’t wear her old kilt, in fact I don’t think she even has it any more. When I see her in this and tights, I know she is in one of her horny days. Time to strike. 

It took a long time for me to get everything I needed together, and one item in particular needed very careful preparation. Melted chocolate is a swine to keep at the right temperature so it doesn’t scald, yet still carries a sting! 

Oh, one thing I didn’t tell you from last time. Alison is growing some of her pubic hairs back. At th moment the area just above her slit looks like a pubescent 14 year old. 

So, she’s lying on her bed, her back propped up against the pillows, and I’m sitting on the side. Like me, she has a large old four poster bed. One difference is that there is a series of rails across the headboard. Perfect for what I needed. 

Now, please remember that the unwritten rule is that Ali starts things off…and this was NOT going to be that. We talked about….actually, I can’t remember….a wide ranging talk about nothing and everything. Then, at one moment, as we were discussing her boyfriend Chris, and in particular his cock, she stretched her hands above her head and took in a deep breath for a sigh. 

She never made it to the sigh. I snapped a pair of handcuffs on her and pinned her wrists to one of the rails. Her eyes snapped open and she started to protest….loudly! Time for me to go into my act. 

I slapped her across her boobs. (I know she likes this, but only when she is really warmed up) “Shut up, bitch.” Another slap which (to my horror) I got absolutely right with the fingertips just grazing her nipple. Then down to her feet. She put up a really good fight but I managed to get her feet tied to her bedposts. 

Lifting her skirt up, I was presented with the sight of no panties under her tights. I must admit, that sparse growth of hair made her look very virginal and caused a nice flood into my panties. Her shirt? I actually tore it open…buttons pinged everywhere, and her beautiful firm boobs were exposed. 

Then, leaving her bedroom door wide open, I left the room, returning when I was good and ready with the two ingredients I needed. A bowl of melted chocolate. And a tub of cream that was on the point of almost freezing. I stared her in the eyes as I slowly stirred the chocolate. Then I picked up a spoonful and let her watch as with almost painful slowness it oozed off the spoon and struck her left nipple. She hissed an intake of breath at its sting. “Fuck, Anna….that’s hot!” I smiled slowly, “Yes….hotter than the melted candle wax was I’m sure.” Another dollop, this time onto her other nipple. Then I leaned forward and sucked the first nipple clean which made her hips writhe on the bed. I kept up this nipple treatment for a few cycles of it. Alison is quite capable of having an orgasm through nipple stimulation alone if you get it just right, and no way was she cumming….not yet. 

Isn’t pouring double cream satisfying? You can get it to pour in the thinnest line if you try. And I tried! From her belly button, which I filled, down in a slow, arrow straight line until freezing cold cream struck her clit through her tights. Looking between her legs I could see how aroused I was making her. Her vulva clenched and relaxed involuntarily and I thought at one point I might have gone too far and made her cum, but fortunately I hadn’t, 

Girls, have you ever been so aroused that it literally runs down your legs? I have, and by the amount of cunt cream Alison was producing, had she been standing up, she would have experienced the same feeling. 

Then a little rummage in her nightstand. Like me, she owns a Lelu vibrator, and she also has a nice moulded dildo as well. Hers has a suction base to stick on the Bath or a mirror. I made a show on licking the base before sticking it firmly on her mirror. Then, her Lelu. Making her watch as I gave myself my first orgasm in front of her was so sweet. The mixture of desire and loathing on her face was exactly was I was going for. 

Then her dildo. I backed onto it and fucked myself, all the while talking about her boyfriend. “Oh Chris….fuck me like you fuck my sister. No, I don’t care if her cunt is all over your cock…..fuck me….make me pregnant.” She actually gritted her teeth during this and I saw her flood. Truth to tell, it was watching her flood that made me cum more than anything I was saying. 

Then I did something Alison’s didn’t to to me. I crossed to the bed and totally cleaned her of cream and chocolate. I lay on top of her and held her face in my hands and kissed her. A I did, I realised I was crying. I told her I loved her so very much. Slowly, limb by limb, I untied her and thank God, handcuffs made for sexual purposes have a little catch for quick release. Instead of slapping me (which I was expecting, she embraced me and returned my kiss with interest, telling me how much she love me. 

Then, right there on her bed, we made love. We didn’t fuck, it wasn’t erotic, it wasn’t in any way crude or dirty. We made love. By the time we came with each other’s fingers deep inside, we were both openly weeping. 

Afterward, we lay silently in each other’s arms. I realised we had done none of the things we usually do to each other…well, none of the more way out things. I hadn’t pushed my tongue up her bum, she hadn’t either peed on me or asked me to pee for her, there was no dirty language. We moved together instinctively. Oh we went down on each other of course, but while usually that would be up to and including orgasm, this was more a building up….part of the journey. When we came, we were scissored together, out vulvas touching and holding hands. I’m sure it looked rather basic and pathetic, but if you’ll forgive me saying, it was beautiful. 

We dozed for about an hour in each other’s arms, then Alison went for shower…stale cream does no one any favours. Through her open bathroom door, I watched her clean herself. It was so sensual, and I was sure she was getting turned on again. I love watching her masturbate, so I slid off the bed and into the shower with her, “Do you want me again?” She put the question so softly I barely heard it over the water, “No, lovely, well, not like that. Masturbate while I hold you?” I slipped my arms round her from behind as she began to masturbate.

From time to time, she would take my hand and place it between her legs, using my fingers as hers. Her orgasm was a thing of beauty to behold, especially as it was punctuated with heartfelt “Anna! Oh Anna…..” she turned to me and slipped her hand between my legs. To be honest, I didn’t know if I wanted another cum just then, but as her fingers entered me, I saw pure desire in her eyes. She desired me as a lover desires their partner. Suddenly, in that moment, I was again the submissive one. My body was hers to do with as she wished. There was nothing in my mind….no unspoken desire….I wanted nothing more than she was giving me. If she had fingered my arse, fine, if she didn’t equally fine. 

It was her eyes! Oh my God, her eyes. They never left mine, not for a second, they seemed to bore deep into my very soul. I felt her fingers moving inside me and pushed back against them. “Do whatever you want Anna. Anything,” This would normally be the cue for me to pee on her leg or suggest some depravity or other, I just flung my arms around her and said “Love me.” I felt her lips brush my ear as she said “From now until the end of time, I’m yours.” 

That orgasm came straight from the throne of God himself. I have never experienced anything like it. The world ceased to exist, and the entire universe contained only me and Alison. Her fingers deep in me and me kissing her passionately. 

What started out as revenge mutated into something truly amazing. Even as I write this, part of me wants to erase it. It was so intense, so very beautiful, and in a way, so private, maybe it should be kept that way. 

On the other hand, physical love between two siblings can be more than just perverted lust. This wasn’t sex. This was a physical expression of that deep core love that siblings share even when they hate each other. I hope you don’t mind me sharing it with you.