After that very intense oral session in the shower, Bobbie and I more or less let things cool down after that one afternoon.
It wasn't like we were both creeped out after the fact. We could have easily fallen into that sort of mind-set, I mean . . . hell! Since when does any pair of siblings engage in oral sex and not come away with a little mental baggage, I ask you?
Though it was hard to tell at first. After we'd cleaned up -- by meaning we both shared a quick, cleaning shower -- I didn't get any such vibe from my younger sibling when I met up with her in the living room. Bobbie thanked me again for giving her those two, intense orgasms and after we made a little small talk on the couch. she left to return to our parents home and I was left to my own devices at my apartment.
At first I was worried that somehow -- in some way -- our parents would twig to what happened over here between me and my baby sister. But, a phone call from Mom a day later was as mundane as it usually was. She asked about my work and other typical topics and hung up after a motherly good-bye.
Things then shifted to a typical routine for about a week. I worked and Bobbie did her usual thing, while also making time to come over to my place, per usual. To my thinking, we seemed to have re-established an even keel to our relationship. Bobbie's presence was palpable in my apartment, but she never stayed long. By the time I got home, all I found was a note from her, saying she'd popped in to watch TV, use the outdoor hot tub (one of the other perks of my apartment) and would see me later in the week. This didn't phase me in the least, nor did it make me feel like my kid sister was trying to avoid me or anything.
In all honesty, I was glad Bobbie appeared to acting normal. Privately though, a small part of me was a bit sad she wasn't trying to cop a repeat of our licentious afternoon together. Truth to tell, I think my little sister's blow job in the shower DID spoil me for anyone else munching down on my dick. All that week, I caught myself from time to time daydreaming about her oral talents . . . and wishing that she'd someday want to have another taste of me.
But each afternoon when I got home, I was disappointed to see Bobbie wasn't there, waiting for me so she could get another good pussy-eating or take another turn sucking my cock.
That Saturday, however, was a whole other kettle of fish!
* * * *
All of the nights passing without Bobbie there had gotten to me. In fact, the last couple were spent with little sleep and early risings that made me grumpy as all-get-out. Fortunately, with Saturday being the start of the weekend, I had the next three days off, so I'd gotten up later than I usually do.
I'd finished with my morning routine of a shower, shave and getting dressed in a comfy T-shirt and cotton lounge pants. Then I just sat down with a morning cup of coffee in the living room -- scooping up the remote from the sofa to turn on the cable news channel -- when there was a knock at the door. Grunting a bit in frustration, I got back up and walked to the front of the apartment, pausing to peer through the peep-hole.
It was Bobbie, standing out there on the stoop, looking dead-straight at the fish-eye lens like she knew I was looking out at her. "Jerry? You in there?!"
Somewhat surprised, I reached out and twisted the doorknob, throwing the door open. "Hey, kiddo," I said. "What's up?"
Bobbie didn't answer right away. She breezed past me, heading for the living room where she stopped at the doorway and gave a quick look around. "Sorry, Jerry . . . I, umm . . . you don't have anyone over, right now?"
I closed the door and looked at her. "Um, no one except you for the moment. Why were you--?"
"Good!" she said. Moving back to where I was, she grabbed me by the arm and practically dragged me towards the living room. "We need to talk."
"Um, okay." This wasn't per the usual for my baby sister. In fact, looking at the way she was dressed was something of a surprise to me as well. Bobbie had on a pair of dark-blue cotton boy-shorts, a pair of flat, strappy sandals and a white, midriff style singlet top with thin straps which left her tummy and shoulders bare. A very un-Bobbie style of dress, as she usually was one to wear denim and T-shirts when she came over to visit.
Getting to the couch, Bobbie gave me a push to make me sit down before taking a seat on the opposite end. She crossed her legs in that lotus-sitting style, waiting for me to settle myself while she picked at some unseen lint on the cushion next to her. Again, not the usual demeanor for Bobbie. which gave me something of a knot in my middle. Something I really didn't like feeling.
"So . . . what's up, kiddo?" I asked.
Bobbie continued to look at everywhere but right at me for a few seconds, then she sighed and said under her breath. "Just do it." She looked at me and said, "Jerry, I dunno how else to say this, but . . . it's about last week."
The knot became a full-blown ball of ice, as I stared at her. "Oookay," I drawled. "What is--?"
"Jerry," she said, cutting me off before speaking in a rush. "You have to know that . . . well, what we did really -- and I mean REALLY! -- wasn't something that brothers and sisters should do to each other!" She paused, swallowed and then said more calmly. "Sorry, I'm trying not to freak or sound like I'm accusing you." She scowled. "Though I really should be, since you started the whole affair."
I decided to just take the bull by the horns, rather than try to stave off any accusations. "Yeah, I won't deny it, or make excuses for what happened." I offered both hands up in a helpless gesture. "But--?"
"But . . . now, I, um . . . ." Bobbie trailed off, looking down at her lap before saying softly. "Now . . . I can't stop thinking about . . . it."
"It?" I asked.
"Yeah, it." Bobbie looked back up at me, and I could see a plethora of emotions in her eyes right then. Some confusion, a little bit of fear, but two most-dominant were longing and lust. "I think . . . what we kidded about, before? You know? About you spoiling me with the way you ate my . . . my pussy?" When she saw me nod slightly, Bobbie let out a big gusty breath. "Jerry, I think you really did spoil me. I've been trying to get myself off, back home . . . but, nothing's coming even close to what you did to me."
The ice ball in my belly practically melted on hearing those words. "Aw, kiddo . . . you can't mean that--."
"Jerry, I'm not lying!" Bobbie hitched herself up and scooted closer to me, holding up one hand to count off on her fingers as she said, "I've tried everything I could think of. My fingers, my vibrator, a cuke I swiped from the fridge . . . even--." She cut herself off, blushing and ducking her head as she said softly, "Even my bedpost."
I blinked. "Your . . . bedpost?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I came over here a couple of times, while you were at work. I went up and tried rubbing myself against the bedpost on my . . . well, your bed."
That really floored me. "Wow!" I muttered.
Bobbie shook her head. "It's damn frustrating, not to mention embarrassing! I can't get myself off like I want, and the only thing that keeps coming up when I try to reason it through . . . is the way you munched on my cookie, Jerry." She looked up at me, and that same lustful, pleading look was amplified in her dark eyes.
That little bit of hope I'd been nursing all week was now soaring in my chest. Yet, I didn't want to push it and drive my sister away with guilt or loathing. I asked simply, "So, what do you want from me, Bobbie?"
Bobbie's face scrunched up with a look of concern. "Well . . . there's only one thing I can think of, Jerry, but I . . . I don't want you to think I'm terrible--."
I reached out and pressed one finger against her lips, before I gave her an encouraging smile. "Kiddo, don't ever think that I'll think badly of you. You're my sister, and no matter what you need I'll always be willing to give it to you." I cupped her cheek and said, "It's what I'm here for, after all. What sort of brother would I be, huh?"
Bobbie raised both hands to hold my wrist and hand, sighing with some relief. "I know, Jerry." She nuzzled my hand and looked hard into my eyes. "But, I shouldn't even think about what I want -- no, need to ask you."
I rubbed my thumb across her cheek softly. "Bobbie . . . are you saying, that you want me to eat your pussy again?"
Her eyes got all misty and moist, as she leaned into my touch and sighed once more. "Jerry, I don't want to beg . . . but, I'm going crazy inside over this!" Before I could reply, Bobbie scooted closer to me, almost into my lap as she leaned in to wrap her arms around me. Ducking her head into the gap between my neck and shoulder, she nuzzled me there before whispering fiercely, "Jerry, I want you to eat my pussy like you did last week. I wanna feel as good as you made me feel then!" She tipped her head back to look up at me, a slight touch of frisky humor seeping into her expression of need. "If you say you will, I--." She cut herself off, swallowing softly before saying, "I'll suck your cock again."
Feeling her that close to me, the need to be satisfied sexually vibrating from every pore of her skin, and coupled with that plea and counter-offer was more than enough to stun me to the core. Yet, in my mind, that part of me that had been longing to have my little sister's pussy to please was flipping somersaults of joy.
When I didn't reply right away, Bobbie leaned back with concern coloring her features. "Jerry?" She bit her bottom lip and started to get up.
I quickly got hold of my wits and pulled her back down and across my lap. "Bobbie, if that's what you need, then I'm more than willing to give you that." Hugging her close, I nuzzled her nose and grinned. "Provided you keep your end of the deal, too!"
Realizing what I'd said, Bobbie's fear-touched look melted away into a tremulous smile. "Oh, Jerry! You mean it?"
"What did I just say, kiddo?" I gave her ribs a quick skittering touch with one set of fingers -- something I used to do to her when we were younger. It did the desired effect; making Bobbie shriek with laughter and curl up into a tight ball in my lap. "Do I need to spell it out for you?" I asked, continuing to wiggle my fingertips along her side.
Giggling, Bobbie shook her head and, gasping as she laughed, said, "N-no, AH-HAH! T-tell me . . . eeEE! What y-yon mean, ex-aCK! Exactly!"
I let up a bit, giving her a moment to catch her breath, before I said gently, "Bobbie, your big brother is going to munch on your tasty, little pussy. I'm going to eat it up, until you go spare from all the orgasms that you're going to get." I stroked her flushed cheek, tucking some of her dark hair behind one ear before adding, "Then, little sister, you're going to get a mouthful of my dick, and suck it so good . . . you're going to spoil ME for all the effort I expect you to put into doing that!"
By now, Bobbie had got her breath back, looking back at me with such hope and joy in her face it made her cute face look practically breathtaking. "Ooh, Jerry! I can't wait," she said, nuzzling my palm before she twisted about, until her body was straddling mine. "I just hope I can live up to your expectations, big brother."
