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All characters in this work are completely fictional; any resemblance to real people is completely coincidental; each character is at least 18 years old or older.
This is Part 2. I recommend reading Part 1 first if you haven't already. Part 3 will be uploaded soon.
Thanks for reading.
My sister's promiscuousness:
Over a week goes by. It's a Tuesday night. The beginning of the fall semester was very hot, listening to my sister fuck, watching her parade around naked everyday, and getting the chance to see her fuck live. Now the fall semester has gone a little cold. We're into October now. The days are getting shorter, nights are getting colder. Clare didn't even go out this past weekend.
But, to be honest with myself, I am becoming concerned with my sister's promiscuousness. I try to bring it up with her during a weeknight dinner.
Although, I told her I wouldn't get in her way as a roommate. I can try to play this from a concerned brother angle, but she did tell me that she wouldn't change anything about her lifestyle, even if I am her brother. I have to be careful here.
About halfway through our dinner the conversation dies. This is my opportunity. "Clare...," I say, sitting up straight, looking right at her.
She looks up from her plate, still chewing her food. "Hmm?" she hums.
"You don't seem to see the same guy more than once. Wouldn't you rather have a steady boyfriend?" I ask.
She nods, sits up, and covers her mouth while she finishes chewing. "I would like to have a steady boyfriend," she says, "but I'm a horny slut on top of being a busy college girl. I don't have time for a steady relationship right now. I'll get one after graduation. For now, the current situation is a suitable solution."
Her words make my cock stiffen a little. My big sister is a horny slut and she knows it...and I love it. I can think more about that later, back to the matter at hand.
"But Clare, you know what they say about having multiple sex partners. What about a friend with benefits?"
"I've thought about starting a friends with benefits situation, but I just can't seem to find the right guy for that," she says. "Some of them are too aggressive or too vanilla. Most of the guys I've met aren't even that good. The guy from last week was good, but he was too eager and it was over too quickly. And what the hell didn't he stick around for, you know? What's the rush? We could've done that all over again. No girl wants it to be over in 10 minutes." She goes back for another bite of food.
I just sit there, absorbing the information. She is being so open with me about her sex life and sexual preferences.
Clarice continues. "Besides, I'm on the pill and I get checked for STDs quarterly," she says reassuringly. That is genuinely good information to know. I do feel reassured. "And it's not like I'm picking up total strangers. I get a lot of recommendations from my friends."
So, Clarice and her friends are just sharing guys, huh? I can't lie, that is really hot.
I'm about to go for another bite of food when Clarice adds matter-of-factly, "Anyways, you know how it is if you go too long without sex." She looks down at her plate and continues eating, expecting I know what she means.
"I know how it is all too well," I respond, going in for my food as well. I am trying to sound ambiguous, but my word choice and expression gives me away.
"Wait!" Clarice eyes me. Her eyes move over my face. Then, she looks shocked. "Really?? No way!" Clarice says wide-eyed. She figured it out. "I was the first girl you saw naked?!"
Oh, I guess there's that too. Technically, this should be an awkward revelation for the both of us, but who are we kidding?
"That is what that means, yes," I say, blushing, avoiding eye contact.
"Oh, shit, Jake. I didn't know that! Damn," she stares at the table pensively for a moment. I look down at my food. "Here I am, telling you it's time to act like an adult in this apartment, and you haven't even had the most fundamental adult experience yet," she huffs. She looks at me, puts her hands in her lap, and leans forward. "Do you want to feel my boobs?" she asks. She sounds reluctant.
"What?" I ask with shock, looking up. My cock responds to her words, and her eyes. They're piercing me. I can't quite place her expression. Almost like a silent pleading, asking, maybe even begging. The situation makes me anxious, but her expression makes me eager.
"Well, who would I be to parade around the apartment naked and not let you touch the first pair of tits you've seen in person? I don't think that's very fair. That must have been tormenting you all this time."
I look at her chest, "Yeah, uh," I gaze in her eyes, "but you're my sister," I say sheepishly. I can feel my heart pounding. I would like to touch her tits very much indeed, but I can't let her know that explicitly. "Wouldn't that be weird?"
"You literally licked my tits, like, two weeks ago."
"You told me to!"
"Hey, tits are tits, sister or not," she shrugs. "I'm sure the little guy in your pants can't tell the difference."
Oh, he can tell. In fact, he has a preference.
I hesitate on a response. I just blankly stare at the table between us.
"Plus, I didn't go out this past weekend because I have three exams this week that I need to focus on. I could really go for a nice, relaxing tit massage," she explains. "So, it'll be just as good for me as it will be for you," she says playfully.
I stare at her clothed chest silently for a moment, asking myself if this is really happening.
"It's a real offer, Jake." It's like she can read my mind. "It's the least I can do. What do you say?" To increase her persuasiveness, Clarice straightens her arms and brings her elbows together to make her chest really pop under her light sweater.
Letting her brother feel her up because she's been "tormenting" him for weeks with her sexy, naked form is the least she can do? What kind of world am I living in?
I take a deep breath, and let it out. "Sure. Okay. Let's do it."
"What's that? I didn't hear you."
Does she want me to be more confident with this? I was pretty sure I was loud enough the first time. "Yeah, let's do it," I say, more loudly and with more confidence.
"Hmm, not quite the answer I am looking for," she shakes her head and returns to a resting face, looking at me.
I hit back with, "Yes, thank you, that would be very awesome..." I don't sense a change in her expression. "...ma'am?" I add, quizzically.
"No!" She laughs at me. "Try saying, 'you would like to feel my tits.'"
Does she know how much I quietly lust for her? Is this her way of forcing my admission? No way. She wouldn't go for that. For her, this is about a boy becoming a man, feeling the first pair of tits he's seen in person, sister or not.
I put my hands in my lap and lean forward slightly, mirroring her. "Yes, I would like to feel your tits, Clarice." I say it calmly, confidently, honestly, while looking deep into her eyes.
She gestures for me to hold her hands on the table. I do so. She smiles warmly at me and says, "Okay. Put our plates in the sink and meet me on the couch."
Feeling my sister's tits:
We stand up together. As I grab the plates and start walking to the kitchen sink, Clarice pulls her sweater over her head to reveal her bra and starts walking to the sofa. When I turn around again, she is on the other side of the sofa, topless, thumbs hooked into the waist of her sweat pants. As I walk over, she removes the pants and her panties in one motion, then sits down.
The offer was to only let me feel her breasts, right? I don't know what removing her pants is for but I won't be complaining.
Clarice notices the confusion on my face as I sit down on her right. "Oh, my pants?" She shrugs. "I just feel more comfortable like this." Sounds about right.
We're each turned to face each other, inner knees almost touching. Clarice is sitting up straight, so I mirror her. She gives me a polite smile and says, in a quiet voice, "Are you ready?"
As ready as I'll ever be. I am on the verge of having an experience I only dreamed of, and my sister is not only a willing participant, she's the instigator. I am quite nervous, but I want this so badly. I think my sister can sense my conflict. I am silent. My eyes dart between her magnificent breasts and her beautiful eyes. My hands remain on my knees.
She calmly puts her right hand on my left hand. I close my eyes and exhale a breath I didn't realize I was holding. My body betrays my desperate act of confidence. "Here, sit over in the recliner," she says and gets up from the sofa, holding out her hand to help me up.
I do as she says. I sink into the seat. Once I'm comfortable, she turns around and sits down on my lap. What a great ass. She leans over to the right to grab the lever. "Ready?" She pulls the lever and leans back. I can feel her weight against me and the warmth from her naked, flawless body. We stop reclining at about 45 degrees. She gets comfortable on top of me. Her back rests on my chest and her head rests on my left shoulder. Her legs straddle my thighs. She turns her head towards me, circles her right arm around and gently holds the back of my head. I turn to face her. Her gaze moves over my lips, up to my eyes, inches away. "Feel them," she demands with a seductive breath.
I look down. I can see past her shoulder, to the full mounds of her tits, across her smooth stomach, then down to her thighs and the smooth mound of her pubic bone in the middle. My hands start on the armrests. I bring them in to lightly hold her waist. My adrenaline surges. I watch my hands gently trail my fingers upwards and inwards. Clarice hasn't stopped looking up at me. Can she feel how fast my heart is beating? My forefingers and thumbs, spread wide, reach the underside of each boob. Now that I'm right here, I don't hold back. I grab the underside of each breast and lift them. I inhale sharply. As I lift, my hands glide upwards until I am palming as much of her tits in my hands as I can and I squeeze. I exhale slowly.
