My Sister's Mouth Ch. 03

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Beth left before my parents got home, per the mandate my father had laid out. We doctored the pool area lounge chairs to look as if it was just Anna and I, and it seemed to work. Mom started making dinner and our father arrived right on schedule, 16 minutes after our mother. Staying home with Anna really made me realize how routine life could be, especially for our 9-to-5 parental units.

"We're going to Connecticut this weekend," my father stated as we sat down for dinner. "Aunt Donna's got pneumonia and Frank doesn't think she's gonna make it."

Aunt Donna was actually his aunt, my Great Aunt, and she was 78. My Dad's parents had been killed in car accident when he was thirteen, and he'd gone to live with his Aunt Donna. They'd been close until he moved to Maryland when he was twenty-three, but he'd always treated her like his mother.

Donna had been on a general decline in terms of her health ever since her husband, my Great Uncle, Martin died two years ago. Donna's son, our Uncle Frank, who in reality more of a cousin, had been admitting her to the hospital for one thing or the other with increasing frequency. We'd made trips to say our goodbyes twice, and both times she'd pulled through. So my sister and weren't all that bent out of shape when he told us she might not make it; again.

The news did darken the mood, enough that we ate in silence for a while, before Anna said, "When you say 'we'..."

My Dad answered before she finished her question. "We as in the whole family, we're all going. She's been in the hospital already for two days and she's getting worse. Frank waited to say anything because she always seems to get better. You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to leave you here unsupervised. You're grounded; you're coming with us where we can keep an eye on you."

Anna tried to look disgruntled, but I got the feeling she was thankful just to be getting out of the house. Besides, as awkward as our cousin could be, she and Anna used to be close when they were younger.

Uncle Frank married an Italian woman named Marie. She was extremely snobby and holier than thou, but her family had a ton of money. She raised her only child, Carmela, a strict Roman Catholic, and also hired an ex-college professor who lived in the area to home school her. Because she was never exposed to the normal social interactions people get from attending public or even private school, Carmela was kind of strange; socially awkward is the polite way of saying it, but Anna and I always had plenty of things to talk and laugh about after our visits. We never made fun of her to be offensive, we liked Carmela well enough; she was just odd. She was like 'Sheldon Cooper' odd, but without the genius IQ. If we were going to be staying at Uncle Frank's for the weekend, I had no doubt that Carmela was excited we were coming; poor lonely girl.

Anna and I helped clean up after dinner, our father not being in the mood to watch TV or a movie with us. He went on to the bedroom, presumably to call Uncle Frank or read a book at his desk. Our father wasn't the type of man that talked about his feelings. Sitting quietly seemed to do him as much good as some people claim therapy does. Our mother flipped on some HGTV program, grateful, no doubt, that she'd gotten the remote first and was not to be subjected to any more horror or superhero movies.

I went to my room and turned my computer on; Anna hopped in the shower to rid herself of the day's accumulation of sweat and sunblock. While I waited for my turn to shower, I played a game I'd not played in a while, Fable III, just running around doing side quests to pass the time.

Finally I heard the bathroom door open and my sister's close and went off to ready myself for bed.

I returned to find my sister watching a program on our family Netflix account, some girly show I'd never heard of, curled up in my bed.

"Hey," she said, smiling at me.

"Hi," I smiled back. "Sleeping in here again?"

"If you don't mind; I kinda like it. You're warm, you smell good, and I don't have bad dreams when I sleep next to you," she said.

"No complaints here," I replied. "We're gonna have to play it cool this weekend though. So much family around, someone will notice if we're acting a little closer than normal."

She looked a little dejected, and went back to watching her show while I put on some shorts and putzed around my room, putting my clothes away that I'd left in the wash and Mom had finished for me. I finally turned the light off, got into bed next to her and said "That doesn't mean we can't sneak in some cuddles." I pulled her into my arms, where she hugged me back, and laid her head on my chest. I let her just watch her show while I stroked her hair and rubbed her back through the threadbare t-shirt she was wearing.

As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I thought about the day's events, and what Beth had said about being "My Beth." I wondered if my sister had heard, and if she had, how she'd felt about it. I wondered if it was something I should bring up or just wait and see what, if anything, came of it.

While my big head was being analytical, my "little head" was having memories of its own. At the mere thought of "My Beth" it was perking up. Anna's body pressed against mine was certainly help to fuel the fire, and with her head on my chest looking down my body to the program playing on my computer monitor, she had to notice the twitch in the sheets.

She did, and didn't say anything as she slowly slid her hand down under the sheets, and began to lightly touch and stroke my hardening cock through my boxer shorts. I closed my eyes and pulled up on the back of her shirt so I could touch her warm skin. After playing for a few minutes, she slid my now fully aroused cock through the slit in my underwear and resumed her motions, this time with no cloth to lessen the sensation.

It occurred to me that in all the times my sister and I had fooled around, I'd not once been the one to do anything for her. She'd gotten herself off while blowing me three times now, and that just didn't sit well with me.

I sat up and rolled Anna onto her back, leaving over her while she made a pout expression, sticking one lip out from having been disturbed. I leaned down and took her bottom lip in my teeth, nibbling lightly on it, before I kissed her, our tongues dancing. She intertwined her legs with mine, and ran her hands up and down my bare back.

"I believe I owe you something for last night," I said, smiling. She grinned back at me, with her eyebrows raised. "But first, this needs to come off," I said, tugging on her shirt. I leaned back as she sat up and raised her arms up. I pulled her shirt up off of her, noticing the lighter colored flesh on her breasts was darker than the previous night. The nude tanning had certainly worked; I just hoped they hadn't gotten sun burned, as I desperately wanted to touch them.

I rolled back over hear, leaning down to kiss and nibble her neck. I kissed a trail over her collarbone and down the middle of her chest until I got to her aroused nipples, taking her right one into my mouth as she gasped and cradled my head with her right hand. Pleased that I was not causing her pain, I explored different things I could do with my mouth that I thought might please her. I sucked on her distended nipples. I licked them and nibbled them, biting a little harder until she gasped and wrapped a leg around me. I'd found the threshold with which I could bite without causing her pain, and made a mental note of it. I traced a line of kisses to the other one, and repeated the process, confirming the same threshold with her left nipple.

As I kissed my way down her body to my desired target, I rubbed everywhere I could reach with my hands, caressing her soft skin. When I got to the waistband of her blue cotton panties, I licked along its top edge until I reached her hip, lightly biting the flesh there. I kissed my way down the line of her underwear that drew back between her legs until I reached their apex, where I found a darker blue spot, her arousal evident through the cloth.

I planted kisses on her mons pubis, trailing down slowly until I was nibbling on her labia through her underwear. She had both hands on my head now, and one leg wrapped around my back, arching her own back up and making the cutest little grunting moans as I teased her. Using my tongue, I moved the gusset of her panties aside, and licked up her silky smooth lips. Evidently she'd shaven in the shower, and she smelled like some kind of flower. Finally, I parted her lips with my tongue, and found that she was indeed sopping wet. I was proud that my foreplay had this effect on her, and proceeded to try on Anna what I'd done to Beth by the pool the previous day.

Going down on my sister was much more fun than it had been with Beth, as at the time I was afraid of getting caught, and was also nervous from not knowing what I was doing. Here, in the dimly lit room with my sister, I knew there would be no judgment, no expectations, and also that I was just doing this for her pleasure. I had my doubts that I could make her come without some phallic objects involvement, and had just resigned myself to making her feel the best that I could.

Up close, my sister's little pussy was breathtaking. Her puffy outer lips, engorged with her arousal gave way to these little curtain-like flaps that barely protruded at all. There was just enough flesh there to split open with my tongue, opening her like petals on a flower. The flesh beneath, pink and absolutely dripping wet with her semi-sweet and slightly tangy nectar. She tasted different from Beth's almost candy-like juices. It was not unpleasant, not in the least; I just noticed it was different.

Her clitoris was also very small, seemingly to scale with the rest of her pussy. I lapped at the hood, daring it to come out, alternating sucking, licking and flicking. As she began to moan with more frequency, I added a finger to my ministrations, placing just the tip of my middle finger inside of her.

After a few minutes of her moaning and twitching, she stopped me in frustration. She pulled on my hair and said "Stop, stop; I can't take it anymore," grinning down at me. "Lay on your back," she ordered me.

Not one to disobey, I flopped on my back next to her as she practically tore her panties off and stood over me. She turned around and lowered herself onto me. I'd seen this plenty of times in my videos.

My sister and I were in a sixty-nine.

I'd never done this before, and was thrilled with the event. As she settled into place and made herself comfortable, she pushed my boxers down my legs.

I reached my hands around her and cupped both of her perfect cheeks in my hands, pulling them apart and settling her directly onto my mouth.

"Comfy?" she asked.

"Mmmhmm," I replied, my mouth full of her.

Since I'd had her on the edge already, and she just needed that little extra, it most likely wouldn't take her long. I resumed my previous suck, lick flick alternations, rubbing her other exposed areas with my fingers.

As I worked on her, I tried not to become too distracted with what she was doing to me. She'd already gotten me thoroughly saturated with saliva and was blowing me steadily, her moans vibrating my cock. With one hand she held herself up, and with the other she held my shaft upright, fondling my balls with her fingers. The new angle and the added element of returning the favor insimul heightened my arousal.

Each time I moaned from the pleasure she was bringing me, so too did she, as the vibrations seemingly traveled from my mouth to her clit, through her body and onto my cock. As she began taking me deeper, I moaned louder and more frequently, which made her moan louder and more frequently.

With one hand, I reached down and took a handful of her hair, using it to follow the motions of her head. Down, up, down, up, down, hold. She began the pulsing she did with her throat each time she would hold. I was realizing now she did this as she was nearing her orgasm, and it almost always triggered my own, the sensation too much for my inexperienced cock to handle. Up, down, hold, pulse, pulse, up, down, hold, pulse , pulse.

I then began to feel her legs twitch around my head, her glute tightening in the hand I still had on her right cheek. I diligently sucked and nibbled, licked and flicked the tiny elusive nub, rubbing her little pink anus with her fluids that were steadily flowing from her quim. As she began her orgasm, so too did I. My sister coming in my mouth at the same time I filled hers. Her hips bucked, her throat tightened; she was effectively riding my body, from head to groin, as we both came. I moaned and grunted my pleasure, muted by her pussy firmly locked in my mouth as I refused to stop pleasuring her until she stopped me.

Finally, with a gasp and a loud moan, she removed herself from on top of me, rolling over on to her back. She took my hand and we just lay like that, head to toe for a few minutes.

I must have dozed off, but I awoke to her snuggling up to me, draping the covers around our bodies in the dim light of the monitor. I placed my arm around her and closed my eyes.

She kissed my cheek and softly said "Love you, big brother."

"Love you too, my sexy sister," I whispered back, and held her until I fell asleep again.