[This is the last installment of the first part of the story of me and my sister Jenny. I'm taking a break but I'll be back with more.]
We went to the bathroom. Me with an achingly erect cock waving around, Jenny with my saliva and her cunt juices smeared over her thighs. Our parents had liked the idea of a spa but could not afford one so they had compromised with the biggest vintage cast-iron bathtub they could find. Think of an old Western movie and you'll know the sort. Two adults could fit with a lot of body contact - obviously that wasn't an issue for us. Or, rather, it was the whole point for us.
We turned the taps on and water thundered into the bath. It was getting on for late spring, so we knew the reservoirs were full and we didn't feel too guilty about using so much water. Jenny added bubble bath and there was soon a thick layer of foam. Jenny opened her 'bathroom box', as well as her tampons it held cosmetics and various lotions and potions. She took a wrapped bath bomb and placed it on the floor in easy reach.
I wanted some arse action. That is I wanted Jenny to play with my arse, so I got something ready too.
I never understood why, but in some Penthouse issues from the 80s, they had lots of letters about masturbation techniques. I read one about a guy on his knees sitting down on top of a lubricated candle and working it up his arse.
I didn't have a candle but I would smear lip balm around my arsehole and slowly work the handle of my hairbrush up my arse. The handy hint that I should use some sort of lube had opened up a world of pleasure as previous attempts were painful. Then I had discovered the tub of ointment base kept in the bathroom as a treatment for eczema and used that frequently. I placed the tub beside the bath.
Jenny looked at it and after a second I could see she understood. She nodded and said, 'OK, good idea.'
We faced each other. I started to turn to get in but Jenny reached out her left hand to my right shoulder and gently turned me back to face her. She used her right hand to lift my left arm and placed my hand on her shoulder.
I got the idea and then we stood with our hands on each other's shoulders. Then Jenny put her hands on my cheeks and pulled my head forward and began to kiss me. I kissed her back and found her running her hands down my back and pulling my body in to make contact with her. My cock was pressed tightly against her belly and I felt her rub herself against it.
'I love you Ian. What we are doing feels so, so right. I love that my brother was the first one to lick my cunt. It was really amazing and I hope two things. One, I want to whatever you need to make you just as happy.' I guessed what two was but I waited while she paused to squeeze her hand between our bellies. Her hand rubbed past my cock and slid between her legs.
'And two', she withdrew her hand from between us and slipped her fingers into my mouth where I tasted the now familiar tang of her cunt juices, 'I really need you to say you liked doing that to me and want to do it again.'
I had matured over the last few months - the time we had been fooling around. I could read the subtext of part one. Obviously the way for Jenny to repay my licking her cunt was for her to suck my cock. The fact that she was not suggesting it told me that she didn't really want to but probably would if I insisted, or even asked nicely.
Lucky for Jenny then, that I had really liked licking her cunt and I was not focussed on getting my cock sucked. A faintly cynical part of me muttered that if I didn't make a big deal then I had a good chance to create a feeling of obligation and maybe she would put out for me in some even more exciting way to compensate.
Having done this Machiavellian accounting, I sucked her fingers greedily and got to my knees and pressed my face into her pubes. I inhaled deeply, kissed them and said humbly. 'Jenny, I love that my sister let me be the first to lick her cunt. I loved doing it and I want to do it as often as you will let me.'
I continued, 'Don't feel you have to do anything you don't like for me. Sure, I'd like you to suck my cock and all that, but you know, licking your cunt is so much fun that I would be happy just to do that.'
I could see Jenny was grateful. I still might get my cock sucked by my sister but I was sure I'd gain more in the long run by not making a big deal about it now.
She pulled me to my feet, wrapped her arms around my chest, and rested her chin on my shoulder for a second. Then we stepped apart and turned to face the bath while holding hands. We each dipped a toe in. It was that perfect too-hot-to-get-straight-into. We stepped fully in and stood facing each other - taking stork like steps with each leg to stop the burning feeling.
That quickly passed and I began to crouch down, eventually easing my bum into the water. Jenny's cunt was now at my face level. She put both hands on either side of her cunt and slowly eased her labia apart and then slowly lowered herself to join me.
She dropped the bath bomb in and with all the bubbles we couldn't actually see much of each other, but we didn't need to. I'd just licked my sister's cunt and I was now sharing a bath with her. She picked up a bar of soap and a washcloth.
'Wash me Ian.'
I did. It's hard to describe the feeling of simply running a bar of soap over my sister's smooth flesh. I realised the big new thing was that I hadn't paid much attention to the rest of her body before. I mean, it felt like only a few minutes since our first kiss. We had wanked each other, I had licked her cunt and had two fingers up her arse. But I hadn't ever explored the rest of her body. So, I ran the soap and the wash cloth over her, trying to memorise all the curves and the shape of the bones under her skin.
She did the same for me. Then as the water cooled, I began to think of the anal play I was so keen for. But then Jenny said something that swept it from my mind.
'OK Ian. I need to pee. Want to watch?'
She knew this was my biggest kink and it was all I could do to even nod.
