"So you think I'm going to suck your cock?"
I shrugged, "You will if you know what's good for you."
"None of that belligerent shit this morning, ok? Let's take it easy."
"Not in the right place emotionally?" I asked.
"Something like that. Like I said, I can't be like this with anyone else. Even with Flora I have to be big sister."
"You're still my big sister. You're almost thirty!"
Her eyes went wide. "You mother fucker! Twenty-seven is
not
almost thirty." She grabbed her pillow and whacked me in the face with it. Seizing her, I rolled over her, my cock poking into her firm belly. I pinned her arms over her head.
For a moment she kept that anger, then she softened. Her eyes glistened and her mouth twisted for just a second. "Fuck, dude. You know I love you. I haven't felt like this in a long time, being with you."
Pressing my head against hers, I whispered. "I love you too. And now I'm going to make love to you."
"Fucking gross!" Her smile pierced through her tears. But she knew where this was going. Her lips parted. My lips and hers came together again, and we put the conversation out of its misery. So much tension left her body. It was obvious from my body squishing her underneath me. Our tongues intertwined, and I tasted her now familiar taste.
When I kissed her cheek and neck she sighed, her breath trembling. I even kissed right on her spider tattoo. Her skin was so firm and defined, like she had been carved out of marble. As I moved down her chest, her erect nipple brushed my chin. My kisses fell all over her chest, and her heart beat against my lips as I kissed her center. Where I had kissed, wet spots stayed, slow to dry in the soupy air.
Her little nipple brushed my lips, hard and protrusive from her arousal. Like a mother cat, I licked a circle around her small areola. Under me, Louise sighed and squirmed. My tongue flicked across her nipple, flipping it back and forth like a spring door stop. Her being so skinny and flat, it really made her nipples pop. Little mosquito bites like these could be just as sexy and fun as Flora's swinging jugs. My lips took over where my tongue left off and I first sucked, then nibbled.
Louise ran her fingers through my hair, with just a hint of a scratch. My jaw tightened with not quite enough bite force to hurt. "Fuck, dude. No one ever spends time on my tits." I kissed over to her other nipple, stopping to feel her heartbeat with my lips again. It was faster and more fervent this time. As I kissed her other nipple, I took her wet, chewed one between my fingers and rolled it. She whimpered with the heightened sensation. I gave her other nipple the same treatment, and when I finished both of them were blushing, along with the fuck blush her whole body got.
There was the slightest quaver of a giggle as I kissed down her trim belly. Her black spotted panties were in my face. When I looked up, she was looking right down at me. Her face was on fire, and her brown eyes begged. I pulled the waistband of her underwear and she arched her back, bringing her ass off the mattress. The panites slid off and I was assaulted by the musky aroma of her passion. God, she smelled delicious.
This close, I took a look at her pussy. There was a little mustache of hair at the top, trimmed and neat like a blonde putting green. I ran a finger through it, and it was just long enough to take between my fingers. Her pussy was a shade redder than the rest of her, and her labia minora were shining with her juice. It reminded me of those weed plants with sparkling leaves, no doubt she would be able to tell me what they were called.
Just as I had kissed her lips above, I kissed her lips below. Though I preferred the look of a nice bush, there was something to be said for not getting a mouthful of hair. Her lips were tangy and salty with her brew that she had made just for me, and I licked that slickness off them, knowing that she would soak herself again just as soon as I was done. Her eyes still held me, her face grinning and adorable. It was impossible for even her to play it cool when my tongue was on her pussy.
"God damn," she murmured as I pushed a little harder, the tip of my tongue going into her cleft of Venus. With a peace sign I spread her, and her little button of a clit was uncovered. Her chest had started heaving, she was holding her breath for what I was going to do to her. My tongue flicked, just barely dabbing her clit. Her breath trembled out of her, and she grinned as her body resumed heaving.
With just a bit more pressure, I licked her again. Her legs wiggled and twisted around me, and I circled her pearl with my tongue. Now that I had got her attention I lowered my face into her, my lips working on concert with my tongue, eating her alive. She sat up on her elbows, as if I would slip away if she took her eyes off me. With my face engulfed in her insides, I didn't need my hands, and wrapped them around her skinny thighs to hold her in place.
I licked and licked, slowly flattening my tongue against her nub, then circling it, drawing groans and strained curses from her. She was wetter than ever now, and her juice ran down my chin like I had bitten a ripe peach. It was starting to happen. Her body was waving, as if her looming climax was a force of nature. With my lips busy, there was no way I could tell her, but I knew.
Scratching again, her hands ran through my hair, then tightened. But she didn't grasp to hold me still, she grasped to steady herself so she wouldn't fly off. Looking up at her, I saw her face, enraptured and exalted. Her mouth hung open and her eyes rolled into her head. If I weren't horny as hell, it would have made me laugh. Her strong abs clenched, pulling her body up, and a trilling cry came from her mouth. Her body contorted and puffed like a bellows.
Her body pumped and she let loose, dousing me with her cum. She panted and groaned. "Fuck, that's good!" The cheeks of her ass tightened as much as they could, pushing her sopping pussy into my face. As she shook, her thighs tightened around my head like a steel vice. She was stronger than I had expected. Her cry faded to moaning gasps for air, and she pulled my hair harder. Though I was afraid she would pull it out I didn't stop.
Finally, her boiled red body settled and her face regained a semblance of control. A placid smile was there, the kind I had seen when she woke up. Her hand loosened on my hair, stroking rather than seizing. Louise was still propped up on her elbows, and I disengaged from her insides to look up at her.
"You don't know how hard I try to get guys to give me head," she said. As she curled, I got up, and our faces got closer. She sniffed. "There's something about smelling your own pussy on someone else's face. And tasting it." Leaning forward, her lips touched mine and we opened, devouring each other. I moved up over her, ready to skewer her.
Louise grinned and rubbed her hands up and down my body. "Let me return the favor. I've been wanting to taste your cum."
"It's not easy to get my cock sucked either," I said.
"Your little puppy back home like the taste of your cock?"
I rubbed her sweaty chest, the bumps of her nipples tickling my fingers. "Hey, relax. No need to worry. You have me now." I almost accused her of being jealous, but I didn't want to escalate. Rolling over, I lay down, my head propped up on the pillows. My cock stood straight up, and Louise eyed it like she was stalking it and ready to pounce. Still red and shining with sweat, she pushed my legs aside and got in between them, taking my cock in her hand.
"You know when I was asking if you wanted target practice I wasn't kidding. I would have fucked you before I found out about Flora."
"Why didn't you?" I asked.
"I wasn't sure if you wanted it or not, and when I found out you were fucking Flora I decided to test the waters. You wouldn't judge me as much even if you said no." Her tongue dabbed the tip of my cock, licking the dollop of precum there. She swallowed, "That's nice."
I couldn't help it, I reached down and stroked her hair just as she had done mine. When we were little, it was like she had straw sprouting out her head. Sometimes the sun would catch it just right and it would burn with yellow. The black and pink now were attractive in their own way, but sometimes I missed what she used to look like. I brought my hand down to the side of her face and she leaned into it, smiling at me. Snaking out, her tongue circled the head of my dick. A shot of pleasure leapt through me.
All the time she was down there, her brown doe eyes looked up at me. Her tongue played along the shaft of my cock as she held it in every different position. She licked from head to base and back, she twirled her tongue around my bellend, she lickled my balls, she even spat on the tip and rubbed it in in the most alluringly nasty way. Her mouth was already dripping with strings of spit, stretched between her lips and my member.
This time there were no words, my breath slowed, then quickened with her strokes. A couple of times she put her lips around my bellend, teasing taking it further into her mouth. Each time I held my breath in anticipation. But I didn't push or even try to guide her. This wasn't that kind of moment. I was seeing a rare kind of Louise. She was vulnerable, doing something merely with the desire of her own pleasure and mine. There was no ulterior motive, no reaction seeking. This was the Louise I had missed the most. I stroked her cheek again, and her eyes smiled at me.
Once more she wrapped her lips around my head, but this time she pushed, taking my cock halfway into her mouth. Her tongue slid under it, and her sopping wet mouth churned with the exquisite mix of her saliva and my precum. There was the slightest scrape of teeth, hinting what her mouth was capable of. With my member halfway inside, she pulled back up, her mouth like her eager pussy had been the night before.
Bobbing up and down, she filled the room with obscene slurps. Every few strokes, she would take me out and lick the excess goo off the side. The room air on my bare member was cool, even though it was the same southern stew as it had been. Once more, she bore her head down, much more slowly this time. My cock reached the halfway point and her mouth tightened around me. Still she pushed, and there was that moment. Her eyes squinted and the corners of her mouth drew back as she hit that back part of her throat. But, fearless as she was, she went the full length and her lips touched my crotch. Only Flora had ever taken my cock this deep in her mouth, and I didn't let her do it again after she gagged and coughed. But the whole time Louise did it she held me in her steel gaze, as if to say
I'll take whatever you can give me. I want this cock, and I want you this badly.
Her throat twitched around my cock, sending more shoots of pleasure up my spine. Louise was as serious as I ever had seen her. Of course she would take deepthroating her brother as seriously as possible. With Flora we made a filthy sibling triad.
