"You were doing a wonderful job of getting me worked up. But now you've got to make it feel like it's inside your pussy, being squeezed by all that throbbing vagina. You've got to hold the shaft and squeeze it all the way down to stretch the part underneath where it joins the head. And you've got to squeeze that part, because that's important. And you've got to rub the head like you have already."
"Is that why my pussy is feeling all squishy and sort of opening and closing like this? Oh Ronnie, I'm sorry. I'm going to cum. I can't help it, and I'm not even touching myself. Can I make you cum now if I masturbate you? Can we cum together?"
"Yes please honey. You let yourself go, and have a lovely cumming. And when you feel like it you can pull me off and watch me ejaculate" And my little sister started to cry out and cum like she was never going to stop, and I took hold of her breasts and played with her nipples to make it more intense for her, and wished my cock was deep inside that orgasming vagina instead of just waiting for her to finish a hand job. All the time Donna was gasping and crying. "I'm cumming I'm cumming oh god it's wonderful Ronnie please don't stop pinching my nipples." She had forgotten about my instructions, but in her delerium she had her fist tightly round my prick and she was frantically jacking me off as if she'd done it all her life. As Donna came down I reached the peak, and began erupting great jets of semen high above my belly. And Donna screamed again, this time with delight at the ejaculation she had created.
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A long time after we had come down, and cleaned up, and talked about it, and lain down together in each others' arms, and explored each others' bodies, I was aware that my gonads were surging again, and Donna's crotch was beginning to press rather urgently and wetly against my thigh. My prick could have slipped into her so easily. And I was sure she wanted it, but suddenly the old taboo hit me. Fuck my sister, and she's only eighteen? Fuck my sister at any time? Our mother would disown me. I couldn't do it. Maybe later? It was a stupid taboo anyway. But I was older than she was, and it was my responsibility. And then Donna clinched it. "I'm sorry Ronnie, I'd love to ask you to fuck me, but I can't. Not yet anyway. Do you mind?" So that settled it and solved the problem.
But then Donna's pussy was pressing harder against my thigh, and she kissed me. "Darling, I played with your cock and gave you an orgasm. Would you do the same for me? Play with my pussy? Please?"
All my self control faded instantly. My hand was at her crotch before she could open her legs. And as I explored the wetness of her vulva she gasped and opened her thighs and rolled on her back. And all she could say was, "Oh Ronnie , is this terribly naughty?" I couldn't answer. As far as I was concerned the very naughtiness of it made it better. So my fingers explored the soft hot mysteries of Donna's pussy while her thighs opened and closed in ecstasy. Her cunt opened for me, and I probed as far inside as I could go. Was I doing this for her, or was I enjoying it as much as she was, I wondered. Here was my beautiful sister in bed with me, begging me to masturbate her. I hoped it was as good fur her as it was for me.
I was so far into it by now that I'd given up thinking about naughtiness or taboos or anything else but giving Donna a good time and getting the best out of it myself. "If you think this is good," I said, "try kneeling over me and sit on my face. You'll love what my tongue can do to you." She took a little persuading, and then getting her in position took a while, but once she felt her clit in my mouth the screaming really began.
That was when there was there was an urgent rapping on the bedroom door, and our mother as calling out, "Are you alright, darling?"
And then she was in the room, and Donna's screams decreased to squeals, and our mother was apologizing for intruding, and I couldn't get donna off my face, and anyway I had no idea how I was to explain. But Mother was talking again. "Donna darling, I wanted to wish you happy birthday but you weren't in your room, and I thought I heard you screaming. But I can see you're having a lovely birthday present, much nicer than I was going to give you. Ronnie, you're a sweet boy to do this for Donna. Was it all your idea? But of course you can't answer me, can you?
Donna may have been embarrassed at being caught like this, but she didn't seem to be making any effort to disassociate her pussy from my face. And then mother was talking again. "Ronnie darling, I had no idea you were so well hung. Of course I haven't seen you without your clothes on since you were a little boy. And you're certainly not a little boy now, are you?' And I felt her doing things to an my rigid rod that I would never have expected my mother to know how to do. And then I remembered that Dad had only been out of town for a week, and she wasn't that old. It was a disappointment when she stopped doing delicious things with my prick, and I prepared for Donna to climb off my face and the explanations to begin. . But then the bed began to heave, and Mother was evidently climbing aboard, and I couldn't think what she intended to do.
I soon found out. A pair of legs embraced my pelvis on both sides, a gentle hand took my knob and guided it into a very wet, very open cunt, and as I felt myself penetrating deeper into a hot vagina my mother's butt settled its weight onto me.
"You don't mind if I join you, do you darlings?"
Donna was speechless, My mouth was part way into Donna's cunt so I wasn't about to object, even if I'd wanted to. And as my mother expertly rode my increasing tumescence my sister resumed her gyrations on my mouth, and I realized I was being fucked at each end simultaneously by the two females I loved most.
I found myself wishing my mother had produced more daughters.
- The end -
