Sister Loves Facials Ch 01

Of all the women in the world, the last one I expected to satisfy my craving for facials is my own baby sister.

It's no longer fair to call her "baby sister," but old habits are hard to break. Our seven year age difference (I'm 25, April is 18) meant I took care of her and she looked up to me, rather than being combatants like so many siblings I know.

"Tom, you are the best brother ever!" was something I never got tired of hearing, and incredibly enough I still heard it throughout her teen years. The credit for that goes fully to her sweet and open nature, not to me. Where her optimism and loveliness of character comes from is a complete mystery-- I'm not like that, and certainly our parents aren't either.

As far as I'm concerned, the only negative thing she's ever done was getting involved with a church group that I found creepy. Even that was understandable because of our parents' divorce and my moving out of the house at about the same time.

So I was shocked to hear that our Mom was kicking April out of the house. The details aren't important, except to say Mom chose to put her new control-freak boyfriend ahead of her daughter. Which lead to April ending up on my doorstep needing a place to stay.

So one evening I opened the door to "Tom, you are the best brother ever!" and a hug and kiss on the cheek. It had only been about two weeks since I'd seen her last, but it struck me that the adorable girl I knew was now a beautiful woman. She has wide sparkling eyes in a heart-shaped face, flawless skin, a cute little nose and the broadest smile that lights up her face and the rest of the world.

But at this moment she was upset and I was determined to make everything all right again. I helped her bring her things in and carried them into the second bedroom, recently vacated by a shitheel roommate.

"You'll have to sleep on the futon for tonight, but we can go out tomorrow and get you something more comfortable. Is there anything you need? I can still run out to the store."

She hugged me again and held on tight. "I'm ok. Thank you, I don't know where else I could have gone." She was on the verge of tears.

"You don't have to worry about anything," I promised. "You can stay as long as you want."

That brought the first smile of the evening and a sigh of relief.

....

The last thing in the world that I wanted my sister to find out was that I loved porn and facials in particular. Whether it's a girl-next-door type or a heavily made-up porn goddess, I love to see an attractive face splattered with cum.

I have my favorite porn sites of course, but I also have videos I've download to my laptop and even some still pictures. I had arranged a few of those into slideshows so I could more easily browse through them as I got myself off.

I make no apologies for this, but it meant a lot that April looked up to me, and I didn't want to lose her respect. It seemed there was no danger of her finding my porn since it was confined to my laptop and I never carelessly left it lying around unlocked for anyone to stumble across.

Until I fucked up, of course.

April and I had been getting along great. It was a joy to have her back in my life every day and she made it clear how happy she was too. We cooked together, cleaned together. shopped together and suddenly the most mundane things in life were fresh and fun.

One night we decided to go to a movie and together we checked the times on my laptop. She wanted to show me a YouTube video, so she started to look for that while I went to use the bathroom. I didn't realize that I must have left a facial slideshow up on one of the secondary screens, just waiting for an accidental swipe to bring it into view.

I walked back into the kitchen, coming up behind April, who, sitting there apparently in shock, was staring at a picture of a hard cock in the act of shooting cum on a young girl's face.

There was a moment of silence before April, crimson-faced, jumped to her feet while I began to stammer incoherently. I grabbed the offending laptop and and sprinted with it out of the room as if it were a live grenade. Not being able to think of anything better to do, I sat on the couch and cradled it in my arms.

Meanwhile April had dashed into her room. I sat there, imagining her packing up her things and wondering whether she'd let me give her a ride back to Mom's or if she'd give me the cold shoulder as she left to meet an Uber.

A few minutes went by and I heard her door click open.

"Tom?"

"Yeah, I'm in here, April."

She came a few steps into the living room and thank God, she wasn't carrying a suitcase.

"I'm sorry I did that. I shouldn't have been snooping and I'm sorry I embarrassed you."

"April, you didn't do anything wrong at all. I shouldn't have...I didn't want you to see..." I just trailed off.

She came in further and sat down carefully at the far end of the sofa.

"I'm ok. That's your private business, I just don't want you to be mad at me."

"No, never. I can't blame you if you're disgusted with me," I said dejectedly.

She slid over closer to me and reached for my hand.

"No, never. I know all guys-- all people-- have needs. You don't have to hide that from me."

I started to breathe a little easier.

"Let's go see that movie now," she suggested. "Okay?"

So we went, but I was still agitated. She just had to be grossed out by me. In the theater going for our seats, I let her sit down first and then left an empty seat between us as I sat.

She said, "Don't be silly!" got up and moved into the empty seat next to me. Then she reached over and held my hand and kept it for most of the movie. At a certain point she leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder.

"I love you, April," I whispered.

"I love you too big brother."

....

So I had a happy home once again, happier than I had ever known before. To this I owed a debt of thanks to my old roommate for moving out-- and in with my now ex-girlfriend. It turns out that one of the ugliest events of my adult life cleared the way for me to have a home with April, for however long she chose to stay.

A few blissful days went by and no mention of the porn incident came up, until late one night just as we finished a TV program together.

I got up to go to bed and April asked softly, "Are you going to look at those pictures now?"

I stopped. I knew exactly what pictures she was talking about.

When she didn't receive an answer, she continued, "It's all right if you do. I know that men like pictures of women and that you're a young, healthy male and not just my brother."

"Then you know that young, healthy males don't talk about certain things with their sisters," I said sternly, or at least as stern as I could be with April.

She ignored this and continued. "Something from my church group made me think about those pictures and I just wanted to ask you...questions and stuff. I know this may be weird for you."

Shit! This sounded bad. Was she going to talk to me about my eternal soul? I sat down and steeled myself for a conversation I didn't want to have.

Instead, it took a very different turn.

"Pastor Joe was talking about obedience and how it's the woman's duty to please her husband. Do women have to let their men do that? Is that normal?"

I was a bit confused. "What do you mean?"

She hesitated. "That stuff... that sticky stuff on their faces. That was sperm, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

"Pastor Joe talks a lot about a wife's duties. Would I have to-- do that-- if I ever got married?"

"No, of course not. You can say no to anything you're not comfortable with." My indignation with this this Pastor Joe character was quickly overtaking my embarrassment. "What kind of crap was he telling you?"

"There was a lot about obedience and modesty and faithfulness. And obedience. That was the biggest thing." She gave a rueful smile, then asked "Do you like doing that?"

Oh God, back to me and my porn. "Well, I'm kind of busted. Truth is I haven't done it myself yet, but yeah, I like to watch it," I admitted reluctantly.

"I've heard girls talk about it, it seems a lot of guys ask for it," she said. "Why do they like it so much?"

I did't know if I should even try to answer, but April seemed truly curious and not judgmental. "I think a big part of it is it's a marking-my-territory type of thing and the feeling of power that brings."

"Oh. Does that mean guys only want to do it with a special person?"

I suppressed a laugh. "No, I don't think most guys are picky at all."

"What about you?"

I paused. I didn't know how much I should tell her, if anything. Finally I said, "I'll just say I'd enjoy it most with someone who cared for me and was glad to make me happy and not think I was a perv."

"God, Tom, I know you're not a perv! A perv is a weird creepy guy and that's not you at all." She seemed offended that I might have put myself down.

"Thanks. I did have someone freak out once when I brought the subject up. That really sucked."

"Then that girl was an idiot."

"I wish you were there to argue my case for me," I blurted out. "I mean, no, it's not that I'd want you to be there, I mean you shouldn't be there. it's just that you're sweet and you're great..." I trailed off awkwardly.

She giggled. "You're the sweet one. It's ok that you like it. It's kind of naughty, but it's not a sin, I mean it's not premarital intercourse."

She squeezed my hand and got very quiet for a moment. "Tom?"

"Yes?"

"Could I look at those pictures again?"

I fumbled for a response. "What? You know there's lots of stuff out there-- the internet--yon can find all kinds of things."

"Gosh, I know that. I don't want to wade through a whole bunch of gross stuff."

I responded tentatively. "You didn't think those pictures were gross?"

"Well I was shocked, I wasn't expecting that at all. But thinking about it, it was just faces and-- you know- cum." She reddened adorably, "And-- oh yeah-- maybe a penis or two."

"So you want to see them again?"

She nodded. "I'm kind of curious-- and I feel so stupid about these things. Like there's a whole adult world out there and I'm still just a little kid. l don't way to feel that way anymore."

I thought it over. I should be the last one to judge her for being curious. I went and got my laptop from the kitchen and put it on the TV tray near the sofa. I found a slideshow with facial screen shots and clicked it open for her. Then I got up to leave and give her some privacy.

"Tom?" she said. I stopped. "Please don't go. I want to look at them with you here. It makes me feel safer."

This was beginning to be an out-of-body experience. My sister finds my porn. Instead of being freaked out, she's her sweet, curious self. And now she wants to check out this secret, hidden, dirty world that I enjoy.

I slowly sat back down, not too close to her but not all the way at the end either. She moved the TV tray to her side near me and scooched closer.

She clicked on the slideshow to make it full screen and first up was a smiling blonde with lines of cum crossing her cheeks and up onto her forehead. I heard April draw in her breath then exhale as she studied it carefully. She began to click through the photos one by one, sometimes backtracking to an earlier one.

"Some of them have a lot more stuff- you know- cum on their faces than others. Do some guys make more than others?"

"Yes, that can be a difference. But also guys produce more at different times. If you've just-- you know-- finished, you won't be able to produce as much for a while yet."

She clicked to one particularly messy pic. "This guy really puts out a lot."

I glanced at that one and recalled the video. "I think that's from more than one guy."

"Oh my gosh I never thought of that. See how dumb I am?"

"April, please, you're not the least bit dumb. It's just a new thing for you."

She nodded and sighed, "I know" and went back to the slideshow. Soon a screen shot came up that I'd taken from a bukkake video. She drew in her breath at the sight of the cum-drenched starlet.

I felt myself blush furiously and looked away from the pic and my poor sister.

"Wow. Oh wow." I expected a question or an expression of disgust but April just gave a bit of shake of the head and said, "I don't think I could take that much."

I'd been both embarrassed and excited, but at this I instantly became rigid. She can't take that much means she can take some? My baby sister is sitting next to me, looking at pictures of messy facials and thinking about taking one herself?!

As she continued her exploration she leaned to her side up against my shoulder and snuggled in.

Near the end, she got to a slide that stopped her short and which I was sure would send her flying out of the room and away from me. The cum-covered girl in this slide was a just a bit older, mid-20s perhaps-- but otherwise was the spitting image of my own little sister! And no, she wasn't spitting (or swallowing) but was sweetly smiling with her head tilted back as streaks of cum decorated her face and hair.

I felt a shudder run through April's body-- or maybe it was mine. But she didn't move away, if anything she snuggled in a little closer. I glanced at her and I thought I saw a faint smile around her lips.

"Hmmm," she exhaled. After giving the pic a long look she clicked ahead only to find a series of photos with the same girl. "I see my brother has a favorite," she giggled.

Some were different shots from the same session; others were from other photo shoots. Then, at the very end was a series of shots I remembered well-- the girl with her mouth wide open and tongue extended, then with a load of white cum on her tongue, then her mouth closed and cheeks full, then just sitting quietly, cheeks no longer full, and finally one with her mouth open and empty.

April clicked back and forth through this series several times as if figuring it out and then confirming her suspicions. She then clicked back to the very first picture of her twin and left it up.

Very softly I heard April. "You can do that to me if you want."

Time stopped. I couldn't breathe. "What?"

"You can do that if you want. On my face."

"April, you can't...you don't...I wouldn't," I trailed off.

"It's ok, it's not like it's premarital intercourse. It wouldn't be a sin. It's something you want and I could give it to you... Then we'd both be happy."

She clicked back to the end of the slideshow, to the photo of her twin with her mouth full of cum. "I think I could do that too. Please be patient with me though."

"April, we can't..."

"Oh my God, I'm freaking you out right now, aren't I? Please don't be mad."

"I'm not mad. It's just that I couldn't...I could never use you that way."

She reached over and touched my cheek with her hand. "But I want you to... I want us to do it together. That's not being used. I'm happy and safe with you, and if anything that would make me feel happier and safer."

I had no coherent reply. She hugged me. "I want you to be happy too, big brother. I know you need to think about it. Just know that I really want to do this for you." And with that she went off to bed, while I just stood there, stunned.

....

I couldn't sleep that night. Part of me felt like a kid waiting for Christmas morning and part felt like I was about to jump off a cliff. I worried about how things could go wrong, but I also knew that there was zero chance I would turn her down.

What happened that next morning was: nothing. We didn't talk about it. April was more cheerful and adorable than ever and seemed to have an extra shot of confidence. As that day and the next couple of days went on, April, without saying anything directly, made it clear that she expected this to happen. She'd give me little kisses and smiles and touches of the hand. To me this affection, above and beyond what we'd had before, was as if I had been dying of thirst and had finally reached an oasis. I was afraid to do anything to jeopardize it and thus I couldn't take the initiative to either deny or to give her the facial she was asking for.

Near the end of that week I was driving home and noticed some wildflowers in a field. I remembered being in the car with the family when we were young and how April always noticed things like that and pointed out how pretty they were. I pulled over, got out, and in my business suit ventured into the muddy field to pick flowers. For a vase I used a tall disposable coffee cup.

I came in the door and April bounded up to me in her usual good mood and gave me a hug and a kiss. She was wearing a cute sun dress that showed off her legs and petite figure. Never had I seen her more sweet and adorable.

I'd had the flowers behind my back, and when she let go I handed to them to her. "I was driving and saw these and I thought of you," I said awkwardly. As she took the coffee cup bouquet, tears welled up in her eyes.

"You are always so thoughtful and sweet," the words tumbled out. "Thank you for being so good to me."

"April, you're the most important person in my life and I love you."

She put the flowers on the table, and melted into my arms. I held her tight and stroked her hair and her back as we swayed back and forth together. She rested her head against my chest and I kissed the top of it. She looked up at me and our eyes met and held and I leaned in to her and we kissed. And then we kissed again and I felt her lips part and our tongues began to explore each others' mouths. My hands dropped to her bottom and I squeezed it through the thin material of her dress.

We made our way to the couch, kissing and fondling each other as my suit jacket dropped to the floor. I ran my hands through her hair, her beautiful hair, and worked my way across her breasts.

We broke apart and looked at each other, practically panting. "April," I said as I reached out and took her right hand in mine. I slowly brought it towards me, turned it palm down and pressed it against the bulge in my trousers. I let go and April began to squeeze my bulge- my hard cock- through my pants and kept squeezing and rubbing, squeezing and rubbing. I was enjoying the most erotic, mind-blowing scene of my life, but quickly realized I needed to stop her if I wanted it to continue.

I stopped her gently and then took hold of a pillow and laid it on the floor at her feet. She looked at it and then back at me and I nodded.

"Stand up," whispered April. "Please? Then I'll get down on my knees for you."

I stood up and we both kicked our shoes off before I stood in front of her, fully erect although still sheathed. She held my gaze as she dropped to her knees and reached for my belt. As she began to unbuckle it, she looked up at me and said, "Tom, are you ready to cum on my face? I want you to do it, I'll make you so happy."

"Yes, April, yes. You'll give me your whole face?

"Yes, it's all yours. Cum wherever you need to, wherever you want."

We worked together to get my pants and underwear off and out of the way and for the first time she could see and touch my bare erection. She ran her fingers along it, up and down, before putting her hand around it and began to gently, tentatively tug on it.

"April," I groaned. "You turn me on so much."

She stroked me more and more firmly. "I do? You like the way I'm touching you?" She smiled.

"God, yes."

"Do you want me to put it in my mouth?," she asked innocently as her hand moved. "Or should I kiss it maybe?"

"Kiss it please. Yes, kiss it."

She leaned forward and for the first time ever, pressed her sweet lips to the head of my cock and gave it a gentle kiss. Her mouth moved lower down the side of my shaft and gave another kiss. Then, another one underneath the shaft and then a fourth kiss coming back up the other side.

Just a little bit of touching in this amazing encounter with my sister was going to be too much.