tagIncest/TabooSister and Me Cumming Ch. 03

Sister and Me Cumming Ch. 03

byArjenRoan©

When I write that Rachel and I fucked and fucked, that is about all I can say. After the first few moments of our first time, sex was no longer mysterious, even though I had never touched a girl's body before.

My first time happened the day after our second mutual masturbation session. Rachel came into my room in the early morning, I think around 6AM, but in any case, it was long before anyone got up. I looked up when I heard her open the door, and because she was so explicit and matter-of-fact with her description the day before, I felt I was watching an old movie unfold. She was in her nightgown, the one she wore when I first got a glimpse of her. She put her finger to her lips with her left hand, and pulled the sheets over with her right hand.

When Rachel came into the bed, a twin trundle, we were tightly pressed against each other. She whispered for me to lie on my back, and then ran her hand along the inside of my thigh until she came up and cupped my balls from outside my underwear. I parted my thighs and she pressed them up against my body while she rolled her hand on them. I closed my eyes and didn't move. I felt a rush of warmth come from the edge of my hips into my penis and became erect in a moment.

Then she moved up more, ran her hand up along the shaft, and then further up to move her fingers under the elastic of my underpants. I pulled them down and kicked them off. I shuddered and moved my pelvis up and down while she held her hand on the underside, and now engulfed in this new sensation, turned toward her. She turned her body away. Her nightgown had run up and I felt myself against the crack of her buttocks. I pushed slowly and rhythmically, rubbing up and down, going more and more down with each push until my penis flipped from her rear to between her legs.

It was just as she had described. I pushed forward, and her rear shifted back, and suddenly I realized I was inside of her. It wasn't even clear to me that this happened, except that there was a feeling of warmth. I started to thrust, in and out. Rachel moved her rear back and forth and bent her body so that I could go deeper. We were quiet, with just our shallow, hard breath and the sound of our sex as I pushed through her wetness. Her body bent; only our genitals were in contact. I reached over and held one of her breasts, pulling her toward me, and thrust faster and harder.

It felt like I was floating in space, without any sense of what was happening. I went higher and higher and then I came. Still inside of her, I pushed with each spasm so that my semen drove up into her. Then it was finished. I stopped. I didn't move. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to wake up from that moment, to face the end of the pleasure, but also to avoid the rush of guilt and shame even as I was oozing out of her, as my penis was slipping out with my cum as it went soft.

I moved away from her rear. Without a word she got up, walked over to get tissues to wipe herself off, and came back to the bed. She rubbed the tissues along the sheets to deal with the semen. She might as well have been wiping off the kitchen table. Just as she had the day before, she wiped her other hand between her legs, and put them to my face, streaking me with my cum and her juices.

"Now you've fucked. Fucked you big sister." And then pulling down her nightgown - I hardly noticed it had still been up above her hips - tip toed out of the room.

So, that was it. My first sexual experience. And my first time with Rachel. Every day for the next week and a half we did it. Every time, she rubbed the fluids of our sex onto my face.

It was the same morning experience in my room for the next couple of days. After the third day of sex, I noticed Rachel kept her nightgown on after Mom and Dad woke up, and through breakfast. I could tell it had her smell from sex on it, and of my sperm. And, it had a little stain in the front below her crotch. It was from us! After she wiped her hand on me, she wiped it off on her nightgown.

I cornered her in the family room after Mom and Dad had left for work. "What are you doing? That nightgown has my semen on it. And it smells like you. Like sex. You don't think anyone will notice?"

"It's sex. Are you so ashamed?"

"Am I ashamed? Of course I'm ashamed. I need to deal with that. But if you do this, Mom and Dad are going to notice."

She moved closer and put her hand on my rear. "If you are so ashamed, why are you doing it?" She added with mock seriousness, "You need to pray to Heavenly Father to get the strength to resist temptation."

Her hand moved to the front and caressed gently against my penis. Then rubbed again and again, and I started to get hard. She pulled off her nightgown. This is the first time I saw her totally naked, not just through our various sexual encounters, but ever.

Of course, I had seen her in her underwear before. She had a lithe little ballerina's body. The high schools in Provo, and in all of Utah for that matter, were sports oriented, and most girls who were interested in dance tried out for cheerleading and precision marching. Rachel thought that was provincial and just stupid, and studied ballet. Now I saw her taught little dancer breasts, and her flat, muscular stomach running down to her pubic hair and the perfect lips bulging out from them.

She pulled off my undershirt, and then unfastened my pants. I took them off.

She pulled down my underwear, kneeled down and took my cock. "You'll need to repent. Pray. Fast and pray. Close your eyes and start praying now." With that, Rachel pulled my penis down, a bit painfully because when I was so erect it stood almost straight up, and put it into her mouth.

I put my fingers through her hair, and then on her head. With my hands there, in my teetering between the spiritual and the profane, the realization that I was continuing along this path, a vision shot before me of the "laying on of hands" to give blessings and to convey the priesthood. But in the pleasure and newness, I threw the vision off. I started to rock back and forth, then pushed her head back and forth. She stopped and pulled away.

"You can't do that. You need to let me control where you are when I do that." She got up and pushed against me. "Let's get back to fucking."

She turned around, bent over with her hands on the couch and her legs spread apart. I saw it all. The little hole of her anus. The hair between her legs. Her labia. Her clitoris peeking out at the top. Her hand reached down and started to rub it. I started to rub my penis. "You're not jerking off. You're fucking me. Go in." She paused for a second, "Now."

When we were done, she put on her nightgown again. She reached under it and wiped herself like she had done every other time, rubbed it on the front of her nightgown.

"Here's my juices, here's your sperm. Do you want to smell it?" She did a little pirouette, and then held out the stained part of the nightgown. She looked toward the empty kitchen. "Mom, your sweet little boy is fucking me. He just stuck it in from the rear."

She looked at me with a smile. "Have you ever thought of fucking Mom? Do you ever picture her while you are jerking off?"

"Don't be so gross."

"Next time we'll do a role play. I'll be Mom, and I see you masturbating, and, 'Oh, look at my little boy, you are so big.' And I'll let you go in from the rear again. 'Oh, darling, you can cum inside of me. You're such a big boy now!'"

"What are you talking about? That is weird. It's really disgusting."

"Well, you've had your sister. Why not you mother, too? We'll do it that way. I'm going to wear her garments." The garments are what you wear after you have gone to the Mormon temple to get your endowments. They have various markings to remind you to live a righteous life and to bend your knees in prayer to God. Mom and Dad wear them, as will I once I get my endowment before my mission.

All of this, like her stained nightgown, was a badge for her that she had, and was continuing, to defile me - and me, her, though she was at this point, in my estimation, beyond redemption. And it was a taunting of our parents. They might not have noticed her nightgown, though I thought they surely must, (and, thank god, must have assumed it was from extra-familial trysts), but she was throwing it in their face. All of their efforts in our upbringing, in teaching me the Gospel, the years going to Church, to Young Men's activities. My baptism, my ordination to the Aaronic Priesthood by Dad's hands. My forthcoming endowment and mission. But, in spite of all this, as Rachel would say, I couldn't keep my cock out of her cunt.

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by horny2doit08/18/18

Yes, a horny sister and brother. He knows what she wants and so does she. He needs to do her as often as he can. Yes, doing Mom would be a great experience.

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by prop6902/06/18

AWESOME series

How could a horny young man not want to have sex with a sexy sister.
Can't wait for the next chapter

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by Turtle195201/31/18

Love it

a quite unusual storyline that I find very entertaining and erotic in a "quickie" kind of relationship involving fucking but not lovemaking.

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