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Now that Erica and I were together, life became much simpler. Also more complex. It just depends on the day.
For example, when Mom calls, we have to pretend we haven't just been fucking each other into oblivion. Usually we just let the answering machine get it, but there were a couple of early pickups that might have gotten us busted. So, more complicated in that way.
Simpler between us, though. Clothing was no longer optional... it was discouraged, unless we were expecting company. Erica would wander the apartment gloriously naked, with her big breasts jiggling and swaying it time to her sexy strides, and I was free to get as many full blown boners as I wanted to around her. I didn't need to hide them or be embarrassed, at all, as she was constantly checking me out as well.
I admit, there was a teenie, tiny voice in the back of my brain that was trying to remind me that the woman I was fucking daily was my sister. That voice was getting harder to hear every day, especially when she was on her knees sucking my cock with such obvious glee, which is what she was doing right now.
Oh. My. God.
What an incredible cocksucker my big sister was! The best part was that she often did it completely unannounced, and without any wish for me to do anything but gush down her throat. I know my experience with the subject is limited, but it seemed to me that most women viewed a blowjob as a preparatory exercise, before they spread their legs to accept a good fucking. If they got a mouthful to swallow, it was a disappointment.
Erica quite obviously didn't share that viewpoint, and enjoyed getting me off, to the point where she sometimes had a gentle orgasm of her own. If her fingers were free to probe her gash, that 'sometimes' became 'always', and 'gentle' became 'gut wrenching'.
So, I'm here, sitting on the couch, arching my hips up to meet her lips as she sucks me like no other woman ever has. She's moaning, and stroking me with one slobber soaked hand, while the other is circling her clit furiously. I've got two handfuls of her beautiful red hair, humping her mouth eagerly, and... the phone rings.
If you're thinking 'this would be a time to let the machine get it', you're right. I had no plans to answer, and neither did Erica... but we still listened as the message was left.
"Hi kids... It's Mom calling," she began, while we both tried to continue quietly, as though Mom could somehow hear us. "Just thought I'd see how you two are getting along, since we haven't spoken in a while. Don't be too hard on each other. Give me a call back when you can. Love you, bye."
Erica giggled, and gave me a huge suck, finally flipping my switch. I groaned loudly, and spewed into her mouth, gushing hot semen that she swallowed happily.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! Nice timing Mom!" I gurgled, gasping for air. Erica vacuumed up the last few drops, and smiled.
"Don't listen to her," she laughed. "You can be as...
hard
... on me as you like. In fact, I prefer it that way!"
She winked, and wiggled her ass at me, heading into the bedroom.
"Coming, darling?"
"Already did, Hugs. You, of all people should know that," I laughed. I did eventually follow, once I regained the use of my legs. My steps were unsteady, but there were enough pieces of furniture to lean on along the way. When I arrived at the bedroom doorway, I saw my sister laying back, her legs spread wide, with three fingers busy in her slippery pussy. The motion of her arm made her boobs dance enticingly. Despite having just been pleasured to completion, my dick couldn't ignore the sight, and twitched. It might be a few minutes before I was ready, but I could see a very attractive time killer to fill those minutes with.
All I had to do was get her fingers out of it.
I positioned myself between her thighs, and watched for a few seconds. It was a spectacular show, complete with scents and sounds, a sensory smorgasbord of sensuality. It was really fucking hot, too.
She pulled her fingers out, coated with delicious pussy gravy to the second knuckle. I was perfectly willing to clean them up, but she wanted the job herself, and sucked each digit with a moan of enjoyment. That left me to take care of the source of the mess ; her beautiful, bald pussy, already pouting open, and dripping wet.
Ever since that first night, just a few weeks ago, I had become addicted to my sister's pussy, unable to resist her. Truthfully, I really wasn't trying very hard to resist her. It's difficult to remind yourself that your perfect woman is actually your sister, when faced with the prospect of fulfilling all your fantasies by just excluding that fact. That little voice didn't even bother clearing his throat. He knew there was no winning the argument when I was already between her legs, and was picking his battles.
My tongue tasted her sweet secretions, and I sighed happily. Hugs did the same, harmonizing unconsciously. I went to town, licking, sucking and nibbling on her slippery folds, engorged labia, and aroused clit.
"Mmmmm, you're really good at that, Gig," she moaned. "Who taught you to eat pussy, anyway?"
"I, um... I kind of... Well... I watched a lot of girl-on-girl porn," I admitted with a shrug. "Seemed like another woman would know how to do it best."
I didn't anticipate that my sister would find the revelation funny, but she sure did, and began to chuckle, then it escalated into a full, raucous belly laugh. I actually had to stop tonguing her clit, and ask what she found so humorous.
"Oh, nothing... Except I keep picturing you as some nerd researcher, in glasses and a lab coat, with a clipboard and a pencil... Madly taking notes while some blonde dyke chews on her lover's juicy pussy," she laughed. "Volumes and volumes of notes!"
Ha, ha, ha! You think you're pretty clever, don't you sis? Well, I learned all sorts of tricks from those, um, 'instructional videos', like this one...
I pressed two fingers inside her dripping cunt, palm up, and hooked the fingertips upward.
There it is.
I pressed firmly.
Erica's eyes popped open wide, and she lifted her head to look down at me.
"What the...? Holy shit, Stevie!" she gasped, squirming on the bed eagerly.
I put my tongue back to work on her clit, and she went ballistic. She had two handfuls of my hair, and was holding on tight, obviously not planning on letting me leave until I got her off. Her heels were digging into the middle of my back, urging me to continue. Just in case that wasn't enough to indicate her enjoyment, she was also screeching into the corner of her pillow. Muffled words of bliss filled the room.
I was sawing my fingers rapidly in and out of her slippery gash, maintaining the pressure against her g-spot, just the way the, um, 'instructors' did in the videos. Erica's slightly muted screams grew louder, and she arched her back, as my fingers prompted a flood of warm juices. I slurped them up as fast as her pussy could ooze the delicious honey out. Her thighs were quivering around my head, and her orgasm continued unabated, as did her screams. I kept plunging my fingers home, and she kept gushing ambrosia for me to lap up. Finally, she pulled the pillow away, and gasped for mercy.
"Stop! Please STOP!" she panted, her face flushed red. "Too much! Too much! I give! You win!"
Oh, there's no doubt I win. Every time we're together, I win, and so does she.
During my time between her legs, feasting on her yummy cunt, my cock had risen again, and was now eager to play his part in the festivities. I crawled up her body, dragging my erection up her leg.
"Ooooo, it's awake," she smiled, reaching down and grasping my stiffy. She gave it a few confirmation tugs, and rubbed it between her well lubricated lips, wordlessly telling me that she was ready to go. I pushed, and her pussy stretched open to accommodate my shaft. Every time we had sex, it went in a little easier, and the pleasure replaced the pain quicker.
"Mmnnnagggn! Shit!" she hissed. "Damn, that's a big dick! Does Dad have one like that?"
"I have no idea," I laughed, settling in deeper. "Why don't you ask Mom? Be sure to tell her why you're asking, too."
The fact that she was able to joke about it was proof it wasn't hurting her anymore.
"Yeah, sure," she giggled, holding her hand up in the universal thumb-and-pinky phone gesture. "Hi Mom. So I was fucking Stevie the other day, and I wondered where he got such a big dick. Does Dad have a big one, too? Hello? Mom? Are you there? We'd be going to her funeral."
"Well then the mystery shall remain just that," I smiled, beginning to stroke her gently. She moaned, and pulled me closer, finding my lips with hers.
The source of her beautiful, kissable lips... and the rest of the body I was currently taking great pleasure in penetrating... was much more obvious. Mom was similarly equipped, with even bigger tits than her oldest daughter. The twins were probably going to be equally spectacular.
I hoped I would still be alive when Sarah and Sylvia grew up. Not because I had any designs on sampling them as well, but because I knew if Dad ever found out I was fucking his first born daughter, he'd kill me. That little voice had found a bullhorn, and was trying to make himself heard over the moans and groans that were filling the room. I heard him, but my cock was running the show right now.
"Mmmmm, yeah, baby... Fuck me! It's so good, baby!" Erica moaned, hooking her hands behind her knees. She spread her legs wider, and pulled her knees back toward her shoulders, giving me completely unfettered access to pound her pussy as hard as I wanted, and as hard as she wanted me to.
