Daddy, Take Me Ch. 50-53

"I know, sweetie...and I couldn't be happier," and pulled her near-naked body to mine. Her bra-covered breasts rubbed against my smaller ones, as I twiddled with her clasp, the fastening silently 'pinging' and setting her tits free. I leaned back and pulled the straps over her shoulders, teasing myself as much as her. Like her, this was as if I was seeing her for the first time.

"Ohh...my..." I gasped, looking at my sister, proud, smiling and flushed, both of us in that delirious limbo. Sure, we had seen each other naked over the years, but not like this.

I cautiously touched her, not wanting to break this spell we were under. My hands trailed down her body, listlessly following the gentle contours of her young body, as she reacted to every touch, every whisper in her ear and every lick on her lips.

I lifted her firm, generous breasts and kissed them, one at a delicious time. Her hand went to my head and she held me there, lifting one, then the other for me to taste...for the first time. Much more than a proverbial hand-full, I kissed, pecked and licked each, her warmth thrilling me. Mags cooed a low, sultry, "Mmmmm...just...like...that," her fingers in my hair, carelessly stroking me.

"Is this what you need, Maggie? Hmm? Is this what you've been dreaming about? All those nights you pouted 'til I'd let you sleep with me, hmm?" I smiled, and continued my fruitful kisses.

"Every...day," Maggie whispered back. "And every night. I've always wanted...you," she sighed, and rubbed her breasts on me.

I could tell, well, we could both tell, that we were getting a tad too excited, as her hips pressed into mine. Reluctantly, I pulled away from her bosom and kissed her.

My fingers trailed every curve, every feature of her face, her neck and her arms, as I slowly kissed her cleavage, avoiding her orbs. My lips licked her ribs, and then, leaning my head down, pecked her stomach.

"Gaaaaawd...Chloe...God, if I knew your tongue was this good..." she giggled, her body shifting around.

I pulled away and laughed. "Then I'd be in jail, sweetie," and continued my exam.

Playfully, I pushed Maggie onto her back and leaned down, her very wet panties tantalisingly close to my mouth. I wrapped my hands around her covered bum and lifted her wetness to me. I rubbed my nose in her covered womanhood, her scent, simply breathtaking. Maggie's urgent hands held me close, her pelvis thrusting onto my eager face.

"God, Chloe...can you smell me, hmm? Can you feel how wet you make me? she shamelessly sighed, teasing me with an almost practised flair.

"I...sniff...fucking...sniff...love...sniff...your...sniff...cunt," I moaned, Maggie, gasping at my lewdness. I grasped the edges of her sodden panties and unceremoniously pulled them over her hips. Fuck me, I'm really doing this, I thought.

I wished that moment could have lasted a lifetime, my fingers touching her bare arse for the first time since she was a toddler. As I pulled lower, the gusset pulled away from her mushy cunt, her earlier cummy deposit, still clinging to the soft cotton. I quickly pulled them down and she wriggled her bum so I could strip her. I ran my fingers through the clammy seam, as Maggie's eyes were on me. I looked up at her and licked her sap from the spoiled material, her tiny voice moaning. I kept them in my hand, as I leaned in and ran my tongue through her labia, Mag's body wobbling now. I brought my hand around her and caressed her arse, my fingers squeezing and pressing along her girlish crevice.

"Gaaaaawd, Chloe...touch me...uuuuugh...right...right...there," she sighed, her hands once again on the back of my head. She raised herself up and hornily pulled my mouth on her cunt. Her other hand toyed with my choker, as she gracefully lifted her waiting pussy.

I gently bit her damp thigh and smiled to myself. I swatted her bum and knelt back up, her panties still in my hand. I turned them inside out and wiped them across her incredibly soft boobs, Maggie breathing deeply at my coarse act. I threw them down, leaned over and kissed her warm pussy.

"Fuck, Chloe!" she cried out in surprise. "I...I had no idea!" she chuckled.

"Ohhhh, my sweet, sweet Maggie. Just you wait," I smirked, and forcefully kissed her.

I pulled away, smiled and whispered, "And mine? Hmmm?" and laid my hand on her head, laying down so she could strip me of my panties.

"Go on...baby sister. Take 'em off. Slowly!" I hissed.

Tentatively, her fingers touched the edges, my body simmering at her touch. I looked down at her, her long hair cascading over her shoulders.

"Good girl, Mags. You're such a ...good girl, aren't you?" I teased.

"I'll...I'll try to be...for all of you," she breathed.

I could have gushed right there, her exquisite touch and naïveté so fucking endearing. But, in the back of my mind, I knew she was anything but naïve. Young, certainly, but innocent, I thought not! It was only late morning, so I had hours to find out just what my sister had learned, or not, in her forays into sapphic love.

Maggie stripped me of my last vestige of modesty, as I felt my white, cotton panties slip over my sparse arse. She left my high socks on, smirking at me, as she pulled my underwear down. She wiped my dewy panties on my stomach, and stayed between my legs, her eyes and fingers trailing over my nimble body. Her fingers gingerly played with my smoothly bare pussy, her touch as thrilling as any of her past partners would testify to. At least I hoped they would. I was going to make certain she would adore another's woman's body before she left tonight. After all, isn't that what sisters do?

She seemed to be transfixed by my bare vagine, her fingers smoothly running over my mons.

"Should I...do this, too? Would you...like it," she asked, suddenly turning all shy on us.

"Baby. I love your...cunt just the way it is, 'kay? Besides, it tickles me," I giggled.

I absorbed every touch, every kiss and every lick of her delicious tongue, encouraging her with words and my hands.

"Don't stop, Mags. Never stop touching me," I grumbled, my fingers flowing through her soft hair. I spread my legs, waiting for her tongue to lick me, but she never did. Bitch! But lick my thighs, my gentle creases and my mons, she certainly did.

Her mouth moved up my body, her nose nuzzling my mons eliciting a low, throaty groan from her. Her tongue painted my body, kissing and nipping my tummy and my sides, 'til she gently bit my breasts.

My body lurched at the exquisite pain, as I scrunched my fingers in her hair, encouraging her to continue, but I need not have done that. I knew what she wanted and what she needed. Me. Her sister.

I looked down and saw Maisie fondling her now-bare arse, Maggie shifting around and enjoying every tender kiss.

"Ohhh, fuck, Maisie," she groaned, her eyes now on my wife...instead of me! I roughly pulled her head back to my urgent cunt. I lifted my hips and wiped my wet pussy on her face and moaned her name. "Do it, Maggie. God, darling. C'mon...don't fucking tease me," I pleaded. She lifted her head and smiled at me, then slowly lifted herself up. I went to pull her back to my cunt, but she giggled and swatted my hands away.

She grabbed my hands and lifted me to my knees. Her hand was in my hair, gently tugging and pulling my head to the side. Too slowly, she leaned in and bit my neck.

"Fuuuuuc, Maggie," I cried, and gave myself to her.

She let go of my hair too soon, and we locked eyes. Our naked bodies shivered against one another, as we eagerly kissed.

Still looking into her eyes, my finger fell between her open legs. I felt her warmth exuding from her hungry groin. I slipped a finger further, sliding along her wet pussy.

That final, momentous motion sealed my fate. And hers.

Maggie's hand followed mine, her slender fingers swishing through my wettened vulva, as her other easily cupped my mound. Her caresses were so tender, as her thumb expertly brushed over my excited nipples.

"I...I can't believe I'm doing this to you. At fucking last!" she giggled, her fingers calmly playing with me, and her eyes burned into mine.

Our kisses were slow and full of purpose, as our fingers played with each other. I had one arm around her head, cradling her close to me, as I felt her secretions ooze from her blooming pussy.

I squeezed my pelvic muscles, grabbing her fingers and squishing them. Her surprised smile told me she liked that, as her hips cautiously took me.

"I...I...this is...mmmmm, sister-mine," she dreamily sighed, our bodies warm and entangled.

I could feel her clench, the pressure on my fingers unrestrained, verging on frantic. I could feel her body tighten, her stomach clenched and her breathing deeper. I slowed my fingers and pulled them from her depths, and casually made little circles on her vulva. Her frustration was too obvious, her heated moans begging me for her release.

"Please...just a bit...please, Chloe. Ohhhhh, Gaaaaawd...I'm...so...clo—" she whined.

"Shhhhh, Mags. Relax. Let it build, hmm? You're not ready to cum. Not yet, sweetie," I teased, edging and flirting with her with my fingers...and my breath. Youth, eh?

Maggie was in no mood to reciprocate, her curled fingers pushing into me and her thumb grazing my hard, exposed clitty. My vagine flexed and creamed, as her finger massaged my little ridges.

My tongue was licking and kissing her neck, my head buried in her scented hair. I was fucking her fingers, as much as her fingers were fucking me. My halting, earthy moans matched my heartbeat. I lifted my head from her slobbered neck and we looked at each other; our eyes wide and with a crazed look.

"Yesssss, Mags...that's...so...deep...uhhhg...it...uhhhg...just...uhhhg...my...uhhhg...sist—" I cried, and unexpectantly gushed my juices in her hand.

"Ohhhhh...Maggie...mmmmm...what are...gaaaawd..." I cried, completely overtaken by her fingers.

Maggie just chuckled, so proud of herself for making her sister orgasm.

"So...so..." she moaned, lustfully, as she kept thrusting her fingers inside my valley. "You look so...completely...," she groaned, her thumb rubbing my clitty to contentment.

I thrust my fingers back inside and rubbed her excited clit, wanting...no, needing us to cum together. I could feel her muscles grab me, her body enlivened, as she shook and finally orgasmed, gushing her juices on me...again. We looked at each other as we died, our contorted faces, mirroring each other.

"I...ohhhhh...love...youuuuu..." she screamed, our moans as one, as we trembled together, the connection closer than either of us imagined.

Maggie pushed my fingers from her throbbing pussy, but I left hers firmly in mine.

"Go on, sweetie. More...you can fuck me more," I breathed onto her reddened face. She looked at me, astounded and dazed.

I brought my coated fingers to her lips and painted them. I wasn't sure if this was a step too far, but she greedily licked and sucked her sap from them. She leaned in and smeared her glazed lips on mine, chuckling at her embarrassment. At last! She slipped her fingers from my gushy valley and repeated what I had just done to her. Her fingers shook, as she plastered my lips with my scent. I took her hand and slipped her fingers from my mouth and whispered, "Open...," and, as she did, I snuck my fingers into her mouth, the tip of her tongue ready for my lewd act.

I could barely hear Maisie and Belle's gasps and moans, as Maggie and I consummated our connection, our flips tenderly kissing. We slowly massaged and teased each other, our fingers sliding so easily around the other's body, 'til she collapsed, her little sighs and chuckling making everyone laugh.

I laid down next to her, pulling her head to my breast. Maisie shuffled around and lay next to Maggie, her hands softly touching her heaving body. Belle cuddled up against me, her hands caressing my sensitive tits and her head in my mussed-up hair.

"That was beautiful...little one," she whispered, and my body froze. I wasn't too sure if I had pushed her too far with my 'little one' comment, but she sure didn't seem to mind! I pushed my bare bum back on her and rubbed it over her groin.

As Belle leaned in and kissed my neck, Maisie did the same to Maggie. Her low moan told everyone she was fine with that!

I rolled over, my legs spreading hers and I grasped her hands and stretched them to her sides, pinning them to the bed.

"Stay," I whispered, and nuzzled my head back to her muggy neck.

"But...but I want to...mmmmm...God, Chloe...let me...do...you," she groaned, her body shifting uncontrollably.

"You'll have plenty of time to...taste me, darling. Count on that!" I grinned, and kissed her, my mons rubbing on hers, as we rolled to and fro, our pussies connected.

Maggie lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around my waist, our labia's kissing and wetting each other.

"Slow, Mags. We're in no hurry, hmm? Let it build, 'kay? God...you're so fucking incredible," I swooned, as our clits peeked out and nuzzled each other.

I lowered my head, and adored her full, perky breasts, rubbing my face over her bosom and revelling in her bouncy smile.

"Mmmmmm, Chloe. Now that's nice," she giggled, her fingers running through my hair.

I suckled her nipples, almost giving in to my 'mommy' thing, but held back. Whew! I pulled her nipples with my teeth, stretching them, then letting them plop back down. My tongue made little figure-of-eights around her excited orbs, Mags, trying to loosen her hands from my grasp.

Our pussies had separated, my body crawling up Maggie's to touch hers; my lips on her neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of red, bite marks, as she sighed and shivered beneath me.

"Ohhhh, Chloe...I can't...don't...ever..." she moaned and re-spread her legs.

My mouth found hers, but only for a moment, as I had too much of her delectable body to explore. Maggie stretched her body out even more, her hands above her head, gloriously giving into her sister.

I ran my fingers over her areoles, ignoring her nipples that were begging to be nurtured. I ran my tongue down that beautiful space between her breasts and ran up and over her tits again...and again.

Unexpectedly, Mags shifted around, her leg moving over mine and turning me on my back. I was taken aback by her strength and suppleness.

"Now it's your turn to stay, sis," she leered over me, holding my hands down. "This isn't all about me, ya know," she smiled, and smothered me with kisses. "This is what I want," she snickered, and engulfed my mound in her mouth.

"Ooooooh, fuck, Maggie," I moaned, her tongue swirling around my nipple, my whole fucking titty in her mouth! "Let...let go...please. I...I want to...touch you," I pleaded, but she held my arms firmly on the bed.

And for the next God-knows-how-long, she worshipped my A-sized breasts. Her sensual touch surprised me, as if she had been doing this for years. She innately knew my body, what I craved and what I needed. I looked down at her head of hair sprawled over my chest, as she tenderly consumed me. When she brought her head up, her fingers replaced her mouth, swirling her spit around and squeezing my mound. I went to touch her, but she gave me an admonishing look, so kept my hand on the mattress, clutching the sheet. I felt enlivened and submissive at the same time. I could feel her fingers playing with my choker, as one finger slipped between the leather and my neck.

"More, baby...go on, Mags...they're yours, sweetie...oooooh, gaaaaawd," I cried, my excitement rising with every subtle, certain touch.

"I...suck...fucking...lick...love...suck...your...lick...tits...Chloe," she groaned, half-crazed with desire, her pelvis humping mine and her face red with longing.

After an undetermined amount of time, she moved her lips down, licking my sides, and my stomach, then hovering over my mons.

"Yesssss, Mags. Do it. I...I know you want me, darling. Just..." I said, begging her, my fucking sister, to lick me!

I grasped her hair and held her firm, both of us knowing what we needed. Maggie ran her nose through my labia, her gentle giggles making me smile. I spread my legs and relaxed. Waiting. For my sister to...taste me. Fuck me, was I bad?

At the first obscene touch of her tongue, I lifted my hips and cried out.

"Fuuuuuc...Maggie!" I deliriously groaned. "Yesssss..."

With two fingers, she spread my labia apart, my depths open to her. I could feel her inhale, smelling my scent and her tongue slowly ran through the split lips.

"Ohhhhh....fuck!" I cried, trying to control myself, lest I come too quickly.

Mags settled down and began her unhurried exploration of my nether region, her tongue and fingers prodding me.

"You...lick...taste...lick...so...lick... incredibly...lick...beautiful," she whined, her joy beyond words now.

Maggie's tongue was working wonders on me, my body shaking from her teasing, but firm strokes. She was flirting with my clit like she had been doing this for a hundred years, her touch irritatingly tender and stirring every sense in me. I was so bloody close, so close, as she pushed two fingers into my wetness, slightly twisting them, and I orgasmed, gushing my sisterly juices over her girlish face. My body sang, as I grasped her head and mashed my vagine on her mouth.

My body was caught in that unexpected place between moaning and giggling, my climax taking hold of me and wringing my body of any semblance of normality. Maggie kept swallowing and licking, her fingers pressed hard into my thighs. My legs quaked, as tremor after beautiful tremor swept through me. Reluctantly, I pushed her head away, my sensitive cunt wasted. Maggie laid little kisses around my vulva and thighs, her affectionate touches piercing my heart.

I pulled her hair and she crawled up my sated body. I opened my eyes to her shiny face, covered with...me!

"Good?" she asked, facetiously.

"Fuck...Maggie. That was..." I chuckled, unable to form any other words.

She warmly cuddled me, pleased with herself, no doubt. I swatted her head and chuckled, although I probably shouldn't have. We lay in that warm, post-orgasmic bliss, our connection stronger than ever before.

"I guess there's not a lot I can teach you about sex, hmm?" I sniggered. "But I can tell you about the heart, Mags," I sighed, needing to get a better handle on her approach to relationships. You know, sisterly advice, hmm?

"Yeah, the sex part is coming along nicely, thank you very much. It's the emotional part that I find confusing, " she sighed, taking another long sip of cordial. "I...I fall in love too easily. I like being in love, though. It feels nice to belong, ya know."

"Yeah. I get that," I laughed. "You'll get there, though. My God, Mags, you're eighteen. You're not supposed to have it all figured out, right? So, until you do, you'll fall in love and get hurt. That's all part of the equation, hmm? Just...be kind and respectful, right? There's a time and place for everything, Mags. A time to love and a time to fuck. Learn from them both. You're a beautiful, creative woman. You have so much going for you. Take your time. You'll find that someone. Or maybe you won't. Just don't be an arsehole in the meantime," I chuckled.

"Now," I said, changing the subject dramatically. "Let me have a look at this gorgeous body of yours, hmm?" I smirked, and rolled her onto her tummy.

I spent the next thirty minutes, touching and kissing, my hands massaging her shoulders, and then her back, memorising every sinew, every supple curve and every blemish. God, she was damn near perfect. With every inch of her that my fingers touched, my tongue did the same, trailing ever so slowly down her still-teenaged body. As my nails scratched her, Maggie shifted around and moaned into the pillow, enjoying being pampered.