Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

“What are you reading?” I asked. As if that was changing the subject.

“It’s OK so far,” Jennifer said, “I’ll send it to you later tonight. Though I doubt you’ll need it.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean moby dick down there looks like he’s going to blow any second,” Jennifer said, “When’s the last time you went?”

“Jennifer, I don’t know if I should be talking about this with you,” I said.

“I did it a couple of hours ago,” Jennifer said, “Right before you got back from work. You’d think that would be enough, but it seems like I need it every few hours now.”

I looked down at my phone, but my sister was still staring at me. Dammit.

“Couple of days, I think,” I said.

“You don’t remember?” Jennifer asked.

“Fine. It was last Saturday. Happy?”

“You’ve gone five whole days without? Fuck, I can barely make it through five hours!”

“I like to, um, edge it a little,” I said. I felt my face grow hot. Unbearable in this heat.

“You mean, like, you work yourself up with the stories and then stop?” Jennifer asked, “And you do this for days? Sounds painful.”

“It can be,” I said, “But after building up like that? When I go? It’s on a whole other level.”

“You feel the pleasure of it more?”

“Everything is more,” I said, “It feels great, yes, but it also lasts way longer, and I produce more, um, stuff. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with my little sister.”

Well, that was it. I was telling Jennifer about my masturbation habits. We’d gone well beyond what could be considered acceptable. Then she pushed things even further.

“I want to see it,” Jennifer said.Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

WHAT?!

“What you described, it sounds so intense,” Jennifer continued, “I want to see what it’s like.”

“Jennifer, I don’t know.”

“It’s been five days. Is that enough time to make it, like, big?”

I stared at my sister in shock. “No. No way,” I said.

“I can see from here that you’re primed,” Jennifer said, “That story you’re reading? When you get to page six it’s going to put you over the top. I promise you. You might not even need to touch yourself. So, it’s going to happen anyway.”

“If it does” I said, “It’ll happen in the privacy of my own room like always.”

“Why?” Jennifer asked. She gave me a coy smile, her green eyes wide. Innocent with just a bit of naughtiness.

“It’s not right,” I said, “Brothers and sisters shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t see each other naked?” Jennifer asked, “Share dirty stories with each other? Talk about how they jerk off? And siblings definitely shouldn’t cum together, right? But Matt, every night we read these stories, go off to our separate bedrooms, and get off. Tell me you don’t think about it sometimes. How I’m right in the other room, cumming the same time you do.”

I couldn’t say no because that would be a lie. But I couldn’t say yes, either.

“See,” Jennifer said, “So it’s the same as before. Only we actually get to see it. Share it.”

I don’t know what I was thinking. Actually, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t thinking at all. My horny hardness had taken control. Because the next words out of my mouth were, “You’ll do it, too?”

“Are you kidding? If that cock goes off half as good as you say it does, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

I took a deep breath. Like this was actually something I could rationally consider. I didn’t realize how far I’d left rational behind until I tried looking. It was so far back it was barely a blip. Well before we’d started sharing stories — maybe as far back as me agreeing to host my sister in my little apartment — I’d thrown sensible to the side. It was well beyond my reach now.

Still, I pretended like I had self-control.

“Clothes stay on,” I said.

“Of course,” Jennifer said.

“I’ll just reach into my shorts.”

“Same.”

“I’m going to need some tissues,” I said.

“I’ll go get them,” Jennifer said, “You keep reading.”

I settled into the story. Sank into the couch. If I thought about what I was about to do, I got nervous. Instead, I drew myself into the story and let my surroundings slip away. At one point, I felt my sister climb back onto the couch. Her bare leg brushed mine. I didn’t dare look up.

I became very aware of my dick, sticking up as straight as I’d ever felt it. Without even making the conscious decision, I had my hand around my cock. Began stroking up and down. Moving along with the pace of the story. It got to the point where the brother was about to enter his sister. I slicked my hand, then wrapped it back around my dick. As interactive as I could get.

I looked over at Jennifer. She was staring straight at me. She’d slipped her shorts and panties to the side. Her little hands were buried in her crotch. Rubbing in time with my strokes. I swear I could smell her arousal. Like I needed even more stimulation.

I lost track of where I was in the story. I looked at my sister while I worked my cock. She gazed right back at me.

“Good?” She asked, barely a whisper.

I nodded. “G-good?” I asked back.

“Yes,” she said, “You close?”

I nodded again. Went to lick my hand again, but Jennifer stopped me.

She leaned forward, just enough, and let her spit drip down over my dick. I looked at her with awe and anxiety. My gorgeous sister drooling on my cock. Still stroking her own sex. I couldn’t see around her underwear, but it looked like she had a couple fingers buried inside herself. The other hand tickled at her clit.

I spread my sister’s saliva over my dick and began stroking again. I wasn’t far along now.

“Tell me,” Jennifer said. She wasn’t hiding it anymore. Breathing hard. Cheeks flushed. Eyes wide. “Tell me when you’re going to cum.”

“Close,” I said.

“Do it,” Jennifer said, dragging that last word out. Making it even dirtier than before. “Cum for me.”

“AH!” I gasped. The pleasure arced through my cock and exploded across my body. My vision thinned. All I could see was my sister’s eyes, practically popping as my first stream of sperm burst forth.

The orgasm was overwhelming. More than I could have anticipated. Better than any edging had ever brought me. I felt my dick pumping in my hands. Warm spatters splashing everywhere. My hips shook. My arms trembled.

Faintly, I heard my sister gulp out, “Oh God.” Distant, I could feel her own, thin legs bumping against mine. Then the ecstasy washed over me, and everything went blank.

Finally, I felt my cock go soft. The last of my ejaculate spilled onto my fist. I opened my eyes. Jennifer was looking at me with a mix of satisfaction and indignation. Unintentionally, I’d covered my sister in my sperm. Big cummy stains on her shirt. I’d even managed to hit her face; a trail of clear-ish white dripped down her cheek.

Jennifer saw me staring and laughed. Using the tissues I’d told her to get, she wiped my semen from her face. For a second it looked like she was about to put some in her mouth, but she stopped herself. “Fuck, that was incredible,” she said.

“Yours or mine?” I asked. I was leaning back on the couch, blown. Even taking my hand off my flaccid dick felt like too much effort.

“Both!” Jennifer said, as if her answer were obvious, “I’ve never seen a guy cum so much. That was epic.”

“You’ve seen a lot of guys do that, then?” I asked.

“None of your business,” Jennifer said. I raised an eyebrow at her. At this point, could she truly claim that anything was inappropriate for me to ask? “Fine. Twice. You were the third. You?”

“Beth didn’t do those things,” I said, “Or if she did, she didn’t want me to watch. Honestly, though, I was so worked up by what I was doing, I didn’t really get to see you.”

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to do it again, then,” Jennifer said.