I lay there for a moment, my pulse pounding through my veins as I basked in the most wonderful, serene nirvana that I thought could ever exist... I felt as though I was floating as Karen and Marisa retreated downstairs to the kitchen. I took a few deep breaths and groaned in utter contentment. I was sure I had never felt that satisfied. I replayed the events of only a few moments ago in my mind. I was utterly incredulous. Had it really happened? Please let this be real and not just some wonderful dream!!
I got my composure back somewhat and opened the drawer to my nightstand. I felt for the baby monitor and grasped it. I nearly dropped it as I retrieved it; my hands, and my entire body, were shaking. I chuckled to myself at my lack of dexterity and turned on the monitor.
Waves of joy and contentment just kept vibrating through my whole being as I lay there, grinning ear to ear as I listened.
I heard sounds of motion and some thumping, then peals of girly laughter.
"I did it!" squealed Marisa. "I did it! Oh my god, Auntie, I did it!!" She then broke into another fit of giggling.
"You sure did girl!" exclaimed Karen. "And you were amazing at it!" I then heard the fridge door and some clinking. "All right, let's have a victory drink! It'll help to get that taste out of your mouth too."
"Oh my god, I can't believe it, Auntie!" Marisa gushed. "I really did it! I just sucked my dad's cock! I sucked him off and made him cum! And he came in my mouth, and we licked it up!... Oh, my god, I just sucked my own dad's cock!!" She then started to laugh again, burbling with merriment as my little sister chuckled along with her.
"See, you were all nervous about it, and it was easy," said Karen sagely. "I sucked my dad's cock a ton. Men who sleep deeply have been helping their daughters master the art of blowjobs without them knowing it for generations, I'm sure."
"Is it weird, though, Auntie? I mean, I liked it! Is it ok? Oh my god, do my friends suck their dads off in their sleep? Auntie, I really did it!!"
"Marisa, listen. It's perfectly fine, it's perfectly normal. You masturbate, right?"
"Auntie!!"
"No, really! Everyone does. Or basically everyone. I figure everyone should. But it's still sort of considered wrong, right? No one talks about it, no one admits it. All the doctors and psychologists and experts all say that jilling off is totally normal and healthy. But who admits it? Same thing with getting some practice on your dad. Normal. Healthy. But people freak right out if you even suggest it, right? Don't worry, Marisa, it's not weird, it's not freaky. And it was... totally hot."
There was a pause as they sipped. "...Jilling off?" asked Marisa with a chuckle.
"Yeah, jilling off. Like jacking off. But for girls, right?"
They both broke out in peals of laughter. "Oh, Auntie, you're the best. I feel so happy. This has been such a wonderful day. I feel..."
"What, a little drunk?"
"Well, yeah," she snickered, "but, um... it's weird. Everything's just weird."
"Weird like how?" Karen asked.
"Well, I totally thought, you know, like at the start of the school year, that Trevor was the one. But I don't know. He's been such a dork. And he doesn't really make me feel good, or make me feel pretty. He just a horny dork! He kisses me and tries to feel me up, but he just turns me off more! You know? He just... I don't know."
Karen listened in silence. I was hanging off every word I heard.
"He makes me feel like he just wants to, you know, get his rocks off or something! I don't even know if I want to suck his cock!!"
There was another pause. I sensed that Karen was just letting her talk, figuring she was on a roll. Damn, how did she get to be so perceptive??
"It's different. With Daddy, it's like I wanted to. Like, I wanted to please him, you know? I know that he was sleeping, he didn't even know I was there, but, it's like..." Marisa stalled for a moment. "It's like Daddy makes me feel good. He makes me feel pretty, and like I'm important." She took a drink and paused again. Karen remained silent. "Daddy loves me, I know he does, and he makes me feel special! He bought me these earrings today! And got me flowers, just to cheer me up! He makes me feel so happy, and he's so handsome... He makes me want to please him..."
Her speech drifted off.
"With Trevor, it's like he's none of those things..." Marisa mused softly, in a hushed tone I could barely hear. My ears were straining and my heart singing with excitement and joy.
"Well, young lady," Karen began, "we should finish up these drinks and get to bed, huh? It's late, it's been a big, big night, and we've got a big day tomorrow. Now remember, there's nothing at all weird about what we did here, ok? Normal. Totally normal. And if you don't want to suck Trevor off, that's fine. Lots of other cocks out there. One upstairs too. And from what you've been saying here, it sounds like you're having reservations about the whole Trevor thing anyway. If he's not right for you, well, that's the way it goes. His loss. If he can't treat you the way you want, too bad. He's a nice kid, I like him, but your happiness is most important."
"Thanks, Auntie," Marisa said.
"I want you to do something though, ok?" Karen went on, standing and gathering things in the kitchen. "I want you to think long and hard about what you want. What's important to you. What makes you feel good. What you want in a man. Think about that, and see if there's anyone out there that meets those criteria. Ok? Think about the way you like feeling, the way you like to be treated, and think if there's anyone that makes you feel like that. If it's Trevor, fine. If it's someone else, well, maybe you should go out with that someone else, right?"
"Right, Auntie."
"All right then, let's get to bed. I'm getting pretty tired."
"Me too, Auntie. And thank you so much, this has been really, um, really an eye opener. You've given me so much to think about... And thank you for listening."
"No problem, girlfriend," Karen chuckled.
Shortly I heard footsteps on the stairs, then Karen entered our room. She closed the door behind her, then turned on the corner lamp, dimly lighting the room. She was wearing a broad, self-satisfied grin as she turned towards me and began removing her clothes.
"You happy?" she beamed at me.
"Holy fuck, Sis," I whispered to her. "Words fail me. I think you're sent to me straight from heaven or something. Come here!"
Still grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary, she climbed on the bed and crawled toward me. She bent to kiss me and I assailed her mouth. My tongue was hungrily and passionately probing her mouth. Our lips mashed together and I kissed her with desperate love, adoration and gratitude.
"Enough of that," she whispered, breaking the kiss and climbing up my body. She pushed down on the top of my shoulders, urging me to slide down towards the foot of the bed. "If you want to thank me, I know a better way." She swung her left leg over my head and lowered her cunt to my mouth. "Here, suck on that." I greedily and graciously complied, immediately kissing and drawing my tongue over the folds of her shaven outer labia, then darting between her swollen lips and seeking her inner pink.
She bent over to her side of the bed and enacted some kind of motion. I heard the drawer of her nightstand open. I concentrated on licking her delicious pussy, savouring each wonderful moment of being allowed to perform cunnilingus on my incomparable little sister.
"Mmmm, good, keep doing that," she sighed. "Now let's see if we have some icing on this cake..." She held a white object in front of my field of view, and I focused my eyes on it. It was another baby monitor, which she switched on. "Does this make me evil?" she asked as crackles of white noise emitted from the device.
I glance up quizzically to her eyes, which returned a mischievous gleam. Hisses continued to emanate from the monitor, and I began to probe my little sister's vagina, spearing her inner folds with my tongue.
A crackling sound and a rustling came from the speaker. I was confused, so I just continued tongue-fucking Karen and dragging my lips across the outer folds of her pussy.
I heard a breath and what sounded like a soft sigh from the monitor. What were we tuned in to? It had to be Marisa's bedroom... Had Karen hidden a monitor in Marisa's room? Holy shit, you devious little freak!
