When the Time of the Month Doesn't Matter

Tap Tap. 

The knock that could only be Alison. She is the only one who knocks like that. Since it was gone 11:00 at night, something was clearly up. So, she came in, and as usual for this time of night, scuttled straight under the duvet. I have learned with her over the years to, well, basically shut the fuck up until she tells me what’s on her mind. I also know that she has to initiate anything sexual. She’s fine with me taking control once it’s started, but she has to press the button, so to speak. 

I felt an arm around my waist then a kiss on my lips that developed into a very pleasurable tongue ballet, but when my hand roamed down over her hip and started to track between her (pantyless) legs, she gently took the wrist, and uttered two words. “I’m on.” 

For some reason, a jolt of electricity shot through me. A period is a woman at her most feminine....her most vulnerable, and her most private time of the month, and to be here, with her, touching her, felt like an almost religious experience. I felt a tidal wave of unconditional love pour over me.

Usually, when Alison and I have sex, we do things for each other simultaneously, but, even though I was aroused, it felt like my own arousal was put on hold. Oh, it was still there, make no mistake about that, but it just didn’t have that urgent feel it usually does. 

So, I gently took her t shirt off and rolled her onto her back. I whispered, “Leave it to me.. I felt the firmness of her breasts and the erect nipples that are normally sensitive, but which seemed even more so at this time of the month. Kissing them, biting them, sucking them, made her hips gyrate, and I am sure she even had an orgasm just from that. 

I kissed lower, over the flatness of her tummy to her pubic mound. Like me, Ali is clean shaven. She hasn’t had chance for electrolysis yet, and a little stubble grazed my lips. I used my hands to part her legs and she was hesitant to do so. It isn’t a natural feeling, especially with a tampon in place, to wantonly spread your legs, but she allowed me to expose her sex to me. My tongue found her clit....so hard....harder than I’ve known it. Lower, it found the tell tale string of her tampon. I licked the full length of her cunt, and realised as I did so, that I was softly crying. This was a moment precious above anything else I have ever experienced. It was a mixture of desire, trust and love. Returning to her clit, I made love to her dismissing all my little tricks for bringing a girl to orgasm. No writing the alphabet on her clit, no fingering her bum. I kissed her clit, ran my tongue over and around it, letting her responses be my guide. I so desperately wanted to finger her

So I did. I felt first the string, then the body of the tampon in her vagina. It was clearly what she needed ad she brought her hips up to meet me, I found that little patch of rough skin that is her g-spot, and pressed firmly, the way I know she likes. I paused in my licking only to whisper an “I love you”. It was torn from me. I could no more not have said it that not taken my next breath. Her vagina was wet, and not just from her, but also from my tears. 

When she came, it felt different. I felt her movements inside. Perhaps they were unusual because of the tampon, perhaps because something felt different to her. Either way, I felt her hands on my head as she came, and I felt blessed to be between her legs.

After she had come down, I kissed back up her body and found that she too had been weeping. 

We have a strange sexual relationship....although I suppose any sexual relationship between sisters could be described as strange. We can talk dirty to each other in a rough, abrasive way, or as expressions of deep, deep love, so when Alison held my face between her hands, looked into my wet eyes and simply said “Cunt” it carried with it the weight of her emotions. “Cunt”. As she said it, my clit convulsed, and I wondered in that moment if it was true that people can cum just from what is being said to them. 

Fortunately....or perhaps unfortunately, we didn’t get to test it out. Instead, Alison reached one hand down and between my legs. I was still in my t shirt and panties, and she didn’t even try to get her hand into them. One hand still caressed my face, her eyes locked into mine as she masturbated me through my panties, it felt like I was 13 again, having that first, tentative touch. Enjoying it to be sure, but too scared to go further. She said “I want you to do it in your panties for me. Go on. Cum in your panties. Cum for me, sweetie.” There was no need for Miss Brain, no imagery was required, no fantasy, no role play. I began to breathe raggedly, and I felt my bum cheeks clenching and pushing my pelvis against her hand. It felt like the first time I was ever fingered. Ali continued her litany of encouragement, “It’s ok...just let it happen. Don’t be scared. Let it go in your panties.” Her hand became a blur of movement, and I came hard....very very hard. As soon as the orgasm started Alison kissed me and said “I love you so much.” It seemed to reinvigorate the orgasm. Have you ever had one that felt like rolling over hills? Peaks and troughs of pleasure. I felt like I wasn’t cumming....it was more like giving my sister a gift. She alternated her expressions of love with other, cruder things, but each said with a deep, deep passion. “I love you baby.......you cunt.....that’s it.....cum for me....oh baby, oh baby...oh, you fucking cunt.” 

By the time I came down, I was fully sated. There was a long period of silence when we simply cling to each other. Then Alison said “You went down on me while I was on. Why?” I told her that it was what I thought she needed, and that she had a tampon in....and that I would have done it even if she hadn’t. 

I needed to change my panties, as they were totally ruined by the cum I had just enjoyed. I hopped out of bed and just slipped them off. I went into my bathroom to clean up, and when I got back, Alison and my wet panties were gone. 

I knew, simply knew, that she was wearing them. 

Even though we all live together, our periods, mine, Alison’s and mum’s have never fully synced up. I guess that doesn’t happen every time. Oh, we kind of overlap, and I am due on in two days. Ali will be just finishing then. 

I lay in my bed, thinking about what we had just done. Her scent was different....earthier....stronger.....would I really have given her oral sex if she hadn’t been wearing a tampon? There is no doubt in my mind that yes, I would have. Some will be disgusted at this, but, I guess you would have to be in our relationship to judge.

As usual, just before my monthly visitor arrives, I am rabidly horny....except when I was in bed with Alison. That raw, almost savage horniness simply was put aside and morphed into something else. Oh, tomorrow, I have absolutely no doubt, I will be walking through the orchard to the hot tub, I will almost definitely squat down an pee through my panties.....in the tub, I will be fingering my bum, masturbating like a crazy bitch on heat and fantasising about my dad screwing me or something equally depraved, but last night.....

.....wow.