Extending the MILF List Ch. 02

"Ditz." I said.

"Do, uh, do you mind?"

For a moment I stared at her. She was fully nude, her breasts standing tall, seeming to sway like flowers in a breeze. Her hips bobbed back and forth, which should have clued me in that she was nervous but I was so utterly unhinged, that never occurred to me till much later. I searched desperately for the right answer and got nothing. "No." I said. "I don't mind." How my throat could go so dry in a wet shower I do not know but it did. I was croaking like a frog. I turned slowly back to her till I faced her across that incredible distance, not quite an arm's length.

Oh, and my cock was still hard, but happier now.

Tawny, my sister, stepped into the shower with me. She pulled the door closed behind her and moved under the water. She turned her head away, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyes squinting in the spray. She faced me and she faced the water. She shivered. "Cold." She said.

I pulled her into my embrace, folding my arms around her. She pressed close with little steps, gently bending my cock up between us. Once Mr. Happy was situated, she molded her nude body against me, her arms still crossed over her chest, knobby against mine. I wanted to feel her breasts but she put her head against my shoulder and went still.

The silence about killed me because all the sensations of skin on skin I retained from eating Dee Dee flooded through my nervous system. My arms were braced across Tawny's shoulder blades. That simple sensation wove together with the memory of D. Debra Hamilton's thigh's in my hands and later, squeezed against my ears. I wanted to do more but my senses were overpowered by the feel of her naked body resting against me, the heat of her breath pooling against my chest.

Between us, my cock remained very, very hard.

Tawny, my sister, looked up at me. Her hair was wet, gone dark with the falling water, her eyes were equally dark in the gloom—I had left the overhead light off because it hurt my eyes, like I had a hangover. I guess maybe I did, a pussy hangover. "Is this alright?" She said in a very small voice.

It sounded like a question. It was a question but I wanted it to be a statement. I was going to look into her eyes and see what I could see but instead I found myself focused completely on her parted lips. When I bent to kiss her, she closed her eyes and bent her head back, receiving my lips on her like a sort of communion, a reverence between us that made us both shiver. We were absolutely not cold, not cold. But quivering.

My cock was still hard.

Slowly, deliberately, she unfolded her arms from between us, after the light, sisterly kiss ended. She leaned back and removed her arms from her chest, showing me her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect. She placed her hands on my sides, gently, liked she was going to brush the dust off a lily. Water beaded and ran over her perfect skin in rivulets, streaking it and scoring it. She placed her hands at my waist, my bare waist.

"Sonny." She said.

"Tawny." I returned.

"Yes, Sonny?" She smiled. Somehow she knew the magic words. "Yes, Sonny." She pulled me against her body, pressing us together once more and there it was, my cock caught in her belly button and bent, painfully I might add. When her hand touched it, at first only to nudge me higher, then she gripped me, taking me in her delicate grasp, I thought my head would explode. "Yes, Sonny." She said again.

When I kissed her, her hand tightened on my cock while her body surged against me, crashing gently like a dropping slide of snow off a barn roof, silently enveloping me, my body, my senses and my broken heart. My arms unlocked and my hands smoothed down her lithe back to her pert little ass and took each cheek in my hand. I sought her mouth with mine and there was nothing sisterly about the ensuing kiss. Her lips massaged mine, her mouth opened and her tongue sought mine. I sought hers and touching, they coursed electricity through my body. My mind went mercifully blank. Her kiss in the shower was full of the liquid lust that I loved, roaring between us as we sought to touch with our tongues what words can never describe. I kissed her, gripping her ass with my hands while she writhed against me, shifting her hard nipples back and forth across my chest while the water fell and she moaned and cooed softly into my mouth.

She broke away and I released her. She stepped back from me, her hands at her sides, my cock bobbing gently between us, like the bowsprit of a great man o' war. The hand that had lately gripped me opened and closed at her side, flexing with longing to feel my length and girth once more. Instead, she got carefully to her knees. When she stood on those beautiful knees, gazing up at my face through the indirect spray of the shower on my back, she reached up to grip my cock with both hands, her eyes shifted down and she looked cross-eyed for a moment when both eyes fixed on the large crown of my cock.

She kissed it and I felt it as an explosion of pleasure that suffused my body, making me shiver and quake. She kissed it again. Her tongue appeared and very slowly she ran the pad of it around the bottom side of the head of my cock, then the underside over the spongy top, tasting me for the first, er, second time. Her lips kissed the end, forming along the arrowed slope and then slushing forward till they enveloped the head of my cock. My sister snorted, growling in her throat as her lips slicked down my cock. She arched her back and tilted her head back, looking up into the spray of the shower, now mostly shielded by my back. Squinting, she sought my eyes. I put out one hand and petted her wet hair, down to her cheek. She closed her eyes and pressed her head forward.

I watched with erotic fascination as my cock disappeared into her mouth. She did not halt when the end bumped against the back of her throat. She gagged for a moment when the helmet went deeper. She backed up, slurping along the shaft and then immediately reversed direction and sucked my whole cock into her mouth. Past her full lips, along the pad of her tongue and into the tight confines of her pulsing throat, my cock descended for the first time (while I was paying full attention) into my sister's mouth.

"Oh my great granddad's guts." I muttered. For some reason, I did not think it right to swear while my sister was sucking my cock. It just did not seem right.

Tawny pulled back off my cock till only her lips caressed the head, then down again, ever so slowly. Her tongue lashed me like the sweepers in front of a curling stone, actively stimulating my cock till it once more lodged in her throat. Then she sucked, putting unbelievable pressure on my cock till her lips broke the seal and she squelched in the splattering silence.

I moaned to follow the sound with approval rather than leave it out there like an ill note in the midst of a Rachmaninoff symphony. She pulled back and sucked me deep into her throat again. She had one hand, finger and thumb, holding the base of my cock. When she lodged it deep once more, she released it, gripping both of my thighs with her little hands. She had settled back on her heels but now she rose up, changing the angle of incidence of cock and lips. Her hands gripped my ass and she pulled me against her, forcing my cock hard and deep into her mouth. Then her lips and mouth and throat all seemed to begin to move, massaging and stroking me all at once.

My orgasm arrived like Thor's hammer, thundering through me. Tawny's hands tightened on my ass, squeezing harder and harder as each succeeding flow of sperm spurted down her throat. She grunted and, high on her knees, sucked harder.

"Oh, oh god yes!" I nearly shouted. For days I had been teased and tossed aside by D. Debra Hamilton. I had avoided giving myself release because, well, I don't know why exactly and now, finally, I was getting this luscious release. "Oh Tawny, suck me, suck me!" I growled.

She did.

My orgasm outlasted my verbal ability. Tawny sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed till I was well past caring, not daring to move lest I topple like a tree, cut on all sides to a point and balancing there till some unlucky bird lands on a limb and unbalances it; I stood still, feeling the awkward afterglow of orgasm weakening and unbalancing me.

My cock remained hard.

Tawny slurped off of my cock, regarded my glistening instrument for a moment then pulled herself to her feet, climbing up my naked body till she presented herself to me, nude and waiting. She tilted back her face, caught some spray and rinsed and spat, rinsed and spat. "You taste a little funky, Sonny. Old. Like you have been backed up."

I nodded, shocked at her expression of such expertise. "No surprise. I think I can find some fresh for you now." I had a moment of wonder that my dear sister would have a palate so sensitive to cum.

She smiled, a hand finding my cock. She held onto it like she was shaking the Queen's hand. "Wash me. I'll wash you."

I wanted a longer term plan but, unable to articulate either the request or a plan of my own, I did as she asked. I turned her and she pressed the firm cheeks of her ass against my thighs and my cock against her lower back. I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples.

"Oh Sonny, Oh my god, Sonny, you have to, you must, you must promise me! You have to fuck me! Please say it? Say you will fuck me!" Tawny's voice sounded like she was possessed. It was weird hearing her talk that way facing away from me, her hands clinging to my bare thighs, holding our nude bodies together.

I bent to the side, kissed along the ridge of her back to her neck. She bent her head, exposing her neck in the subservient way women have when they want something. I kissed up her neck to her ear which I tickled mercilessly while she writhed in my grip and giggled. I had an arm around her, just under her breasts and the other I used to turn her head aside while I tongued her ear. When I finally relented, I felt her lips kissing the palm of my hand. I nearly backed her against the wall and pounded her right then. Just that simple little action, that simple pleasure of the tip of her tongue against my palm nearly unhinged me.

My cock was still hard.

Where the MILFs were aggressively sexually, my sister was quietly sensual, though insistent, but gently, careful, cautious and questing for the subtlest of sensations that would indelibly mark my memory. "I will fuck you, sister of mine." I said softly into her ear. I released her head and she turned to kiss me. I pecked her on the cheek and with one hand lathered her up and rinsed her off, never releasing her. I maneuvered her around the shower like a puppet, lifting her a time or two just to show her I could. Her weight supported just by my arm across her lower ribs took her breath away.

I turned her around to face me. She put her arms around my neck. A satisfied smile on her lips, her eyes were dreamy and brown. I soaped up her back and ass. She watched me, closing her eyes from time to time, particularly when the ends of my fingers fit between her ass cheeks and tickled her pussy lips. She grunted and arched her back at one point, hanging from my neck while bowing her head against my chest. I found her little flower open and I pressed a finger into her. She was tight, clinched against me but slick and welcoming.

"I am going to fuck you till you scream."

"Oh god, Sonny, don't let me. I will but you have to stop me. I do not want Georgia and Dalia finding us like that. I..." She trailed off.

The world flooded back over me and I felt D. Debra's body bare again in my hands. I thought about my other two sisters and saw no way to that future that was not fraught with danger and difficulty. I decided right then to do what needed doing at the moment and worry about the consequences later. I relaxed, well, all but my cock which understood his role in this plan, or non-plan if you like. It was time to take my sister, just like she wanted. My other sisters would be later. Somehow.

I kissed Tawny on the mouth, a tender, gentle kiss. "We'll worry about them later, after we are too tired to do anything but think." I mumbled, putting these petty difficulties aside—too much pussy in the house with an in-love, pussy starved man; sounds fraught with danger and delight when I say it like that.

"Oh Sonny!" She chirped and pulled me into another mind-numbing kiss. She lifted one leg and hooked it behind my thigh and I thought she was going to crawl up my body and impale herself on my cock. Something devoutly to be wished. I broke the kiss and knelt before her. Eye to eye with her pursed pussy, I washed her legs and then up between her legs like a eunuch preparing the princess for her yearly poke. I rinsed and repeated then rinsed and rinsed. I backed her against the wall and licked up her furrow, tasting for residual soap. She tasted quite fresh. Different from the plush richness of D. Debra Hamilton. The comparison sizzled in my head for a moment then slithered away. The whole night was merging and I had the vague feeling something profound was happening. I mean, besides being about to insert my very (still) hard cock into my very own sister for the first time, well, into her pussy anyway. This sister.

"Oh Sonny!" She sighed, pulling me out of my idiotic cunning linguistic spiral. When I found and kissed her protruding clitoris, she grunted and her hips pulsed against me. I entered her pussy with my tongue. She encouraged me by cocking her hips up to receive my mouth and tongue. I parted her lips and tried to penetrate my sister with my tongue but she was too tight.

I was amazed and suddenly I wanted to eat her, taste her, make her scream. I turned off the water.

She stared down at me and then up at me as I stood beside her, not touching her. "Dry off. It's time." I said. "I have kept you waiting long enough."

I think I must have blinked because she was gone so fast I never even sensed that she was moving her feet. It was like she just twitched from the shower to Mom's bed. I found her crawling onto the bed, nude, when I emerged from the shower still dripping. I toweled off and walked into the bedroom, turning out the bathroom light. That left only the small lamp on the other side of the bed which Tawny had covered with a blue scarf she got from among Mom's things. She looked over at me, planted her feet flat on the bed and lifted her hips a few times, fucking the fresh air around her. Her head turned so her eyes could find me. Her hips rose and she grinned at me.

At the side of the bed, I gripped her by one calf and turned her on the bed, getting to my knees on the floor as I did so.

"Oh no, Sonny, no. If, if you do that, I'll surely scream. I'll scare off Santa Claus!"

"That's tomorrow." I said wryly as I pushed her legs open. "It's after midnight, so yeah, tomorrow night." It was officially, technically December 23.

"The echos, then, ohhhhhh." She sighed as I kissed up one smooth thigh and down the other. Unlike the white skin of my other sisters, Tawny's was bronze.

My cock was still hard.

My sister lifted her legs and tried to perch on the edge of the bed but I had pulled her ass to the edge and beyond. Clearly she wanted to be able to push her pussy up at me while I ate her. I pressed my tongue past her bulging lips and found that tight twist inside of her. I sucked and wiggled my tongue around inside of her but still she remained clinched, tight as a midget's condom on a horse cock. Deterred, I moved to her clit. Tawny, it turns out, has an outsized clit. It was easy to find; I just licked up her slit till I felt the hard nub. When I did find it Tawny squealed just like she'd been scalded. When I sucked on it she thrashed. I tilted my head and looked up her nude body to find her completely twisted over, her face buried in the bedspread, her hands clinched in it and holding on for dear life while her hips bucked and shook under my mouth.

My sister is flexible!

Holy shit is she flexible! She held that pose for five minutes till finally she lost control. I found just the right amount of pressure and applied it intermittently. When I did, Tawny pulsed, her whole body clinching and writhing. When I relented, she'd lift her head, panting, trying to talk. In the middle of whatever garbled sentence she was gurgling, I'd return to the scene and lick or kiss or suck on her clit again. She'd gurgle and slam her face back into the bed. I got into a mode where I just wanted to see how long I could keep her balanced on the edge of delicious destruction when she finally just sat up and glared down at me.

"For Christ's sake, Sonny, fuck me, already!"

There, there was some of the family fire the rest of us exhibited but which Tawny kept carefully under control.

"No." I said calmly.

Somewhere between the confessional in front of the TV and the blowjob in the shower, I had determined I was going to control my sisters as honorary MILFs. They weren't "mothers" so MILF was hardly accurate but it makes no sense to get technical, at least not to me since I am not OCD. My sister's deserved a good dose of Sonny. I could not make them airtight but I could give them the best darn sex they ever got from a brother. This teasing with Tawny was part of that. I wanted her to want it more than life itself and when I entered her, I wanted her to be ready. My brain had switched back on and was in MILF mode again. The urge to consume and conquer my sisters blanketed me but behind it I felt the throb of my lust for D. Debra Hamilton and her words threatened to lash me into limpid despair. Instead, I returned to MILF mode and determined to give my youngest sister the ride of her life. I had to bend her to my will so I could bend all three sisters at the same time. This, this I understood. Nothing thrills me like a woman in the throes of pleasure just before I take her.

My cock was still hard.

I returned to her pussy and she gleeped and twisted back around, falling into the bed, face first. She then grabbed a pillow and sought to suffocate herself, clasping it over her face while I sucked at her clit and licked up and down her pulsing pussy. I wanted her to come and as a bonus, I wanted her to relax enough to let me find her sweet spot.

She lay back, the pillow over her face, screaming and grunting into it, her heels on my back. They dug in as she lifted her ass, pressing herself against my face as I once more sought to penetrate to her core with my tongue. Her leverage was much better that way and I felt the benefit of it on my back and my face. She gained enough control that she could grind her pussy against my mouth. Her hips twirled, making a little circle with her body centered on my tongue. I had been trying to finger her while I tongued her deep but had little effect so I gripped her ass again and that stopped her free lancing. She bucked and then suddenly her pussy unclenched. I could her muffled screaming as my tongue probed past her failed sentries and touched her g-spot. She grunted and then she was gasping above me.

"Son, Son, Sonny, please, no more, please, please mount me. Oh god, I heard Mom say that several times. I never, ugh, never hear, heard it before and, and I want it. Your cock, your cock, your cock! Please, oh please, mount me, Sonny!" Tawny panted and gasped as the words poured out of her. I sank my tongue back into her succulent pussy and she screamed, muffling the sound in the pillow before it reached its crescendo. Her hips flapped and she was bucking, gurgling and hacking around her lack of air, trying to come and cough at the same time. I stood up.

My cock was very, very hard. Still!

She moved the pillow off her face, her eyes wide and shining, watching me like a panther watches a sheep. She was surely about to devour me!