Sibling Revival-ry Ch. 02

"Just messing with you, bro!" she chirped, spinning away from me and bolting upstairs. "I'm going out. See you this afternoon!" she called as she went.

I looked at my chest. Funny, there didn't seem to be anything there, but it was almost as though I could still feel her tits against me.

My little voice moved the line again.

***

Two days later, we were in the family room again. Natalie was propped up on one end of the leather couch, legs spread, fingers furiously trying to make up for lost time. The movie playing was one from her secret collection this time, surprisingly an all girl film, with a mixture of body types, from skinny /athletic to buxom and voluptuous. Natalie's eyes were alternately taking in my hard cock and scene on screen, which was currently a brunette munching a blonde's pussy enthusiastically.

I wasn't complaining. Girl /girl scenes were high on my hot list, and I was watching quite intently as well, though I did turn to look at my sister quite often. She was pounding three fingers home, making squelchy, sucking noises with her pussy, literally dripping wet. A small puddle was forming under her ass.

Natalie was moaning loudly, watching as the brunette flicked her tongue around the blonde's clit, and dipped it into her gooey pussy.

"Oh fuck, I love oral!" she gasped, continuing to work her fingers into herself. "Do you?" she hissed, surprising me yet again.

"Giving or getting?" I asked, the words barely out of my mouth before I realized how stupid that was. I doubt there was a man on the planet that would turn down a blowjob. "Sorry, that was a dumb question, wasn't it?"I laughed, watching the movie and stroking firmly." Yes, I like to lick pussy."

"Any good at it?" she moaned, whimpering urgently.

"What? Is there a test? I've only had a few chances. No one complained," I replied, wondering where this was going.

"Oh god, l could so use a tongue on my clit right now!" she groaned, looking at me, begging without saying a word.

My little voice started to clear his throat.

"Are you sure, Natalie? Once we do this, there's no going back."

She mulled it over for a few seconds, proving she wasn't a complete slut, but in the end, desire won out.

"Yes... I'm sure... I know it's wrong, but I can't help it! I'm begging you... please lick my pussy!"

Silently, I moved into position. She pivoted her body, so I could kneel, putting her feet on my shoulders, and pulling me closer. When my face got within reach, she grabbed my hair and tugged, trying to pull my mouth onto her cunt.

"Please! I need to cum so bad! Uhn, please!"

I could smell her. The bright pink interior folds were visible, and visibly soaked, as her engorged labia pouted open, like a sexy orchid. Both hands were in my hair now, and her hips were rising and falling. I'd never seen anyone so completely lost in need.

"Please... please... please..." she hissed.

She was my sister, and right now, only I could help her. I pointed my tongue, and touched her clit.

"YESSSSS!" she gasped, twitching her pussy. "DON'T STOP! EAT ME!"

Remember when I found the towel she squirted on, and tasted it? How about when she sprayed my hand, and I licked it off? Then she fed me some of her juices by hand. Every time, it was delicious. Now, I pressed my lips around her pussy, and tasted the source directly.

Ambrosia, mixed with honey, butter and brown sugar. Something along those lines. Now she'd done it. There was no way to stop me.

I plunged my tongue deeply, probing her moist crevice for more of the succulent fluids, finding them aplenty. Natalie's legs wrapped tightly around my head, making escape impossible, but who was trying to escape, anyway? Certainly not me. I sucked, licked, flicked, caressed, explored... slurped, slorped and generally consumed her sex, while she moaned gleefully.

Natalie twisted her body and gasped again when my tongue swirled around her clit.

"Oh yes... Right there! Please, right there! Don't stop... Don't stop... Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop!"

I didn't, concentrating my attention on her little love bud, sucking it in between my lips, and she went nuts, screaming obscenities that were muffled by her thighs attempting to crush my skull. I heard something like 'm... ming', and my world got very wet.

She squirted... gushed... sprayed... flooded... pick a descriptive for a sudden influx of moisture, they'd all apply, and my tongue was the cork. Her prodigious output was way more than I could handle, splashing my face, and dripping off my chin down my chest.

Finally her thighs quivered and released me, her body slumping limply, slipping off the couch. Her eyes were open, but unfocused, her breathing ragged and desperate, while she moaned softly.

I let her recover, while I surveyed my wet chest. Well, I was foolish enough to stare down the barrel of a loaded gun, so getting hosed shouldn't have been a surprise. Suddenly, something pushed me over, onto my back. I turned to see Natalie smiling at me.

"In the future," she laughed, taking my temporarily neglected but still rock-hard cock in her small hand, "if anyone asks if you're any good at licking pussy, you may answer honestly that you're fucking incredible! To that I will attest! Now... My turn! "

She pounced on me, stuffing my dick into her mouth, and sucking fervently. Her lips danced along my shaft, pairing with her wet tongue to rapidly bring my balls to a boil. She bobbed, licked, stroked and sucked, cupping my balls with her free hand, and moaning encouragement, until the fuse was well and truly lit. My hips started an involuntary fucking motion, and she knew what was cumming next, looking into my eyes.

"Oh shit, Natalie... I'm cumming!" I grunted, filling her mouth with scalding semen. She gulped it down, but she had asked for a big load, even making me abstain, so the volume was more than she could handle. The excess dripped down my shaft, but she was conscientious with her cleaning, only sitting up when she'd consumed every drop. She licked her fingers, and giggled.

"So, I guess we're way beyond naked videos on our phones, huh?" she laughed.

"Um, yeah," I chuckled, sitting up and holding my fingers an inch apart, "just a smidgen."

"Then I guess," she whispered, getting that look in her eye again, "there's no reason not to do this." She stood, stepped over and straddled my lap. She mashed her chest into mine, and kissed me hard, and much more enjoyably than the last time her lips had touched mine. Then, it had been a distraction, but this was far more passionate. "Thanks for helping me with my... um... problem. You're the best brother ever."

***

The phone rang. I was in the kitchen, and answered it. We were probably the last family in town that had a phone... with a cord! Not quite a museum piece with a rotary dial, but still a wall phone with a tether. We had cordless ones elsewhere in the house, but time had stood still in the kitchen. It was Mom.

"Hi Mom!," I said, genuinely happy to hear from her and Dad.

That's when Natalie walked into the kitchen, and I knew I was in serious trouble.

She was naked, and had that look in her eyes. You know, that look... like a tiger gives to its prey, just before the fur flies. I was only wearing my underwear, not much beyond naked myself. She started to caress my crotch, pressing her body against me, and generally doing everything she could to break my concentration. It's not like I could run away, as the cursed cord had me anchored in place, and I couldn't tell Mom what might have been distracting me. Somehow, I don't think she'd understand.

I was holding it together pretty well, doing my best 'palace guard' impression and ignoring her antics. Mom was giving me the rundown on their trip so far, and asking me how things were going at home, another question I couldn't answer honestly. The conversation was going smoothly... until Natalie found my weakness. Well, any man's weakness, really.

She quickly dropped to her knees, peeled my shorts off, and...

I gasped. She surprised me, engulfing my semi erect dick in her warm, wet mouth. My reaction did not go unnoticed on the other end of the line.

"Are you okay?" Mom asked. "You made a funny sound."

"Hmmmm? Oh... Yeah Mom, I'm fine," I said, trying desperately not to sound like someone was sucking my cock,, let alone that the sucker was my sister. "Um... the TV's on, and something I saw surprised me." Like my cock disappearing into my hot sister's mouth, for starters.

Mom's voice started to sound like it was getting farther away. My head was starting to spin as Natalie's lips worked their magic on my cock. Mom's words broke through the haze, just in time.

"So, what's Natalie been up to? You two are getting along okay, right? I know she can be difficult, but try not to forget she's your sister."

"Okay Mom, I'll try to, um, remember that," I said as evenly as possible through clenched teeth. If only there was a mute button on this old phone, I'd have a chance. As it was, Natalie had me literally by the balls, which she was tonguing right now, driving me insane. I went old school, covering the receiver with my hand, and hissed at her.

"For god's sake Natalie... I'm begging you! Please... not now! You know who this is! Are you trying to get us killed?"

She stopped licking my scrotum, and smiled up at me.

"No," she whispered, "just seeing how well you can concentrate. You're doing well." She dropped her mouth over my shaft again, sucking with more fury than before. Her hands were a flurry of activity, stroking me, diddling my balls and grabbing my ass.

"Honey, did you hear me?" I heard distantly, "I asked if your sister was home? If so, I'd like to talk to her."

"Um, sorry Mom... I'm in the kitchen." I mimed 'you phone talk' to Natalie, who was watching me intently with her big blue eyes while she sucked me silly. She shook her head, and sucked harder, bobbing up and down.

"No, Mom... Um... Natalie... No... Not home... Um..." I stammered, reaching the limit of my ability to resist her.

"I'm only getting parts of what you're saying, Honey. That old kitchen phone must finally be packing it in," Mom said, thankfully coming to a far less damning conclusion than I had hoped. "I should let you go anyway... long distance and all that. Say 'Hi' to your sister for me. I Love You."

"Will... do... Love you, too. Bye." I dropped the receiver on the hook, and took a deep breath, looking down at my slut sister, her lips stretched over my shaft as her head moved up and down. She was asking for it.

I grabbed her head with both hands, and started to fuck her face. Her mouth made sloppy, wet, slurping noises, and she moaned, grabbing my ass with both hands as well. She pulled my rod deeper into her mouth.

"You started it, Natalie," I grunted. "Now you're going to get it! Swallow this!"

My balls erupted, bathing her tonsils with all the gentleness of an over pressurized firehose. She gulped and swallowed, but had no chance to keep up. I continued to fuck her mouth, and she gagged, streams of cum running out of the corners of her plump lips, trickling down to drip off her chin onto her tits. When my hips stopped their involuntary motions, she was able to catch up, sucking the dregs from my balls with an enthusiastic moan of glee. Finally she pulled away, her lips popping as they slipped off the end of my dick. I leaned against the wall, and she sat back on her haunches, an obscene fu manchu moustache of cum around her mouth and chin.

"Mom," I panted, watching her lick her fingers , "says Hi."

Natalie started to giggle, cum strings swinging from her chin. When I laughed back, she escalated, and within seconds we were both howling. Eventually, we wound down, but I couldn't keep a straight face. She had my cum all over her. If Mom only knew what her precious daughter had been doing while we talked. Well... I'm sure she wouldn't have found it as funny as we did.

We had three nights left before our parents came home. I wanted them to be special. Later that afternoon, I tracked her down in the backyard. She was getting some sun in that bikini, the one that would give Mom a stroke. I sat next to her.

"Natalie," I said, "will you sleep with me tonight?"

"I'd love to, but our beds are too small," she replied.

"Well... you know... there's a perfectly good king-sized bed going unused for three more days," I suggested, arching my eyebrows.

"Mom and Dad's bed? Are you crazy? We couldn't do that!" she gasped. "Could we?"

"I won't tell them if you don't," I laughed.

"Fair enough," she smiled, "You're on!" She thought for a few seconds, then turned to me and peeked over her sunglasses at me. "You know... sleeping together could lead to, well... Sleeping together. Are you okay with that?" Her blue eyes reached into my soul, and beat the little voice into submission.

"A few days ago? No... Now? In for a penny, in for a pound," I said, surprising myself.

"Okay!" she giggled. "I look forward to it."

Hours later, after a nice dinner together... not another pizza... My sister actually cooked, and it was good... I was in my room, listening to music. Natalie had been flitting around the house like a moth on crack all evening. I got the district impression she was excited about something. I know I'm just a man, and hence as dumb as a post when it comes to reading women, but even I could figure this one out.

She raced past my room in the hallway, and I heard the TV in my parents room come on. They had a bigger flat screen than either of us, so I figured Natalie was just getting comfortable. About an hour later, I heard a voice.

"Oh honey, are you coming to bed?" She was playing the domestic thing full tilt.

"Soon!" I called out, without moving. Tomorrow was Saturday, so neither of us had any classes or jobs to attend. Time was not an issue.

I guess soon wasn't soon enough for her. A minute later, she peeked around the corner. I would have expected her to be naked, given she had been sans clothing about half the time since our parents left, but she wasn't.

She stepped in wearing a beautiful baby-blue negligee. Styled like an evening gown, long, and softly draped across her from the waist down, it snugly encased her upper body in satiny lace, wrapping up over one shoulder. A teardrop cutout put her cleavage on display. She looked incredible, and I was speechless.

"Wow!" I gasped, when I was able, "that's some nightgown. Yours?"

Natalie laughed. "No... This is far beyond my budget. It's Mom's. I'm actually surprised she didn't take it on the trip. Maybe it doesn't fit anymore," she wondered, tugging at the fabric that cradled her magnificent breasts so nicely.

"Well it sure fits you!" I grunted. "Um, Nats, I know we're going to be using their bed tonight, but... Isn't wearing Mom's nightgown a bit much? Sleeping with my sister is freaky enough. Don't bring Mom into it too." My little voice had found something else to scream about, but in so doing, had attracted my dick's attention. I suddenly wondered what Mom's even bigger tits would look like spilling out of that gown.

"I was just going through her closet, found it, and wanted to try it on. Don't you think it's pretty?" she asked, twirling for my inspection. 'Pretty' didn't quite cover it ; it was gorgeous.

"Yes it is, and so are you," I replied, taking in the view.

"I'll take it off before we go to bed, I promise. But," she laughed moving closer, "you should see some of the other stuff I found in there. She's got lots of lingerie, and some of it's a bit kinky. Who knew our Mother was a sexpot?"

Who knew my sister was an incestuous slut? I thought, declining to comment on my Mother.

She smiled at me, and wiggled her sexy ass to the doorway, where she paused and looked longingly over her shoulder. "Are you... cumming... Darling?" she giggled, and left without waiting for an answer.

"Ooooooo boy," I breathed, "I'm in so much trouble."

I turned off the music, and followed her, dousing my light as I left. It was only a few steps to my parents room, but felt longer.

When I walked in, Natalie was nowhere to be found, but seconds later she reappeared out of Mom's closet, thankfully naked again. That negligee had thrown me for a loop. She slipped into the bed, and that's when I noticed that there were satin sheets on it.

"Were these sheets on here before?" I asked, my mind filled with images of my Mother writhing on the bed, luxuriating in the sensual feel of the satin on her skin.

"No, I'm washing the ones that were, and found these in the closet too. Negligee, lingerie and satin sheets... you do the math. I figured we'd have fun with these, then change them back, later," she said evenly. "They feel wonderful!" she giggled, rubbing the fabric over her breasts. She slid it down, showing her nipples, which were standing up like radio antennas. "See?"

I guess there's no point fighting this, I thought, joining her in the bed. The sheets really did feel great. She was giving me a look.

"Um, what are you doing?" she asked, crossing her arms under her abundant chest, making her breasts look even more enticing.

"Coming to bed?" I asked, knowing it was an incomplete answer.

"Well... had a shower, and brushed my teeth, before I came to bed. I also I got undressed."

"Yes dear," I sighed, easing out of the bed. I dropped my underwear, and headed for the shower. When I returned, in about ten minutes, Natalie was watching porn on the TV.

"Look what else I found?" she giggled. "In Mom's underwear drawer! Along with two vibrators and a twelve inch dildo. She's got good taste in porn though. The girls are all very hot, with nice, big tits. I mean, look at the rack on her," she gestured to the brunette on screen, with implants so big they almost looked painful.

"I think she overdid it a bit!" I groaned.

"Well yeah, I guess she did, but what do you, personally, think of breast implants?, she prodded.

"Why the sudden interest?" I asked, looking at her gorgeous boobs. "You sure don't need to worry about it. Your breasts are perfect!"

"Thank you," she blushed, "I'm just curious what you think, that's all."

"Honestly?" I laughed.

"Of course," she replied.

"Well," I exhaled, "I, personally, feel that boobs are great, and within the parameters of a nice body, the bigger they are, the better. Natural is preferable, but I myself don't care if a woman's tits are original equipment, or aftermarket accessories. As long as they're present, naked, and accessible."

"Fair enough," she giggled, turning off the TV.

The room went dark, but I felt her move beside me. The soft, warmth of her body gently slid on top of me, until her chest was pressed firmly into mine. I sensed her breath, warm and sweet, then felt the delicious softness of her plump lips on mine. This kiss was neither a distraction nor a thank you ; rather, this was an invitation, one I'd happily accept.

When I was five, I thought I wanted to marry my sister, because I loved her. Cute, but naive. When I grew up a little, I was told that having such thoughts about my sister was wrong. Then we grew up... oh boy, did she ever... and I started to lust after her sexy body. After much consternation, I had recently decided that given the chance, I would not refuse her charms.

I kissed her back, for the first time, and once she felt my willing participation, her lips parted, eagerly admitting my tongue. She was a really good kisser. It took about twenty minutes for us to come up for air. I rolled us over, and she cooed happily, wrapping her legs around me.

"Do you really think my breasts are perfect?" she asked quietly.