Stevie, Oh Stevie!

Today, I have two things to tell you about. Opposite ends of the spectrum really.  Stevie and I had made love, gently, tenderly, and were lying naked in each other’s arms. Then Stevie asked me, right off the bat if I’d ever had sex with my brother. I don’t know where that came from, since it hasn’t even been hinted at in our many conversation. I’m determined this relationship will have nothing but 100% honesty, so I told her that yes, I had. She snuggled into me and said “Yeah...I figured.” So, I threw the question back. Has she ever had sex with a family member? She told me immediately that she and her sister had “goofed around” for most of their teens.  Then there was silence. “I’d be ok with it,” she said “if you needed a dick now and then. In fact, I’d quite like it.” I didn’t know where to go with this since I couldn’t really say “ok, and you can have a pussy....since she has mine!” So instead I said “well, if your sister comes to stay and you guys want to.....that’s cool.” She snuggled in again, and I knew I had it right. She still likes goofing around with her sister. Into the silence that followed she added “I think it’s becuase, well, I love her, and...and it’s taboo, you know?😏 We were silent for ages, in fact I think we may have dozed for a while. Then I felt her moving. She leaned up and kissed my ear, something that, Male or female, always makes me wet. “Spank me.” She whispered.  Now this is new. I gave her a light hearted tap on her ass. “No. I mean spank me....hard.” So I lifted my hand and slapped her ass again. Still not right. “No. This won’t work. Sit up.” I sat up in bed, and Stevie lay across my legs, her small, pert ass lit only by the moonlight. “Now, really  spank me.”  I raised my hand and let go. I slapped her way harder than I intended to....and I mean WAY harder. Stevie hissed with pleasure. “Yes.....like that. Harder! Really go for it, and don’t stop....no mater what I say.”  So, slightly unnerved, I starting whooping on her ass. She wriggled, and squirmed, and then something odd happened. She started talking, mainly to herself. “oh...no...please stop....don’t...don’t do any more...I’m gonna....please!” Of course I stopped instantly, but she said “ No! Carry on.” I went back to slapping her, and she went back into her fantasy. “Ow! Oh please.....please daddy...stop....no more...I’m gonna....I’m gonna cum.....oh daddy...stop!”  And then I felt a flood over my outer left thigh. Stevie had cum, but also wet herself. Talk about erotic! Afterwards I asked her to explain what just happened. She told me her dad was very physical with punishments at home. “He spanked me and my sister, even when we were into our teens. One day, he was spanking me, and it felt different....I started to like the pain, and I made me cum on his leg.” I asked if anything else happened, but she said “No...well...not directly. We both thought maybe he was borrowing our panties, but when he spanked us, we both realised that we could feel his hard dick, and as we got older, being spanked on our bare asses was horny.”  So now, that’s part of our love making sometimes. My Stevie enjoys pain, being spanked generally, but she also wants me to use a cane. That’s going to take some getting used to for me, but I love her, and want to try it if she likes it.  Then, the other end of the scale.  One day, we were walking through the mall. Something we do a lot. Usually, we just walk, but this particular day, I felt her reach for my hand. We walked just holding hands. I felt such a warmth of pure joy. We are in love. That’s different to being lovers. That simple gesture seemed to be Stevie saying “Yes, that’s right. We’re a couple. Get over it.”  By the time Starbucks opened its welcoming doors, there were tears in my eyes. We sat down and Stevie looked at me and asked what was wrong. “Nothing, you silly bitch. You made my day holding my hand like that.” “Well, why wouldn’t I? I love you.” And she leaned across the table and kissed me holding my face with both her hands.  As she did so, I felt a sudden hush of wetness in my panties, and my clit buzzed. As the kiss continued, I knew that I was going to cum.  And cum I did. It wasn’t the breathtaking thunderbolt that an erotic orgasm gives, this was gentler, and rolled over me like a wave at the beach.  I broke the kiss and said Stevie, hunny, I’ve just cum in my panties.” She took my hand and led me to the restroom. On the way there I thought we were going to have a quickie in the stalls. But instead, she tugged her own panties down and showed me the wetness in the crotch. “Me too!”  Walking through the mall, hand in hand, each of us with wet panties was one of the most loving, yet at the same time erotic things I’ve ever done.  And that orgasm. Yes, I’m sure I actually did cum, no doubt about it. Stevie’s romantic handholding and that kiss definitely made me cum.  Back home, we didn’t even make it to the bedroom. We undressed each other with such sensuality. When I took her panties off, I couldn’t put them down until I’d licked everything off them. In fact, I got so hooked on them that when I looked up, Stevie was masturbating. “Don’t stop....that’s so horny.” She muttered. So, I carried on, running my tongue over her wetness, and finally putting the whole crotch between my lips and sucking hard. (I know this flood my head with her scent.). Stevie arched her back and came.  Then, she took me and lay me on the floor and spread my legs. She kissed down my body until she came to my cunt. I knew I wouldn’t last long, and so did she.  I felt her push a finger inside me and then withdraw it. Then I felt that same finger slip effortlessly into my ass.  A savage orgasm ripped my breath away from me, and made me press hard onto that inquisitive finger until it was fully up me.  I love anal. I love being fucked there, and I love beig fingered there. But most of all, I love Stevie. We are currently sitting in separate rooms writing a bucket list. Things we want to do with and to each other, and places we want to do them.  This is going to be fun! Weird, I have no doubt, but fun.