The dynamics of the household subtly changed over the next few days, I noticed that Aunt Karen and Lucy were starting to take more notice of my sister. She wouldn't give them direct orders but they tended to drift into a pattern of doing as she asked, when she asked.
She had become my Aunts voice when she was not around, she would not give outright commands, she would do it far more subtle than that. Things like gently asking me to wash her dirty socks and underwear at the same time as my Aunt suggested that I now wash her underthing's. I was in perverts heaven on Wednesday mornings, I would spend a couple of hours every Wednesday morning in the laundry room.
I was now washing by hand, my Aunts stockings, panties and every other piece of sexy underwear imaginable. My sisters panties in particular held me in a trance as I inhaled her scent from the gussets, they were all so small, so delicate and so fucking sexy. I had carte blanche to do with my Aunts permission, what I had previously been punished for.
The previous evening, my sister had appeared in my room at about 11pm, just as I was getting changed for bed. She gave my door a slight tap but walked straight in not waiting to be invited, I was midway on pulling my PJ bottoms up and she got a birds-eye view of my ass.
"Nice." She laughed.
I of course being the shy idiot that I am, almost tripped in my haste to get my stuff covered.
"Why so bashful big bro, get used to it. Auntie just told me that you are to join us next Friday and I cannot wait."
"Join you?"
"In the playroom, apparently she has Lord and Lady Palmerstone-Smythe as her guests in the playroom Friday, and we are to be present."
"Us?"
"Yes, us." She said grinning like mad.
"My god Bernie, you should watch her work she is amazing. Tonight, she had the most gorgeous woman I think I have ever seen, she had her screaming and crying with orgasm after orgasm. I have never seen anyone come so hard as she did tonight, she needed over an hour of what Auntie calls, aftercare. Fuck, feel me, I am fucking soaked!"
I watched in absolute awe and disbelief as she brazenly dipped her hand into the waistband of her leggings, groaning loudly as she obviously fingered herself. She brought her hand back out and it was covered in her sticky juices.
"God, I am so horny right now. Taste me."
I could smell her desire and she had that look again, the wild eyes, the flared nostrils. She offered me her outstretched fingers and they glistened with her essence. My bedroom felt like it was getting smaller and smaller as she closed the space between us, getting closer with each step until her soaked hand was directly in front of my face.
"I said taste me, lick!"
The smell was overwhelming, musky, hot and it even had a sweet pungency to it. I had smelt my sisters panties before but this, this was real, this was fresh. She pushed at my lips and I let her fingers invade, my first taste of a woman and it was from her, my sister.
I found myself thinking that this was how it should be, if it was to be with anyone then it should be with her. Her eyes were wide with that wild manic look as she pushed her fingers deeper, she had three in my mouth probing until I felt myself gag.
"Lick me clean, suck them." She hissed with an undeniable excitement in her cracked voice
Her other hand delved into her waistband and before I knew it, she was wiping and covering my face in her juices. Her wet hand went into my hair and then to my cheek, she pulled me into a passionate kiss and sucked her own juices from my tongue. Her tongue swiped over my cheeks, nose and lips, wherever she found a taste of herself, she cleaned it from me and I loved her doing it. Her hand came to rest on my shoulder, then one gripped my hair at the fringe and I felt her push down.
"On your knees." She hissed again.
Although I had over 50lbs on her as well as being well over a foot taller, I felt at that moment like she towered over me and I did as she commanded without question. Dropping to my knees at her feet, her aroma filled my lungs and inhaling deeply until I became quite heady.
The next thing I knew, she had shimmied her leggings and panties off throwing them aside and had pushed herself into my face. Her wetness was like nothing I had ever smelt or tasted before, this was my first real taste of a woman and I loved it. Tangy sweet aromas filled my nostrils as she ground her pelvis into me, her hand wrapped around to the back of my head and she grabbed a handful of my hair pulling me in harder.
Her pussy was my first pussy and it was wonderful, just as I had imagined in so many of my dreams. Smooth, hairless and soft, her lips were so velvety like soft chewy jelly sweets. I didn't get the time I wanted to savour them though because she was grinding herself hard into my face, her feet straddled my knees opening herself wider to me and she pushed in. Her hips were jerking and I sucked for all I was worth trying to get as much of her juices as I could.
Her hand wound itself into my hair, she was wrapping me tightly around her fingers and I could feel follicle after follicle being ripped from my scalp as she rose higher and higher. Her groans and whimpers were getting more frequent and much louder, she mashed herself into my face until I literally fell backwards because she was pushing so hard. She followed me down straddling my face and shoulders not missing a beat, I was trapped now between the bed and the bedside table with her sitting atop my face.
We were wedged tight but I wouldn't have moved even if I could, I had wanted this for what seemed like all my life. She had one hand tightly wrapped into the hair at the front of my head holding me in place, the other on the top of the bedside table for support.
I saw her stomach muscles contracting and spasming as she pushed her wet snatch into my nose and mouth hard, so hard that it hurt but my arms were trapped and I could do nothing but buck and moan. I think she thought I was doing it out of pleasure but I was fast becoming terrified that she would suffocate me.
She looked down into my eyes with manic excited eyes like that of a she-devil, eyes that didn't care, eyes that just wanted to take her pleasure even if it meant my suffocation.
She lifted momentarily allowing me to gasp for breath before seating herself back sealing my mouth, my nose was filling with her juices and the more I tried to expel them, the more they filled back as soon as the airway cleared. I will never forget her expression as she exploded into my face, she bucked her hips back and forth riding my face through the orgasm as it ripped through her body.
Thank god it allowed a small amount of air into my scorching lungs and I took in whatever she allowed. She then started to piss on me, it crashed into my face and mouth and I could do nothing to get free from its target. Her hand kept my head in place as she howled like a banshee, her body was now convulsing and completely out of control as she writhed above me. Sweat was dripping from her chin as she slowly came down, her eyes had calmed and she was back looking something like my sister, just a totally wrecked version of her.
She slowly dragged herself up with the help of the bed and the side table leaving me lying flat out on my back. Her stomach muscles were cramping as her body twitched and shook itself through the aftershocks of an orgasm the likes of which she said after, she had never experienced before.
"Sorry," she managed to get out between body shivers, looking down at me.
"Sorry, look at the state of you," she giggled, not sounding very sorry at all to me!
"I got a little carried away, sorry. But fuck! that was awesome." She sighed, as her body still shook in small after tremors.
My face hurt like fuck, my nose felt like it was broken and my mouth was numb, but I felt pride in her words, awesome, she had called me awesome.
"Fuck Bernie, you made me squirt. I fucking squirted on you bro! look at the state of you?"
"Squirt?" I questioned.
"Yes, fuck you are a natural at that. I have never cum like that, I mean, NEVER!"
Her face was as red as mine felt and mine felt like it was on fire, her cheeks and neck were blushed pink and soaked in sweat.
She helped me up and I sat in a heap rubbing my sore face, I felt dazed and helpless but had immense pride. My first time at eating a girl out and it was the girl I had always loved, my sister, and what's more, she was pleased with my efforts.
I looked down at my ripped shirt, I had been in the process of taking it off when she accosted me and now two of the buttons were gone. It was also dripping in her juices, I mean absolutely drenched. I glanced over at the mirror and saw a complete wreck of a man looking back. My shirt was torn and hanging off of my shoulders, my nose was covered in snotty gunk and everywhere under my eyeline was scarlet. My chest hair what little I had of it, was a sticky mess, matted and clinging to the ripped shirt. My sister appeared in the reflection beside me and quite honestly, looked no better than I did, she smirked then burst into laughter. Before long we were both in fits of giggles clinging to each other for support as we fell in a heap to the carpet.
