Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

Lucy didn’t say a word. She reached back and unsnapped her black, lacy lingerie. She pulled it away and finally, her bare breasts hung free. They were better than I’d been picturing. Plump with phenomenally pert, pink nipples. I lost track of time. Of myself. My whole universe shattered by such a simple moment.

“Your turn,” Lucy said. I noticed she’d stopped humping the pillow completely. She was waiting for me to get set.

I stood up and shimmied my shorts and underwear down in one go. My dick popped up, sticking straight out, like an overwound jack-in-the-box. I grabbed it immediately. Unable to control my urge to stroke myself.

Now, it was Lucy’s turn to gasp. She stared up at my dick like it was an obelisk. A great and powerful object of desire.

“Wow,” Lucy said. It seemed she wanted to add to that sentiment, but her brain was no longer in the business of making words.

I sat down on the couch. My bare bottom stuck to the canvas. Lucy spun herself on the ground so she could tilt her head up and see.

“You like it?” I asked, repeating what Lucy had said before. “Is my cock really so amazing, big sis?”

“Stroke it,” Lucy said, “Show me. I need to see.”

Like I required a command by that point. My instincts had already kicked in. I gripped my dick and worked the loose skin back and forth. I was only using my hand, and dry at that, but it didn’t matter. It felt incredible.

Meanwhile, below me, Lucy began trembling as she took herself to town on the pillow.

“Oh, Dylan,” she said, “Feels so good. Your cock. So thick. Oh, I want it. Show me.”

With everything that had already happened, with all that we were doing, I wasn’t going to last long. Fortunately, neither was Lucy.

My older sister rolled up on her groin, pointed her massive tits to the sky, then stiffened. Froze in place. Eyes glazed over. Mouth open. Finally, she broke. She let out a short, sharp sob as the pleasure squeezed out of her.

At that same moment, my cock exploded in my hand. A huge gout of cum rocketed out and splattered on my sister’s face. I cried out as my orgasm overwhelmed me.

Lucy rolled over onto her back. She jammed her hand into her shorts and buried it in her pussy, working it like she was trying to rip the poor thing off. She stared up at me, eyes filled with hunger despite having already reached her peak.

I hit her chest with my second shot of semen. Splattered her face again with my third. My sister gasped and groaned as I bathed her in my essence.

Finally, I puddled onto the ground, splayed out next to my sister. The last of my spend leaked out over my fingers. Lucy rolled over and kissed my forehead again. She stank of pussy and sperm. Desire and satisfaction. Brother and sister, in a way we’re never supposed to experience.

“You got me,” Lucy said, gasping for breath, “Got me good.”

“Sorry,” I said.

“No way, that was awesome,” Lucy said. “Going to need a shower now though.”

“Me too,” I said.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Lucy didn’t miss what I was implying. For a moment, my big sister stared at me. She had my cum in her hair. On her massive tits. Both of us were barely clothed. Was I really asking for that much more?

To my surprise, my older sister actually seemed to consider my offer. But then she jumped up and skipped away.

*

July rolled into August. The heatwave ended, and while it wasn’t exactly comfortable, we left unbearable back in the rearview mirror. I thought, after everything that had happened, that we’d progress more. Maybe Lucy would repeat her performance and take her top off or ask me to show her my dick. But none of that happened. Instead, we went back to regular old pressing.

At least for a little while.

In the meantime, life didn’t stop moving around us. With time to school getting closer, needs outside of masturbating with my sister began to take precedence. We drove to County a couple of times to make sure everything was set with the registrar and to get our supplies for the year.

Our little sister, Lindsay, was getting ready for her last year of high school, and we helped her get set up. Lindsay was going to join us at County after high school, so we took her with us to see the campus, too.

Lucy and I did our usual chores — food shopping, laundry, cooking meals. My parents were still working like dogs, but our older sister, Jan, got a bit of a break midway through the month and we met her in the city for lunch. Jan made no mention of the previous ‘incident’ and certainly we had nothing to say about it.

In other words, we acted like perfectly normal siblings, enjoying our summer break as best we could, considering the circumstances. You’d never know we were slipping away for shared masturbation sessions every now and then.

Except we totally were.

“I want to try something different this time,” Lucy announced when I came into her bedroom. It was a random Wednesday and she’d found me in the laundry room, folding clothes. She’d given me the chin jut and here we were, getting ready to get off under the watchful eye of Link and Tom Nook, eyeing us from Lucy’s bedroom walls.

The fact that Lucy had spoken up at all already had me nervous. Sure, we talked dirty to each other during the act, but we never came out and discussed the mechanics of what we were up to. Not really.

I assumed Lucy meant that she wanted me to jerk off again. Which, I was totally up for. I was all prepared to let her know that I was fine with it (in exchange for a boob reveal, natch), when she swerved so hard it nearly knocked me over.

“I’m just thinking,” Lucy said, “Instead of using the floor or a pillow or whatever, it might be nice to try it together.”

I raised an eyebrow. Wasn’t that what we’d been doing?

“No, I mean, like. If you were pressing on me. And I was pressing on you. It might feel even better, you know?”

I was too shocked to respond. What was Lucy suggesting, exactly?

“We’d wear our clothes,” Lucy said, as if that made things better. “It would be the same as always. Sort of.”

It was that sort of that really set it apart, wasn’t it? I think some part of me was convinced, even after what we’d done during the movie, that this remained normal sibling behavior. That you could tell someone about it, and they wouldn’t stare at you in horror. I mean, I wasn’t going to proactively bring it up at parties or anything. But I thought it was something I could confess to if needed.

This, though — what Lucy was suggesting — was so close to actual sex with my sister, I didn’t know how to respond. Would I, like, touch her? Would we kiss? Would she grab my butt while I pressed against her?