Big Sky Ch. 02

The taste of my sister's juices seemed to infect me with her madness. I became crazed with animal lust.

However, before I bent to kiss her (like an animal), I did take a moment to unbutton my shirt. It was soaked, from running through the rain, and was clinging to my skin in a way that I did not find pleasurable. So I took it off and wadded it and flung it wildly, the way my sister had done with her clothes. It splatted against the gray and peeling wallpaper, dislodging a dusty portrait of a man and woman in old-fashioned clothes, which had been left hanging in that abandoned farmhouse for God knows how many years. Now it lay on the floor, propped against the wall, the old farm couple staring up at us with stern and judgmental expressions. Maggie and I considered them curiously for a moment. Then we shrugged. We had more urgent concerns.

We turned to face one another. I wrapped my arms around my sister's naked body, placing my hands lightly upon her waist. Her skin was wet and cool to the touch. I felt some trepidation, but my excitement was greater. We looked each other deeply in the eyes. She gave me a welcoming smile. And then, I bent and kissed her, on her mouth, like an animal.

It felt like something exploded in my brain (or maybe it was the thunder and lightning outside; I couldn't much tell much difference). All I could think was: Holy shit, this is incest! I was kissing Maggie, my sister, my twin, my equal, my favorite human in the world—and now, my lover. I knew so much about her already, but I'd never known this, the way she tasted, the way her naked skin felt pressed against mine. A whole new universe of Maggie to explore. It was the most amazing thing.

I buried my tongue deep in her face. She let out a little mew, and I felt her muscles go limp—so limp that I was actually supporting most of her weight. I tightened my grip, clutching her smooth wet skin. Slowly, I let my hands slide down over the rounded hillocks of her ass, each cheek a perfect handful for me to squeeze.

Though we were twins, Maggie and I weren't the same size. I was tall, somewhat heavily muscled. She was small—a feather, a leaf. Tired of stooping to kiss her, I grasped her slender thighs and hefted her up to my level. Squealing with surprise, she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist—so tight I could have let go and she wouldn't have fallen. But I didn't let go. I liked where my hands were, cradling her hot little ass, the tips of my middle fingers dipping slightly into her crack, my pinkies brushing up against her moist bush.

I could have held her like that for hours. Maybe I did. Time lost all meaning. All I knew was the swirl of my sister's tongue, the warmth of her breath on my face, the flash and rumble of the lightning and thunder, and the endless hypnotic thrum of the rain beating down on that lonely old farmhouse.

Maggie's kisses grew more fervent. She became the aggressor, penetrating me roughly with her tongue, biting my lips. She stopped kissing my mouth for a moment to devour my face, licking and sucking sloppily from my forehead to my chin. My face was soon dripping with her warm saliva.

"You taste salty," she said.

She slurped into one of my ears, and it gave me such a shivery sensation that my entire body convulsed. I nearly dropped her.

Readjusting my grip on her ass, my fingers slid up deeper into her crack. The slippery warmth excited me, as did the sense of taboo. I was approaching my sister's anus. A place I was never supposed to be. This was so, so wrong! But I desperately wanted to touch it.

I wasn't sure how she'd react, though. Kissing was one thing. It was perverted and wrong, but it was still only kissing. It was Level 1 incest. The fact that she was naked probably made it Level 5. But how would she react if I touched the most private part of her body? Surely that would rocket things up to Level 8 or 9—just shy of actually fucking. Would she be shocked and offended? Cautiously, slowly, I nudged my finger that last little bit, trying not to be too obvious about it, until I sensed my fingertip was hovering just above her hole.

Maggie's breathing grew rough, raspy, in my ear. "Do it," she hissed.

Gently, I eased my fingertip forward, till it was resting lightly against her tight rubbery hole. My sister gasped. She bit my earlobe. She bit my chin.

"Put it inside me," she ordered.

I pressed a little harder against her pucker, but not enough to break the seal. I thought it was best to let her do the work, to take me at her own pace. She began to wriggle her hips. Her asshole parted, the taut ring of muscle gripping my fingertip snugly. I was inside my sister now, one knuckle, two knuckles deep, and then my whole finger.

"Oh, God," she gasped. She was grinding her pelvis against me, her wet bush rasping against my bare belly, her erect nipple poking sharply into my chest. I began to slide my finger in and out. She sucked and slurped on my cheek, sloppy streams of her saliva running down along my chin.

"Why are you still wearing pants?" she demanded, suddenly.

Hastily, I reached for my fly with the hand that wasn't in my sister's butt. Arggh! Button fly! It was awkward work with my left hand, but I managed to get enough of those buttons undone that my pants slid to my ankles. Clumsily, I tugged down my boxers, and my rock-hard cock sprung free, bouncing up to thump against Maggie's furry crotch. Of course I was still wearing my shoes, which was a problem. But I managed to wriggle my feet out of them and step free of pants and shoes and everything, while still holding Maggie tightly and kissing her and finger-fucking her ass. It was quite an athletic maneuver, I thought, proudly.

And so then there we were, Maggie and I, gloriously naked together for the first time since we were little, when Mom would made us take baths together and scrub each other's backs. Just then, I remembered how Maggie had always thought it was hilarious to pee in the tub.

As if reading my thoughts, Maggie announced, "I have to pee some more."

I didn't say anything. Instead, I kissed her on the mouth and continued to hold her tight against me. I felt the trickling warmth at the base of my cock. The trickle turned to a geyser. A hissing hot jet of my sister's piss massaged my cock, splattering against my belly, streaming down my balls, down my legs, and pooled warmly around my feet.

"Wait! Wait! Save some," I urged her. "I want to taste you."

I plucked my finger from Maggie's ass, lowered her to her feet, and knelt in the pool of piss before her heavenly body. I placed my face to her dark muff, opened my mouth, and let her fill me with her salty hot girl-juice. I swallowed a little, but mostly let it fill my mouth and spill out over my lips. It was the most delicious nectar in the world.

After the last spurt, she said, "Lick me clean."

"Yes, my goddess." I buried my face in her sopping crotch, reaching behind her to grasp her divine ass and clutch her to me fiercely. She ground herself against me, rubbing her hairy wet cunt all over my face. I found her slippery slit with my tongue and licked it up and down. Parting her soft plump lips, I probed deep inside her, tasting her holiest of holies. She bucked her hips and moaned, frantically grasping at my hair. She began to grind her clit against my tongue. I held it there for her, gently rippling it up and down, and doing a soft vibrato hum with my vocal chords. I reached a finger up into her, found the rough spot that marked her g-spot, and began to massage it.

I could feel the muscles in her thighs and buttocks tremble. I saw her pink toes curl and clutch at the floor. With my free hand, I rediscovered her anus, and slipped another finger into her, now penetrating both her holes. That was the trigger. Almost instantaneously, her body convulsed, and she made a high-pitched sound like, "Yeeeeeeeeeeee!" A jet of hot liquid blasted me in the face. Only, this time, it wasn't pee. It was thicker and sweeter.

Maggie collapsed to the floor beside me and we sat there holding and nuzzling each other.

"I love you," I said.

After she'd regained her breath, she said, "We're sitting in pee."

Just then, following a stream of pee that was trickling across the floor, our eyes simultaneously drifted over to the portrait of the old farm couple, about to get soaked. From this angle, they seemed to be glaring at us damningly.

"Let's get out of here," I said. I collected my clothes, took my sister by the hand and led her out of the old farmhouse and back onto the open prairie.

The rain was still pouring down heavily, but the wind had stopped howling, and the thunder and lightning had moved off to the distance.

"I've always wanted to fuck in the rain," said Maggie.

As the warm summer rain showered our naked bodies, I laid my sister down in the sodden grass, under that big western sky, and spilled my cum into her.