I wonder if anyone in the world has a softer mouth than my sister. When she takes me, that first sensation makes me wish it could last forever. Then the tip of my penis on her palate makes me think I could come that instant, over and over. So the two feelings mingle as her sweet soft mouth works on me, and she glances up and smiles.
Since we became lovers Sarah and I developed a number of little rituals. When she comes into my room in the early morning she stands by the door to drop her nightie, so that I get a full view of her body from the beginning, then she does a ballet twirl so I can see how her bum and sweet young breasts flow and move. Of course I'm almost always awake and waiting for her, but if I'm not, she lowers her vagina onto my face and makes me as wet as she is. Sometimes I even pretend to be asleep, to get that, and she knows.
It's not so often we can get the house alone for long enough to go to bed properly, and use condoms, so much of our daily play is oral sex. At night I go into her room to "help her with her homework," as we started to call it, and we turn some music up, and this covers my eating her out. She is delicious; I love putting my tongue in as far as I can and swirling it round for her juices.
We're careful not to do anything that we can't stop pretty quickly, but at some point she has to have her orgasm: I part her pretty pubic hair and concentrate my sucking on her clitoris, wiggling my fingers in her pussy, or sometimes up her anus.
Sarah and I like kissing. A lot of the time we just like to kiss, and that's all we're doing in her room. She can taste herself all over my face. Often I can taste my semen, if instead of her swallowing it we shared it in a kiss, trying to keep it between us as long as we can. One day, soon I hope, I'll know what it's like to lick my semen out of her vagina. I'm tired of condoms, we both are, and it's no worse if our parents discovered the Pill instead of either of us having condoms. It's not like they'd leap to conclusions about the two of us.
Perhaps they think we're both gay. Neither of us has other partners, that they know about. Sarah's very thick with her pretty, dreamy friend Laura. I tease her with my fantasies of seeing them do it together, and she just smiles at me and tells me she prefers doing it with me, or she doesn't do it with Laura. Something erotic clutches my viscera when I hear this, as she doesn't say she wouldn't or couldn't, so I wonder. Just thinking about her with another girl gets me excited, and Laura's someone I want to see naked, very much.
One of my favourite things with Sarah is just licking her anus, and up and down her crack, nuzzling and kissing, coming back to stick my tongue in what little I can. She lies there hips up, cheeks spread, nightie ready to be pulled down if we're disturbed, and I exercise my oral and wetness fetish by making her as slick as I can in that lovely place, with its heady wet flesh smell.
"Laura's got a nice bottom, you'd like hers," Sarah said one day.
