Michael Smith - Siblings

My tongue worked its way down to the bottom edge of her vagina, eased between the silky smooth lips, and made the long, slow journey back to the top. The juices I caught flooded my probing tongue and trickled down my throat.

I heard a distant, sighing moan as Alex thrust her pelvis up toward my mouth. I felt her fingers tentatively touch my head and then slide more confidently through my hair. When I stabbed lightly at the tip of her clitoris, it twitched and her fingers clutched at my scalp. I licked all around the little red bullet, pushing back the sheath with my tongue, then sucking hard at it, pressing its tip against my teeth.

Alex was trembling, from her hands on my head urging me on, to the clenching of her ass, to the spreading and curling of her toes. Her profound arousal, in fact, was having a similar effect on me. I was lying flat on my stomach, propped up on my elbows, and my cock felt like a length of iron pipe under me.

I paused, to shift my hands and wipe my lips, and Alex tugged nervously at my hair. "God, Michael, don't stop! You're making me crazy!"

I laughed silently, opened my mouth wide, and covered as much of her crotch as I could. Then I exhaled heavily, blanketing her cunt with warm air. She shivered and moaned loudly, and then began to push her right hand past my head so she could masturbate. I intercepted the hand and moved it away.

"No, Alex, let me do this… I love it, I love making you hot and horny, and I love the taste of you! I'm going to do this all by myself."

I spread her dripping labia with my fingers and licked their inner surfaces. My tongue stroked the creases at the top of her thighs and lunged as far as it could reach into the depths of her. It swiped like a brush up and down the smooth area between her cunt and her asshole. After a moment's hesitation, I licked the corrugated surface around her anus and tapped my tongue against the hole. I couldn't tell whether she actually flinched or merely jerked in a uncontrollable spasm, but I decided to return to known territory for now.

My sister was panting in a shallow, jerky rhythm and her hands were holding her knees up and apart. Her knuckles were white from tension. I settled in to work on her swollen clitoris, to push her over the top to her climax. My tongue swirled around her sexual centerpoint and she began uttering shrill little sounds at the end of each breath.

I sucked her clit into my mouth again and flicked my tongue against it, faster and faster. Now her body was jerking continually. Finally, without forethought, I very lightly nipped the end of her clit between my teeth – and that did it.

Alex went rigid for a few seconds, except for a hissing intake of breath, and I felt her pelvis and thigh muscles tighten. The deep breath paused a long moment and became an even deeper sigh. Her cunt quivered and fresh vaginal juices, thick and sweet, dribbled down my chin. I slowed my pace to a lazy swirl and Alex jerked a little each time I touched her clit, which was now retreating into its sheath. Then I ceased my exertions and closed her legs and lowered her knees.

I gripped her hips and planted a lingering kiss at the bottom of that silky red triangle, and then laid my cheek on her thigh. I was worn out and my neck and shoulders were stiff, but I felt wonderful about the orgasm my sister had just experienced because of me.

Alex's hand stroked my temple and I swiveled my head to look up at her face. Her lovely green eyes were glowing with soft starlight and her face held both wonder and love.

"Michael…?" she whispered huskily. "C'mere…"

I got shakily to my knees and crawled the few feet to the pillow and let my head fall back on its coolness. Alex turned on her side, levered herself over to plant her elbows on either side of me, and slid her forearms under my shoulders. Her face was suspended above mine – my sun and my moon, I thought – and her trembling smile was so warm I felt like melting butter. She came slowly closer and kissed me thoroughly, running her tongue over my lips and eyelids, and finally fixing me with a steady gaze from two inches away. I stroked her back lightly.

"That's the first time," she breathed.

Not it's not, I thought. She's had orgasms before, I know she has. But she read my expression.

"It's the first time anyone but*me* has done that to me. And it was wonderful! I want you to make love to me, Michael, I want to go all the way with you. I thought I did before, and now I'm absolutely sure of it – and it will happen, I promise.

"You could have done it tonight, you know; I couldn't have stopped you. I wouldn't have wanted you to stop, I was off on another world somewhere. But you didn't, and I love you so much for that! I DO love you, Michael – do you understand? I know we're young and everything, but I also know I'll never feel about anyone else the way I do about you. I don't even have the words for it, except to just keep saying it over and over: I love you, Michael, I love you with all my heart." She blinked back tears.

I was near tears myself. Her beautiful face was so filled with fourteen-year-old conviction, I could only believe she meant what she said. And I was only a year older and I felt the same absolute love for her, so I*wanted* to believe it, desperately. I wrapped my arms about her as she clutched my shoulders.

"Nothing and no one will ever separate us," I said softly. "We'll be together forever, or as long as we both want to be. Alex, you know I love you so much I can hardly stand it."

And each of us, I knew, was wondering what the future held, thinking how we would have to struggle against a world that wouldn't understand. We hugged each other more tightly.

It was Fourth of July weekend. We felt older, I think – and we certainly were maturing more rapidly than most teenagers, because we had each other to practice with.

Some things had changed in the few months since our first sexual contact. For one thing, I was sleeping naked these days and Alex wore only bikini panties. Neither of us had any sense of modesty at all in each other's presence. I could walk into the bathroom while she was taking a bath and she wouldn't bat an eye; in fact, she watched with interest while I took a leak. Then she would come into my room naked and sit on the bed and talk while she dried her hair. At first, it was constantly exciting and distracting. Now, the excitement hadn't gone, but it remained at a comfortable level, even while we observed each other's continuing physical development.

We were becoming physically used to each other, though never bored. And while I often caressed her breasts and her upper body, and stroked her thighs and her buttocks when she rolled over on her stomach, I never attempted to get closer than a few inches from her pussy. Nor did she ever reach for my cock.

My sister had cuddled up close to me and fallen asleep while I read late again. I was beginning to doze off, too, and I turned my head sleepily to look at her before I doused the reading lamp.

She lay on her side in the crook of my arm, her head on my shoulder and her thick hair spread across the pillow. One arm and one leg were pressed up close against my side while the others were flung across me, half pinning my body to the bed. Her limbs were still as long as mine, though more slender, and every time she twitched in her sleep or shifted position slightly I felt the movement reverberate all through me.

I was acquainted with plenty of girls at school now, and had survived crushes on several of them – to Alex's amusement. All of them were generally considered "cute" or "pretty," but none of them even came close to my beautiful little sister, who was no longer so little.

I finally cut the light, settled the pillow behind my head, and fell asleep thinking of Alex. And apparently those thoughts produced a midnight erection. Alex awoke in the night, for whatever reason, and discovered the tent that my cock had formed under the sheets. She told me later that she was fascinated by my penis, had been for years, because it seemed to have a life and a will of its own. And since I was asleep, she felt at liberty to experiment and explore.