I wanted to give a big thanks to all the readers who have given me support and productive criticism through the first 4 parts of this tale of Peter and Dottie (looking at you Comentarista82 and honybipola!). All the feedback, positive and otherwise, has hopefully produced a story that is fun to read. I'm really thankful that so many of you understand this is not just a story of a brother and sister boinking but a love story, the aspect that is most important to me. I really want readers to finish reading and think, "Holy crap, that's love."
Disclaimer
: As always, anyone involved in sexual situations is 18 or older.
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Dottie and I were afforded about four hours of sleep when my phone alarm alerted us that we may want to consider possibly thinking about the prospect of potentially getting out of bed. Maybe. If it wasn't too much trouble. I pushed the snooze button and lay there, basking in the wonder that was the love of the beautiful creature sharing my bed. She was still cuddled up with me, her head lying on my chest, snoring softly and drooling. It was actually a pretty funny sight but, my god, she was gorgeous.
We had really tested the engineering and structure of my bed last night. It was the most physically and emotionally fulfilling night of my life. I was happy to find out that Dottie was very orgasmic and that apparently she could speak in Tongues. That's what it sounded like anyway. Despite my pledge from earlier in the day, we did not have sex in every room in the house plus the backyard; we never made it out of my room. We simply couldn't be bothered to move. Next time, maybe.
When we could go no further, completely spent and exhausted, we passed out in a big, sweaty heap. I actually woke up an hour later to find my soft dick in Dottie's mouth, although she was snoozing away. She was proving, from a small sample size, to be insatiable. I wasn't sure I'd be able to keep up but it was going to be fun trying.
It was good that I woke up that first time anyway, not just to pee, but I remembered that we had left the front door open. I ran downstairs to find the door wide open, the foyer covered in water. That was a problem to face in the morning.
Dottie startled me out of my reverie. "Your bed is really gross right now."
I chuckled, replying, "I know. I'll change the sheets later."
She shifted slightly and wiped my blanket across my chest. "Ew. Sorry. I drooled on you." She giggled softly. "You're beds a mess. You're a mess. I'm a mess. Is it like this every time?"
"No, I think tonight was exceptional. But you are very inspiring."
"I don't know what's come over me." She began lightly running her fingers across my chest. "I know I've been horny for a long time but I had no idea sex would be this awesome! Mollie never made it sound like this!" She paused. "Would you believe, even after the crazy sex we had last night that I actually dreamed about giving you a blowjob? I think I may be a nympho."
"Actually," I replied, "that wasn't a dream. I woke up for a minute and my dick was in your mouth."
She laughed. "Oh my god, I'm knob-gobblin' in my sleep! What have you done to me, Peter?"
"Well, I can tell you it's not nearly as much as I'd like to."
Dottie raised herself up on her elbows and kissed me, then looked away. "Sorry, morning breath." She pecked me again and lay back down and cuddled close.
We stayed there on my bed for awhile and just enjoyed each other's company. After a moment my alarm went off and I pushed snooze again.
Dottie reached down and began rubbing me on my stomach, legs, hips and chest, everywhere but on my cock. Just lightly and lovingly caressing and exploring. "Peter?" she said quietly.
"Hmm?" I was feeling pretty euphoric.
"Am I your girlfriend?"
I was very startled by that question. "Girlfriend?"
She stopped caressing me and brought her hand back to my chest. "I know, I'm your sister. But that doesn't seem adequate. I love you so much more than a sister can. I also know that I can't just go out and say, 'Hey, have you met my boyfriend-brother, Peter?'." She grew quiet. "I wish."
"You are my sister and you are my lover. I can't believe I can love someone as much as I love you."
"But I want to be your girlfriend. At least inside this house." She pulled herself up again and pierced me with her amazing gray eyes. "Can't I be both?"
I met her look and dropped into character. "Dottie, I think you're really pretty and nice. You also are really smart and a snazzy dresser." I was really laying it on thick. "So... I was wondering... Would you be my girlfriend?"
She caught on quickly, as she always did. "Gosh, Peter, I don't know." She was chewing on her bottom lip, a habit of hers that drove me wild. "Mollie really likes you and I don't want to make her mad. She is my friend, you know."
"Well, gee, Dottie. Can't we just do what we want and not worry about her this one time? I think you like me, too, don't you, Dottie?"
She put her finger to her chin, feigning deep thought. "Well, golly, Peter, I don't know..." Then she turned to me and smiled. "I guess I like you a little bit. Okay, I'll be your girlfriend." She kissed me chastely on the cheek. "Now, then. How about a blowjob?"
I groaned. "Yes. No. Both."
She laughed and lay back down. "You know, you cum like a porn star."
"Yeah? And how much porn has my sweet, naïve sister watched?"
"Well, just that stuff Mollie showed me. That was gross. They were like fire hoses opened up. So maybe not like a porn star. But you sure filled me up. Twice. Plus in my mouth and on that pillow that I threw off the side." She glanced over the bed. "You might want to get that in the wash, too."
"Your mouth and the pillow were the same time. Still, that was my first time going three times. So that's pretty good."
"Won't be the last. Tonight we're trying for four."
"Oh, god, Dottie, you're going to kill me."
