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I watched my sister Jenny sleeping in much the same way I had many times before, except this time I wasn’t peeking at her through the crack of the bathroom door. I had also granted her wish, having sex with her until she passed out. I had not rendered her unconscious because I overstimulated her; I just outlasted her as I repeatedly had over the past several months.
That’s not entirely true; Dad and I had doubled-teamed her to the point where, by the time it was my turn to take over, her body was too exhausted to remain awake for very long.
Knowing she could not hear me, I whispered, “I love you,” to her closed eyes and slumbering body. It was not a lie; I did love my sister, and I knew the love and lust I carried for her was not something people talked about in what they used to call ‘mixed company.’ I was also telling the truth when I said I lusted for her. She’s not a model or an actress by any stretch of the imagination; what she is, is mine. It’s just… she’s my sister, and I can justifiably argue I’ve loved and lusted for her longer than any man… except, maybe, our father.
I never really saw her as a potential lover until the night I took her to our senior prom. Being only ten months apart, and Mom and Dad holding me back a year so Jenny and I could share the same classes in school made most people assume we were twins when we’re not. Neither one of us has many friends, and according to my psych-201 professor, that’s probably a behavior we learned from our parents.
She didn’t have a date, and I can’t remember being interested in anyone else, so we went to the prom together. We danced with some of our High-School fantasy lovers and hung around with the few friends we shared while we were there. But we didn’t dance as a couple until the final slow song. Holding her in my arms, inhaling her perfume-infused perspiration while swaying back and forth and staring into her eyes, that’s when it hit me, “I love my sister.”
Lying naked next to my sister’s sleeping body, once again rationalizing my love for my sibling, my hands and eyes began to explore Jenny’s nakedness. Unlike our mother, Jenny had a perfectly curvy and well-rounded ass. It was her best physical feature, besides her legs, and if most men were like me, her ass was something they too would worship.
She was right when she accused me of sneaking peeks at her in the shower when I was home for spring or winter breaks. After realizing I loved my sister as much as I lusted for her, I secretly took pictures of her changing in her room and the shower. Yes, I have an extensive collection of porn on my phone and my computer. A large part of that collection includes my sister, even more so since we started recording and selling videos of dad and I fucking her endlessly.
For a brief time, masturbating to her nakedness had become an addiction, so I tried to find other ways to pique my sexual arousal, but I always saw Jenny’s face on the actresses fucking on the screens in front of me. After she came back from Costa Rica with her libido locked into overdrive, I might have been a little overzealous convincing our parents the best thing to do for Jenny was to treat her symptoms. That day, the day she came into my room wanting to see me masturbate for her, then feeling her hand around my cock, and eventually her willingly sucking me off… well… what normal straight male in love with his sister wouldn’t want that to last forever?
I rolled Jenny’s sleeping body over onto her back, gently pulled her leg aside so I could see and touch her still glistening pussy. Sometimes I wonder if I was infected before she was, or maybe she infected me when she sucked me off that first time. All I know is, when I’m awake, I want to get at her sex. To touch bahis firmaları her, taste her, and shove my cock as deep into her body as possible. To fill her with so much of my jism, her sweat would turn white, or my cum would stream from her eyes when she cried as she climaxed.
In my dreams, we’re making love all the time, sometimes with Mom and Dad, but mostly it’s her giving herself to me, allowing me to do anything I want to her as often as I want. Sometimes I get confused between our new shared reality and my fantasies. Like now, resting my head on her thigh, staring at her pussy, gently tracing her puffy outer lips, then spreading her open so I can see where my penis wants to spend all of its time.
Her clit was another alter I worshiped. A knobby button of flesh I could use to make her sing for me. From shrieking cries that enraged my lust to a symphony of panting grunts and begging pleas to not-stop what I was doing to her or grunting stomach crunching sit-ups that made me want to pleasure her until she passed out. Something I had yet to achieve.
If it’s not obvious, I enjoy making my sister cum. I also enjoy laying with her still, naked, and fully accessible body. In times like this, when her body is simply too exhausted to stay awake, I get to do things to her; things her infected libido does not have the patience to endure for very long. Her pussy is one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. I could stare at her puffy slit or explore between her lower lips without boredom ever setting in, as long as my fingers, lips, mouth, and tongue could participate in the expeditions I launched between her legs.
It was an awkward conversation with my parents when the three of us showered her for the first time, but I have to say, Mom has done a fantastic job of manicuring Jenny’s pubic hair and maintaining it. Jenny’s smooth around her outer lips, and I’ve grown to appreciate Dad’s desire to keep a small but thick patch of fur pointing at the hiding place of her third nipple.
I watched my fingers pinch and pull at her dark fur, savoring the curly coarseness. I moved my head up her thigh, and she rolled over further in her sleep, entrapping my head between her legs, right where I wanted to be, inhaling her musky sex-infused and always slippery pussy. Dad can always make Jenny climax when he goes down on her, but I’m a little too self-centered, I guess. I enjoy kissing, licking, and sucking on Jenny’s cunt when her body is quiet, calm, and not in such an urgent rush to climax over and over again.
I like how she tastes and the silky, frictionless feeling of her inner lips and inside her. I’m not the world’s best kisser, but when I’m between her legs, savoring her lower lips as I am now, I can kiss, lick, suck, and generally play with her sex any way I want without judgment or her impatient guidance. That includes worming a finger into her lube and cum greased ass while my tongue probes her cunt’s slippery depths.
Trust me; if you could see her ass, you too would find it hard not to want to feed it a finger, your cock, or a butt plug, or a long thick anal-ring stretching dildo.
These stolen moments, moments I kept to myself, were when I loved my sister more than I lusted for her. Yes, the salty-sweet taste of my cum, or dad’s cum, inside her normally reawaken my sleeping penis, but it was the silent sense of shared solitude between my sister’s legs that had become the one place where I genuinely felt happy and at peace.
I held onto that nirvanic moment for as long as I could until my tender sexual affections induced a body twitching nocturnal orgasm. If I was careful, I could continue to enjoy myself without waking Jenny, which I did, for a little while. But, something else woke when another silent climax rocked my sister’s sleeping body; my cock.
Like a pebble dropped into a still pond, overlapping ripples of lustful desire to once again penetrate my sister overran what had become my happy place. I could feel my penis filling with desire and images of myself mounting my sister, spreading her open as I fed her my manhood corrupted the comfortable bliss I had found lapping at her labia.
Mother’s parental instructions regarding Jenny’s feminine hygiene joined the background noise between my ears. Mom had been very explicit and insistent I not transfer anything from Jenny’s rectum to her vagina. Somehow ignoring the fact Jenny was my sister and I was her brother, Mom gave me, and I guess Dad too, a series of lectures and demonstrations on how to care for Jenny’s genitals and our own. I mentally checked my dull fingernails as Mom’s exceptionally detailed and frank instructions about what we should do if Jenny started her period while we were taking care of her replayed behind my eyes. But that’s never been a problem as she hasn’t had one since the day her infection manifested.
With Mom’s words of warning, unwilling to leave my immediate thoughts, I freed myself from Jenny’s comatose thighs, spreading kaçak iddaa her legs apart so I could admire her cunt for a few more moments. As I stood up at the side of the bed, I studied my sister’s nudity, holding long gazes at the fur above her sparkling red-blushed slitted mound. I then shifted my attention to her dark pink nickel-sized areolas and her pen-thick enflamed nipples, begging my fingers to pinch and pull them.
“Pinch, and pull, don’t twist,” Mother demonstrated in my memories, feeling two of my fingers wanting to roll my sister’s engorged pink nubs between them. Somehow the rolling of her full breasts as she breathed helped my full bladder remind me I should empty it before allowing my reawakened cock to get too aroused. I don’t know why, but I always waited to make sure Jenny was breathing before leaving her alone. Watching her beautiful breasts rise and fall for longer than necessary before making my way to the bathroom. When I returned from cleaning myself and emptying my bladder, I found Jenny had rolled over onto her back; her arms and legs were spread open and out as if she were bound to the restrains we had employed when her needs could not be satisfied.
I assume, or maybe I’ve convinced myself, we all have some form of kink that’s outside the norm, some secret indulgence we feel more comfortable not sharing. Some potentially embarrassing fetish that we keep to ourselves for one reason or another; besides incest, I mean. My secret kink is somnophilia. I like to have sex with my sister when she’s sleeping. It’s not that seeing her sleeping arouses me, and it’s not that I don’t get to have all the sex I could ever want with her when she’s awake because I can and do. No, I think it’s the same reason why I like licking and kissing her pussy when she’s asleep. It’s the only time when her needs and desires aren’t telling me what to do or how to do it.
I can usually calm her down with porn, mostly because her mouth is full of my cock, while I’m quietly studying the videos for new ways to bend, twist and contort Jenny’s body for her pleasure and mine. Those quiet study sessions usually included me fingering her pussy and thumbing ass or using a massager to make her climax. Also, during these private study sessions, as part of some perverse Pavlovian experiment on my part, I only allow her to cum when she’s deepthroating me, super deep; nose pressed to my balls deep. An experiment I can confidently report is working out very nicely, by the way.
Yes, I’m taking advantage of my sister’s condition, and I fully intend to do so guilt-free until she returns to normal. When she does, and I expect her to, I’m confident, or at least hopeful, she will permit me to continue to satisfy her needs while allowing me to appease my depravities. Depravities that include watching my cum leaking from her cunt and ass, yet, insisting she swallows every drop when I cum in her mouth or down her throat, and fucking my sister, or eating her pussy when she’s sleeping. I said I loved and lusted for my sister; I never said I was a gentleman.
I didn’t bother to restrain her as I knee walked across the bed and between her open legs. I held my cock to her slimy slit, sliding the head up and down a few times to coat it with her natural and seemingly everflowing lube. I nudged myself forward a little more, penetrating her as I did. Her breathing changed for a moment, quicking as I entered her, but she did not wake.
I humped her missionary style until my back couldn’t take anymore. Without freeing my inserted penis from her warm, heartbeat pulsating pussy, I moved my knees forward, then closed her legs as I stretched out, laying down on top of her. My hips continued to move my penis in and out of her, gently, slowly, allowing me to enjoy a long moment of tender love-making with my sister as I snuggled closer to her without crushing her chest. My mouth found hers to be quiet yet receptive. Her dreams kissed me back, swirling her tongue around mine and occasionally sucking on my mouth muscle as if she were sucking on my cock.
I continued to enjoy making love to my sister’s sleeping body, moving my penis in and out of her spasming vagina while feeling her hardened nipples rolling around against my chest like little balls of playdough. My tongue explored beyond the lips of my sister’s mouth, in much the same way I had explored beyond the lips between Jenny’s legs. My penial penetrations were slow, determined, and as deep as I could go, given my top-mounted position. I felt her insides contracting and massaging my cock as it advanced, then retreated.
Not being as rushed, hurried or frantic as her needs usually made me feel. I found myself enjoying a long slow, intimate fuck with my sleeping sister. Unhurried and with only her irregular breathing in my ears, I found a moment of perfection; sex, love, lust, affection, and intimacy with the woman who had always been a part of me, all unifying harmoniously.
Slow, deep, panted air puffing from kaçak bahis my chest accompanied my climax, and the unexpected emotional rush that followed was far more intense than I anticipated. Intense and lingering, but not like the animalisticly urgent climaxes I had shared with her in the past.
Fear of losing what I had with her leaked out of my eyes when my penis squirted what little cum remained in my balls into my sister’s womb. I also found myself repeating my confession of love across her lips as my hips twitched from my spasming climax.
“We love you too,” I heard coming from the other side of my closed eyes. I opened them, then struggled to focus on the single merged eye in the center of Jenny’s face as she confirmed, “We’ve loved you since the day we danced together for the first time.”
“Sounds familiar,” I heard another voice say from behind me.
I pushed myself up but did not allow my penis to vacate Jenny’s body. I felt her legs fighting with mine until they freed themselves and embraced my butt and thighs. Her strong legs were pulling me tighter to her groin and her cunt sucking my deflating penis deeper into her body as I turned to look at the reflections of our parents in the wall to wall mirrored closet doors.
“Jenny, I think your mother said the same thing to me,” Dad declared, “and in pretty much the same position when I told her I loved her… after our first dance.”
“I did,” Mom confirmed, “But we were naked, Jim, and our dance was horizontal; I think Jenny’s talking about their prom.”
“Oh,” dad nodded, proudly smirking as he added, “In any case, I think it is more than coincidental that we got to see our children confirming their love for each other as we did… in front of our parents.”
Dad’s proud face turned to mom, kissing his wife’s cheek, before suggesting, “I guess it’s a tradition now.”
“Hold it,” I demanded, struggling and failing to free myself from Jenny’s embrace, “Wait,” I insisted, starting at mom and dad’s reflections, “What do you mean… your parents?”
Both mom and dad smiled, unanswering as I realized Mom was abnormally naked. She usually hid behind her favorite robe, and I only saw her completely naked when we’re transferring care of Jenny or helping each other shower with Jenny. I was used to seeing mom out of the corner of my eye masturbating while dad and I both took care of Jenny, but something was different about mom standing next to dad; her low, but still pointing forward, breasts and thick hairy bush fully exposed and aimed at me. Mom’s nakedness was enhanced or maybe made a little scarier by the hint of sexual hunger in her eyes.
“She is infected,” I heard my mental voice reminding me of what I thought I saw early, confirmed when her hand moved down between her legs, then her fingers gently rubbing herself while staring at my butt trapped under Jenny’s legs.
Mom and Dad turned to look at each other for a moment, then separated. Dad walked around to the side of the bed with the mirrored doors. He moved close to the edge, obviously offering his limp, but always thick, penis to Jenny. Jenny smiled at my reflection as her head and shoulders crawled across the bed toward dad’s offering. Jenny opened her mouth, and dad fed her his soft cock. Then I felt Jenny’s legs and her cunt clench the instant the tip of dad’s thick penis passed his daughter’s lips.
Jenny’s soft, yummy, “Mmm’ing” moans made me want to be the one feeding her a cock, even though I had just experienced the most intimate and loving climax I ever had inside my sister’s vagina only moments ago.
My jealous distraction did not last very long; my back suddenly straightened up, shocked by my mother’s fingertips caressing my lower spine, tracing its way through my butt crack, before cupping my balls in her warm fingers.
I should try to explain something at this point. I’ve seen my mother naked before. She used to sunbathe nude in the backyard of our old house, and yes, I’ve masturbated to her nakedness while watching her tanning herself from my bedroom window. And, with everything that’s happened since Jenny returned from Costa Rica, seeing my mother naked, and pleasuring herself, and sometimes being pleasured or fucked by dad, had become part of our new normal. But, there was one unwritten and unspoken rule; I never touched mom sexually, and she never touched me that way either, until now.
“Your mom says you’re doing better,” Dad directed at Jenny’s upside-down cocksucking smile, “She said you’re finally back from your trip. Are you? Are you mentally aware enough for us to talk to you two and you to talk to us?”
“We have something we need to share with both of you,” Mom’s hungry eyes said to me as I stared at her while she continued caressing my balls. Mom winked just before I felt a single fingertip under me, probing the bottom of my softening shaft where it entered Jenny’s slimmed opening. I heard my sister gasp into her nose when mom pushed her finger into Jenny’s cunt. I felt mom’s finger joining my cock inside Jenny, the tip of her finger finding the tip of my shrinking penis stimulating both of us without dislodging my cock from Jenny’s heartbeat pulsating grasp.