Dorsai - The Second Generation

Seeing me looking down at her seemed to give her something to focus on; after a moment, she looked into my eyes and gave me a smile such as I'd never seen before she enthusiastically declared "Oh, Danny! That was just wonderful!" Still concerned, I asked "You're okay?" The smile never left her face as she answered "Oh, I'm WAY better than just 'okay'! I just had an orgasm -" my first one ever, and it was so much better than I ever even thought it could be." I couldn't help grinning at her as I said "I kinda figured that was what happened. I didn't know what it was, at first, and I started to worry a little bit before I realized." She didn't have any kind of visible reaction to what I said; instead, she just told me "What you were doing – you know – I could see that you were getting excited, and it took me a little while to figure out that you were getting that way because you could look at me -" and that only made me more excited, too. Then I realized that you were getting that way because I was, and we were, like, HELPING each other that way. Then, when you finally squirted – I knew it was because of me, and when I got to watch it – Well, it just got me SO excited, and then all of a sudden it just hit me, and the next thing I knew, I felt so good -" My grin got even wider before I answered "Yeah, that's kind of like how it happened with me the first time. Makes you want to do it again, doesn't it?" "Oh, god, yes!" she exclaimed, before blushing slightly. A few moments later, she looked up at me again and hesitantly asked "It – it looked like you were going slow, at first, but then something happened, and I could tell that you were going faster. What changed?" Then it was my turn to blush slightly; she saw it, of course, and asked "What? What is it? Tell me!" "I, uh – I was, um – I started thinking – thinking about you." She got an expression on her face I'd never seen, and I quickly tried to explain "I was looking at you, you know, your vagina and everything, and I could see how wet you were. And I could smell it, too" -" she looked embarrassed at that, and I hurried to say "No, I liked it -" the way you smelled, I mean. It made me real excited, and it made me start to wonder -" "Wonder what?!" "Wonder if it tasted as good as it smelled", I managed to answer, then went on to say "I, uh, I started thinking about what it might be like to, um, you know – taste it."

She laid there just looking at me long enough that I was starting to get worried when she told me "I could smell myself sometimes, too. I kinda liked it, but I was afraid that was just me -" I was worried that anybody else would think it was bad. I, uh, even tasted myself, a little, one time; I kinda liked it, but I figured that tasting and smelling were pretty much the same thing. But when you tell me you liked it – well, I guess it's okay, then. Have you – have you ever -" It took me only a moment to realize what she was getting at, and I answered "Yeah, I tried it a little, like you did. It was a little salty, but that's all." A few moments went by before I asked "Would you let me taste what you're like? You can taste me, too, if you want -" It took only a second for her to smile and answer "Yeah, I'd like that!" She lifted the hand she'd had between her legs up to my face; as it got close, I could again detect the scent of her -" I readily took her by the wrist and brought her fingers to my mouth, breathing in the aroma that was hers. I didn't hesitate to stick my tongue out and lick some of the abundance of her oils. In about zero seconds flat, I decided that I liked it: her juices were thin, but fresh and slightly musky. Seeing the vaguely worried expression her face, I paused long enough to give her a smile before opening my mouth and taking her entire finger inside as though it were a stick of candy. As my taste buds were reveling in the taste of her, Sis reached out to take MY hand -" the one that was pretty well coated with my jism -" and move it to her face. I watched as she tentatively stuck her tongue out and used the tip of it to collect a small blob of my semen before it disappeared into her mouth again. A second later, she smiled up at me, letting me know that she found the results of her little experiment acceptable before she went about licking my hand and fingers clean of my juices. When we were finished, both of us just grinned at each other for several seconds before she told me "I think you taste pretty good!", to which I replied "And me, you -", making both of us start to laugh. I moved to lie down next to her, and the two of us rolled over onto our sides so that we were facing each other.

Taking my hand in hers, Sis told me "Danny, what we just did – you know, looking at each other, and watching and everything – it was nice. REAL nice. Not just for the sex part of it, but for the other, too -" the being brother and sister, and being friends again. I didn't realize just how much I missed that part until you reminded me." "I missed it, too, Sis.

The sex stuff – well, that felt pretty darn good" -" she interrupted to tell me "I could tell!" with a smile -" "but it's the things like now, us laying here and holding hands and everything, that really matters to me."

The two of us laid there for several seconds, just smiling and looking at each other. As we did, I thought about how much I loved her and how pretty she was -" and finally leaned forward enough to give her a kiss on the tip of her nose. Surprised, she asked me "What was that for?" "I just wanted to let you know that I love you, Sis. Not for what we just did, or anything like that; but just because of who you are, and what you're like, inside, and everything." I could see her eyes start to get wet before she told me "And I love you, too, Danny -" for the same reasons. I remember one time, when we were still little, I heard some of your friends giving you a hard time about letting me come along when you were going to do something. You didn't fuss or argue with them, or anything -" you just kept telling them that if you went, then I got to go, too. It didn't matter to you that I was a girl, and they were your friends: I was your sister, and that was all there was to it. You guys were going off to catch frogs or something, so I said I didn't want to go; but it made me so happy and proud that you weren't going to leave me behind just because they wanted you to." With that, she leaned forward and kissed me -" but on the lips, instead of the tip of my nose, as I'd done to her. Except that her kiss wasn't just a quick peck, as mine had been. Instead, her lips stayed on mine for several seconds; long enough, in fact, that I felt myself beginning to respond to the feeling of her lips on mine, and where her body was touching me: her nipples pressing against my chest, her small pubic thatch tickling my lower belly, and her firm thighs touching mine. The last thing I wanted to do was frighten or upset her, but I couldn't help but put my arm around her. Only a moment later, she reciprocated -" then went on to gently pull me closer, something I eagerly cooperated in even as I felt my penis getting close to full erection again. I knew she could feel it, and even though I wasn't worried about it surprising or offending her, I was still surprised when I felt her lift one leg slightly and wriggle around until she'd gotten it 'trapped' between her legs and resting against her cleft. Even as that was happening, the intesity and passion of our kiss was escalating from the mild affection between siblings and toward the passionate desire that two lovers would share. With the increasing intensity of our kiss, neither of us hesitated to begin touching and caressing the other. It started with us limiting ourselves to the others back and sides, but soon reached the point where each of us had our hand on anything we could reach on the other. Just as Sis was grabbing my ass, I was discovering that hers was as smooth and firm as it had looked, and seemed to be curved to fit my hand perfectly. I was disappointed when Sis finally broke off our kiss; but that disappointment was quickly replaced with joy when I realized that she'd only moved back enough to let her get her hand on my chest: it left enough room between us that I could mirror her actions by investigating her developing mammaries. I couldn't get to both, but the one that I was able to reach was a delight. Warm under my touch, it had a spongy firmness that somehow complimented its smooth surface. I found myself fascinated by the tactile difference I could feel between the skin of her breast, her areola, and the hard nubbin of her nipple. As I gently stroked and squeezed the mound of her breast, and softly pinched and pulled on the nipple at its peak, I could feel an increase in the warmth and wetness where my erect cock was lying along the cleft of my sisters sex; and that, too, added to my increasing pleasure and excitement. Both of us were fully aroused and softly panting when I felt myself begin moving my hips so as to stroke my erect cock in the tunnel formed by the juncture of her thighs and mons. As good as it felt to my body, a part of my brain was telling me that I shouldn't be doing it: that I'd scare her, or make her think I was trying to actually get inside her, or make her angry with me, or something. But try as I might, I couldn't seem to stop myself from doing it -" it simply felt too damn good. It wasn't until Sis pushed herself away from me with the exclamation "No!