– Author's Note: This is the second and last part of a two part story. It includes Incest and other sexual content. Synopsis: Kevin digs deeper into his sister's 'nymphomania'. Thank you. –
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--- For now, I just wanted to savor what we had shared. I would deal with the rest later ---
She stirred in my arms. I had closed my eyes for what felt like only a moment, when I felt her slip from my grasp. Slowly, I managed to rouse myself enough that I stood up and sat back on the sofa.
She surprised me when she re-appeared, fully dressed and perky. There was a glow about her. Apparently, she had an energized goal of getting out for a bit to go shopping and stock up on essentials. It took almost no insistence on my part for her to accept a money donation to help cover the cost. She asked what I liked to eat, laughing when I told her that I hadn't changed since moving out – in other words, the same stuff I had grown up on. I told her not to expect me to do much cooking, unless she was also willing to teach me the culinary arts.
Chuckling, she said she didn't mind doing the cooking while also teaching me the basics. When I offered to go with her, she insisted it would be quicker if she did it alone. I could help haul the goodies in when she got back. With a big smile and a sweet kiss, she left.
After getting dressed, I had some more coffee. All the while, my brain was chaotically trying to decipher all the sexual kinks she appeared to be filled with. There had to be a deep-seated reason behind her cum obsession. It was already obvious that she had some crazy notions in regards to what men actually cared about sexually – her belief that she 'tasted' nasty, for example, and her lack of knowledge about her own body, plus how to satisfy herself sexually. What was absurd was this whole fixation on needing a man to cum, so that she could get off.
When she returned about an hour later, I helped her unload the goodies, then told her I wanted to get some more stuff from my old place. I questioned her about a key for the apartment, which she quickly produced. I didn't tell her about the side trip I had planned. I wanted to stop at a sex shop and pick up a couple of things that I thought might be of value in my quest to educate her.
There wasn't much left at my old apartment, a few more clothes plus several boxes of mementos and things I hadn't even bothered to unpack yet. As I loaded up, I began to lay out how I wanted my plan to go down on my return. After a quick stop at an adult store for the toys, I headed back.
She was in an extremely good mood upon my return. The stereo was on and she was dancing around happily as she cleaned the place. "You can store that stuff in the other bedroom, but you know you'll be sleeping with me, right?!" she giggled. I nodded and went to put my stuff away.
I began my culinary studies by helping her make dinner. It was more of a lesson in handing her ingredients, then mixing, stirring, and other such menial tasks. She got a kick out of having me help, even in the smallest aspect. I believe that the concept of a man helping her was completely novel.
After we had eaten, and I had helped clean up – which also amused her – I decided to set my plan in motion. Barefooted, she was at the kitchen sink, wiping the counter dry. She had on a cute pair of shorts along with a simple, button-up blouse and no bra ... which seemed to be a habit with her. Because of the fullness and firmness of her tits, one wasn't really necessary. The majority of her bruising was fading, plus she had styled her hair and put on a little make-up. With her almost flawless complexion, she hardly needed any.
Walking up behind her, I folded her in my arms, nuzzling her neck and cupping her tits as I told her, "Glad to see you in such a good mood, sis." I pushed my groin against her ass so she could feel my bulge in her crack.
Pressing back against me, she laid her head on my shoulder. "Thanks to you, babe," she replied, grinding her butt on my cock. I flexed it, which generated a chuckle while she exaggerated her rotating motion. I pecked up and down her throat as I kneaded her boobs and palmed her stiffening nipples.
"I'm going to take a shower. Care to join me?" I asked, closing my teeth on her flesh to gently nip on it.
From the surprise in her tone, the thought must have never occurred to her, "Oh my.
Yesss! I would!
" I was already unbuttoning her blouse. She rotated in my arms to return the favor, her hands working on my pants buttons.
With her blouse finally opened, I went after her bare flesh. The satin of her skin felt hot under my palms, her rigid nipples almost burning my flesh. It seemed that all I had to do was suggest something sexy and she was instantly turned on. I wouldn't necessarily consider this to be a symptom of nymphomania. Rather, she just seemed to be extremely hedonistic and readily willing to get physical at the drop of a hat.
Fishing my erection from my briefs, she began tugging on my shaft like a kid anxiously playing with a new toy. I was hard as a rock in seconds, while she watched my face as she jacked me off. With a mischevious smile, I pulled away. "Meet you in the shower." I wanted to prolong this foreplay in the hopes of showing her the benefits of waiting.
She sounded frustrated as I turned and headed for the bathroom, removing my clothes as I walked.
"Damn it! ... you tease!"
I ignored her, leaving a trail of clothes behind me. When she caught up, I was already in the shower, adjusting the water. I enjoyed the beauty of her body as she sashayed toward me, her delectable tits swaying erotically in sync with the sexy swivel of her hips.
"Gawddd ...
you're beautiful!
" She looked surprised. "What? Hasn't anyone told you that before?"
She stopped to nod. "But, only when they were trying to get me outta my clothes."
Wriggling my finger to get her into the shower, I asked, "Did it work?"
She giggled at my smirky grin. "Didn't take that much to fuck me. They just had to ask."
She entered the shower, closing the door behind her. Her hands reached for my hardening pole, until I took hold of her shoulders and forced her under the water, spinning her to make sure she was fully wet. Spotting a bar of soap in the wall cubbyhole, I grabbed it and turned her until her back was to me.
"Don't move. Let me take care of you." She looked back at me as I pulled her out of the water stream. Stepping to her so my body made full contact, I made sure to wedge my cock between the cheeks of her ass, before I started my soap-up of her front. Wanting to excite and arouse her as much as possible, I took my time lathering up on every inch of her flesh that I could reach. I saved her tits and pussy for last, circling them closely and making her ache for the contact.
Her ass wouldn't stop wiggling against my shaft as I toyed with her. When I finally touched her breasts, she moaned so deeply that it sounded like a plea. As I fingered her nipples, she shuddered hard against me. I tweaked them with a feathery touch before sliding one hand down to circle her cunt. Now, it was nipple tweaks and labia caresses, combined with an ever-increasing firmness and hunger in my fingers.
Just when I felt she was ready to blow, I stopped, turning her to face me and pulling her body hard against mine. This time, my cock was swimming against her soapy belly with my whole body involved in the foreplay. soapinging her back, I worked my way down to cover her ass and crack as I went in for a prolonged kiss. Her breath was harsh and needy in my mouth.
From her crack to her neck, my hands slithered up, then down. I went after her starfish and cunt from the back side, using strong strokes to intensify the contact with my cock which I continued grinding against her belly, swiveling my hips side-to-side. When I broke our kiss, her head fell to my chest while her hands moved to grip my ass, trying increase the contact between us.
She whimpered,
"Holyyyy ... shi-ttt!"
She jerked when I probed her sphincter with my fingertip. She sounded even more agonized when I took hold of her shoulders once more and forced her back under the water to rinse off.
When every trace of soap was gone, I told her my wish, "Just stand there and watch."
I wet my body and backed away to the wall, leaning against it to begin my show. I started by lathering my entire body except my groin area. As if I was taking a regular shower, I cleaned myself up, then stepped back under the water to rinse off. She tried to grab me, but I rebuffed her gently which made her pout cutely. "Not fair!" she complained.
Moving back against the wall, I went after my cock and balls this time. I took extra slow and sexy strokes to thoroughly soap up for her visual pleasure. Exaggerated tugs combined with sudsy fondling of my balls and crack, even turning around and flexing my cheeks as I spread my legs and lathered it all for her.
Her voice called out, "Baby, let
me-ee!
" Turning to face her again, I shook my head.
"Play with your pretty cunt – use your fingers and find that spot inside that I found." She looked uncomfortable for a moment. "Do it! Masturbate for me while I do the same for you." I continued the long, sensual pulls on my cock while I waited for her to comply.
She finally gave in, her hand moving tentatively to her pussy. When she pushed a couple of fingers in, I smiled, knowing I was succeeding. She was very hesitant, as if not sure what to do. I gave her more incentive. "Does it turn you on to watch me playing with my cock?" She nodded shyly, a soft smile crossing her face. "It makes me extra hard having you watch me while I jack off ... even harder when I get to watch you play with yourself at the same time."
"Really?" She seemed baffled again.
I nodded. "Really! Play with your clit and find that spot that made you squirt – okay?" I was happy to see her free hand join the other and a finger move to her clit. Her inner labia were spread apart with the tip of her clit peeking from its hiding spot. When she touched it, she visibly shook, her knees sagging as a jolt of pleasure hit her. Her eyes fluttering, she began to truly explore her body.
For fear of becoming too aroused, I stopped masturbating, intending to rinse the rest of my body while I enjoyed the vision of what she was doing. As tentative as she was, it was obvious she had never taken the time to learn how to pleasure herself. From the licking of her lips, to the undulating of her body each time she found a new spot, it was a joy to watch her experiment. The sounds she was emitting were wonderful -- a combination of gasps, pants, whimpers and moans echoed in the small confines of the shower, soon becoming loud enough that they even drowned out the sound of the water.
"What are you smirking for?" she said in a barely audible whisper.
She startled me – I had been so wrapped up in enjoying her exploration. "Just loving what you're doing."
She tittered, pausing long enough to point at my crotch. I looked down and had to laugh as well. I had soaped myself up to the point that my cock looked like it was covered in whipped cream. She stopped her manipulation and headed for me, her hand extended toward my hard-on. I grabbed her shoulders and stopped her with an admonishment, "Maybe in a bit." I put the bar of soap in its cubbyhole and rinsed myself off before I stepped out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, I started to dry off, motioning for her to join me.
I tossed her a towel. "Meet me in the bedroom, sexy thing." I moved to her and took hold of the back of her neck, pulling her to me for a deep and passionate kiss. Leaving her breathless, I turned and walked out the door, still drying off.
