What do you say to your little sister the morning after you've blown your load on her face for the first time?
In my case, I think I just smiled like a goofball.
"It's nice to see my brother looking so happy and rested!" was the greeting I got from April at breakfast, along with a peck on the cheek.
"I'm so lucky I get to spend the whole day with you," she continued. "I've got my list ready, I hope you don't suffer too much in following me from store to store."
April had hurriedly moved into my second bedroom after a fight with our mother, bringing only a few clothes and personal items. We were planning a full-blown expedition to get her more settled.
"Well, I'm willing to make the sacrifice for my favorite baby sister," I teased.
She smiled at the old joke-- she's my only sister, my only sibling, period.
"I'm going to get changed and I'll be ready to go in about a half hour," she said. "Is that good for you?"
"No problem."
....
Mall traffic and crowded stores be damned, I was getting to spend time with my favorite person in the world. A sweet and adorable girl who just happened to be my 18 year-old sister-- and who had discovered my love of facials and responded by offering her face up to me.
How could anyone look that fetching in simple jeans and a t-shirt? Somehow the t-shirt and bra underneath perfectly presented her shapely breasts without being in any way vulgar or showy. They were round, firm, and delicious, lifted and separated perfectly.
But it was really the jeans and the way they shaped April's pert, perfect ass that kept me hypnotized. The ass that I had just oh-so-briefly squeezed and caressed for the first time and was now just fingertips away, as I followed her through racks of clothing and down aisles of home goods.
What took her sexiness to another level is that she was totally unselfconscious. Whether it was the swing of her hips as she walked, or how she'd stand up on tippy toes to reach for an item on a shelf, or how she'd bend over to take a closer look at something, she seemed completely unaware of how much she was turning me on.
I used an old-fashioned word-- fetching-- to describe April, but there's another eight letter f-word that's even more fitting: fuckable.
So I spent my whole day fighting through crowds and waiting in lines with my adorable, fuckable sister. It was one version of heaven.
....
We had a quick, casual, important conversation as we waited in line for the register at the first store.
"Let me help you out with this," I offered, reaching for my wallet.
She stopped me, surprisingly forcefully. "You're sweet but I need to pay my own way."
"Can you afford everything you need?"
"I've been saving up for a security deposit for a long time so I wouldn't have to stay with Mom. I'm using some of it now."
I contemplated that. "Well, I know somewhere you can live where you don't need one anyway."
There was a brief pause.
She didn't make eye contact when she responded. "I like that place. That's where I want to be."
"Then that's settled."
"I'll be able to pay rent too once I get organized."
"Get whatever you need now. All the rest can be worked out later."
So April bought lots and lots of stuff and I contentedly carried it all out to the car.
I did insist on treating for dinner and we relaxed and enjoyed ourselves at the Cheesecake Factory before heading home-- to our home.
....
After unloading everything from the car, bringing it in and then getting it at least semi-organized, we collapsed on the couch in front of the TV.
April had brought a blanket over, and she drew it over us as we cuddled together.
After a bit, she stood up, took the blanket and put it over herself as she laid down with her feet in my lap and her head at the far end.
"Would you rub my feet for a bit like you used to?"
I'd almost forgetten about that. Years earlier, I had occasionally rubbed her feet and she loved the attention. We were caught doing it one time and a parental freakout occurred, even though it was truly innocent. I think our parents just didn't get the concept of family members who actually liked each other and showed affection.
She had socks on and I left those on as I stroked and massaged her feet. She squirmed a bit and made happy little noises.
I was holding one foot, when her other foot found its way into my lap and began to gently rub my crotch area. I let that continue as I worked on her other foot.
"I'm so comfy I think I'll just spend the night here. Tom, could you tuck me in?" April asked.
I stood up, steered her feet back to the couch and covered them with the blanket. I then moved up by her head and tucked the blanket in just under her chin. Her arms were underneath, leaving just her sweet, sleepy face exposed.
I was standing right by her head and she could see the bulge in my pants.
She blinked as she looked up at me. "Take it out...please?"
I unzipped and brought out my hard, aching cock. It had had a long, hard day of gazing at her ass without relief.
"Stroke it for me."
I began to slowly stroke my cock directly in front of her face.
"Turn sideways so I can see the whole thing."
I turned to the side and showed off my full erection for her. I stroked faster and more steadily. Her eyes were locked on my cock.
"Ooh, it looks so nice. It's so smooth and pretty."
"Can a cock be pretty?" I grunted as I stroked it in front of her.
"Mmm...yes. My brother has a pretty cock and he lets me play with it." She brought her hand out from under the blanket and reached for me. I let go of my grip and I felt her fingers gently run up and down the shaft and around the head.
"Tom, my face is ready for you," she said as she caressed my cock.
"It's yours any time. You can walk up to me and cum on my face whenever you want. You can ask or warn me if you like, or you can just step up and do it."
I groaned as she languidly stroked me. "April, I want to come all over your face every day."
"Yes, please. I want to do it outside too," she said sleepily. "I know it's naughty, but I want to do it outdoors and in public too."
"Oh God, I want you!" I turned to face her.
"Tom? Put it in my mouth," she said, forming a perfect circle with her open mouth.
I leaned forward and bracing myself with both hands on top of the couch, slid my cock into her warm, wet mouth.
She sucked and slurped on the head like a lollipop. Seeing and feeling her lips close around it, alternating with her tongue swirling all over it, brought me right to the edge in no time.
"April, your mouth feels so good!"
"Mmm...," she replied as she slurped.
"Tell me you want my cum!"
She pulled my cock out with a pop. "I want your cum so bad. Give it to me. Please!"
I reached down and tucked her back in under the covers, leaving her face vulnerable and nicely presented for me.
My sister watched with big eyes as I stroked away, inches from her face. Finally my cock erupted and rained down gobs of cum all over her pretty face. She took it all in with a beautific smile.
"Thank you, that's so nice," she murmured, as she ran her fingers through the cum on her face. I wiped my cock off in her hair and stepped back to admire her. The sight of my white cum splattered across her cute features and perfect skin was the finest work of art I'd ever seen.
Exhilarated and exhausted, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up and to get her a wet washcloth. When I got back to the couch she was sound asleep. I debated on whether to wake her up to clean her, or to leave her as is. I ended up leaving April asleep on the couch with her face still covered in my cum. I left the the washcloth in sight, gave her a gentle kiss on her sticky forehead, and went to bed.
....
After that, it was open season on April's face, with her enthusiastic consent.
I'd give one word, one gesture, or one look and she'd obediently drop to her knees in front of me. More than once I entered a room and she was already kneeling or lying face up, waiting for me. I felt like the King of Sweden.
It quickly became normal to see her studying, working, or relaxing with fresh cum across her face, or dried cum on her cheeks and in her hair. It was almost odd to see her with a clean, unmarked face-- it seemed like only a transitional phase until her next facial.
It's fair to say that April initiated many or most of these facials. Only once did she raise any objection to my demands.
It was a Sunday night and April was leaving to meet her church group, which explained the conservative blouse, pleated skirt, and stockings. Her hair was pulled back and held in place with barrettes and she was carrying her Bible.
She was literally out the front door when I reached out, grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back inside.
"What's the matter, Tom?" she asked with concern.
I let go of her, closed the door, turned back to her and reached for my zipper.
A bemused smile played on her face. "You're going to make me late! Can't you wait until later for your fun?"
I shook my head as I looked her up and down. "No."
"Oh gosh, do my church clothes turn you on?" she said in mock censure. "You are being such a bad boy."
"Yes, and you are such a good girl, so prim and proper and sexy in your church clothes."
She couldn't fight back a smile and put her Bible down on an end table.
"You really think this is sexy?" she asked as she gave me a twirl, her skirt swirling up and giving me a glimpse of thigh just above her stockings.
"You have no idea." I said, taking my cock out of my pants.
"Well, it looks like my big brother really needs me," she said with an exaggerated sigh. She kicked off her shoes, dropped to her knees, and arranged her skirt carefully before looking up at me and smiling.
I was already stroking myself at full speed.
"Oh my, you're close already, aren't you?"
She glanced down at herself and said, "Oh no! Stains will never come out of this blouse!" But she didn't move. "Keep it on my face, okay Tom? Do your best."
I had a sudden inspiration. I reached over and handed her the Bible. "Hold this up under your chin. That'll help protect your clothes."
She instinctively took it and held it sideways with both hands, just under the lovely face she was willlingly presenting to me.
