Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

We started the edging all over again the next day. It was like doing a cleanse — we hated going through it, but we couldn’t stop loving the results. During the lulls, we almost managed to act appropriately. We read stories, sure, but we stayed clothed (for the most part) and didn’t touch each other (though we often touched ourselves). It almost felt like a normal, competitive sibling relationship. You know. Sort of.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

We found we could go about three days before we went cum crazy. Jennifer started calling them ‘O-days,’ the days where we were finally granted relief from edging ourselves off the walls. Our next O-day was set for Sunday. Again, I told myself we’d reached our limit in what we would do with each other. Again, I was an idiot.

I was still asleep when Jennifer came into my room on a lazy Saturday morning. She pounced on my bed and prowled up to my head. Her face inches from mine. I blinked awake.

“Hi,” she said, very affectionate.

“Good morning?”

“I want to try something different,” she said.

“OK, sis, but we’re going to need a lot of lube for anal,” I said.

Jennifer shook her head, like I was the least funny brother a girl could have.

“Read this,” she said, and handed me my iPad. Ordinarily, her touching my electronics without my permission would be a serious breach of privacy. But with Jennifer I felt like I had nothing to hide. I took the tablet and turned it around. She’d already selected a dirty story, one we’d read a few times and both enjoyed.

“Reading porn isn’t really different,” I said.

“You’ll see,” Jennifer said.

We sat on my bed, the sun sneaking into my window, turning the whole room overbright. Me lying back, wearing just a pair of boxers. My sister in her robe and (I assumed) nothing underneath, perched by my side, watching me intently as I read.

“What are they doing?” she asked.

“You want me to read it to you?”

“No. Just tell me what part of the story you’re at.”

“They just got naked in the pool,” I said.

“So, get naked,” Jennifer said, as if this was obvious. I stripped off my boxer shorts. My penis pointed out, pendulous. My sister peeled off her robe. Her bare body looked incredible, as always. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “Keep reading,” she said, chuckling.

I read a little more, but it was hard to focus on the words while my sexy naked sister was sitting right there.

“Now what?” she asked.

“They got out of the pool,” I said, “He’s, um, feeling his sister’s breasts.”

“Go for it,” Jennifer said. She leaned forward, practically placing her perfect boob on my fingertips. Full — just a bit more than fit in my palm — and firm. They felt incredible. I hefted my sister’s tit in my hand, then I reached up and tweaked the nipple. She gave me the other one and I did the same. “Good?” she asked.

“Great,” I said.

“Better than Beth’s?” she asked.

I quirked an eyebrow. In all our dirty talk, Jennifer had never mentioned my ex-wife before. I think she knew it was a sore spot for me. But she’d talked about her ex-boyfriends before, so I guess I had to do the same.

“It’s not even a comparison,” I said, “These are magnificent.”

Jennifer blushed. She jutted her chin, telling me to keep reading. “What are they doing now?”

“She’s, um, stroking his cock.”

Jennifer reached down and gripped my dick. I was already so worked up, I’m surprised I didn’t cum right then. Three straight days of edging plus this morning’s tease was already too much for me.

My sister squeezed my shlong. Gently stroked up and down. Teasing. Tantalizing.

“She’s leaning down,” I said, “Putting her mouth around her brother’s… oh GOD.”

My sister slurped my cock straight into her mouth. Remember, I hadn’t had so much as a hand job in nearly five years. Now I was ensconced in my sister’s warm wet mouth. It felt amazing. I’d had blowjobs before, but nothing like this. My ex-wife had treated my dick like a necessary evil. Jennifer wrapped her lips and tongue around me in a way that was so desirous, I can’t even express it.

My sister licked and sucked on my cock slow, languid. Like savoring it. She held it tight in her mouth like it was precious. Her eyes wide and wanting. Wondrous. I couldn’t look away.

“Keep reading,” she said, her words adorably muffled by my dick.

“She’s, um — fuck that’s good — bobbing up and down on her brother’s cock.”

“Am I better than Beth?” Jennifer asked. Again with my ex.

“Not even in the same universe,” I said, “You literally blow her away.”

Jennifer rolled her eyes at me, but she kept sucking.

“His sister takes her mouth off him” I said, reluctantly. Jennifer let me go with a pop. “She’s stroking him up and down.” My sister started working me. A wanton look in her viridescent eyes.

I was so close. I doubted I was going to survive for much longer. Then I read the next few words and my heart stopped.

“She moves her body up,” I said, “Straddles her brother with her legs.” Jennifer did the same, mirroring the story. “She takes her brother’s cock, aims it upwards, then, um… She puts it in her pussy.”

We both froze. I don’t know what Jennifer had been thinking to that point. Maybe she didn’t read that far or didn’t remember the story that well. Perhaps she thought that I would have cum already. Honestly, I’m not sure how I didn’t. Or maybe, maybe, she told herself that when the time came, she would actually do it.