At home, we put our swimwear in the laundry, then ate dinner. Afterwards, Mom and Dad plopped down on the couch to watch TV. Bo and I said our good nights and retreated upstairs.
“I’m gonna be on my computer,” I told Bo when we got to my room.
“Are you really?” Bo asked, sounding a little crestfallen.
“Why, what do you wanna do?” I asked her, grinning.
“Uhm. I think you know,” she said meekly.
I shrugged. “Clueless.”
“Can we, um, cuddle?” Bo asked awkwardly.
“Your bed or mine?”
“Yaaaay!” she exclaimed, beaming. “Mine.”
“Okay.” I grinned. “Gonna be right over. Let me change into my pyjamas.”
“Oh yeah. See you in a minute!”
She went into her room, leaving the door ajar. I changed into my pyjamas while Bo did the same. I could hear the fluffing of her blanket as she crawled into bed. “Come on over,” she called.
My heart fluttered as I entered my sister’s room. The ceiling light was off, the room illuminated by soft, low light from her red-shaded bedside lamp. Only Bo’s head was visible above the blanket. The smile she gave me was innocent and sweet, but I found myself turned on all the same.
She scooted over as I slipped into her bed. I made myself comfortable, facing her. We just looked at each other for a while.
“You’re so beautiful,” I told her. “I have the biggest crush on you.”
“Awwww. I think you’re beautiful, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
We fell silent for a bit.
“I can’t believe that we’re… in love now,” Bo said.
“Me either. Alright, bedtime!” I put my hand over her face and covered her eyes.
“Heeey!” she protested, giggling. “It’s not bedtime yet. You said it was cuddle time!”
“I lied,” I told her, my hand still over her eyes. “It’s kissing time.”
I moved in and pressed my lips to hers. She gasped at the unexpected contact, then let out her breath in a shuddering sigh. I could feel her body trembling next to mine. I removed my hand from her face, but her eyes stayed closed as she eased into the kiss. Her warm breath caressed me.
“I forgot just how good this feels,” she murmured, her lips brushing against mine as she spoke.
“Yeah,” I agreed. “It’s only been a couple of hours, and I already miss it.”
She wrapped an arm around me, pressing her body against mine as we kissed. I felt heat building inside my chest, my pelvis, everywhere.
“Hold on,” I told her, coming up for air. “Can we try something?”
“Yeah,” she said.
I laughed. “You don’t even wanna know what it is?”
“No,” she said earnestly, looking into me with wide brown eyes.
“Oh, God,” I said, feeling overwhelmed. She trusts me, and she’s just as into this as I am. “Okay. Close your eyes and open your mouth a little.”
She did just that. I put my mouth back on Bo’s, matching the shape of her parted lips. Then I inched my tongue forward until it made contact with hers.
Immediately, she moaned. “Ohhhh!” Her breath quickened.
I kept moving the tip of my tongue against hers. Excitement pulsed through me like electricity. Once Bo got over her initial shock, she began to respond. Gently, gently, the tips of our tongues danced between our opened lips. I felt like my hair was standing on end. Small “mmm” sounds kept coming from Bo’s throat. Hearing them made my pussy ache. I started sliding my mouth against hers, drawing away from and back into our kiss. In between, Bo teased my lips with her tongue, sending crazy feelings throughout my body.
Cupping Bo’s face with my hand, I squirmed as close to her as possible. Our kisses were getting wild, almost frantic. We’re making out, I thought. I’m making out with my sister.
Bo tried to push her top leg in between mine. Instinctively, I let her do just that. I was halfway on my back now. Bo’s knee was near my crotch, not quite making contact but making me ache for it. I moaned.
Bo drew away from the kiss. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, catching my breath. “I’m just horny.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means I’m really turned on. It means I wanna… touch myself.” I glanced down between us.
Bo followed my gaze. “Oh.” She looked back at me with wide eyes, her cheeks red. “Your pussy?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“You can if you want to,” she whispered bashfully.
My mind was swimming with reasons why I shouldn’t do this, why it was a bad idea, but my pussy was positively throbbing, probably soaking wet by now, and my beautiful little sister was right here, pressed up against me, her face inches from mine, encouraging me to masturbate.
I put my mouth against Bo’s and drew a soft little kiss out of her. Our lips were still moist from making out. My pelvic area was glowing with erotic heat.
“Okay,” I said, looking behind me. “But I really oughta close our doors first.”
“Good idea.”
Bo withdrew her leg from between mine. Right away I yearned to have it back there, have her knee pressing against my crotch, but I forced myself to get up and close the door to my room, then hers.
Bo looked up at me from her bed, childlike and beautiful. And oh God, I was so hot for her. I knelt down on the bed straddling her, the blanket between our bodies. I leaned down and kissed her, shivering with pleasure when our tongues started to dance again. My hair was falling around our faces, creating an intimate curtain, hot and close and blurry. Bo squirmed beneath me, her body undulating against mine. My hips were moving of their own accord, shifting around, looking for friction. I was hungry for Bo and my kisses got sloppier as my need grew more intense. She was trying to keep pace, but I worried that all of this might be overwhelming her.
I forced myself to stop, pulling away from Bo just a bit. My hair was still curtaining off our faces. We were both panting hard in this little cave that was our world.
“Lisa,” Bo said, her voice somehow both husky and small.
“Yeah?” Bo didn’t respond, still catching her breath, looking up at me with dreamy eyes. Feeling naughty and very horny, in a sultry whisper I asked, “You want me to masturbate?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
Rising up, I climbed off of Bo. She scooted over to make room. I slipped under the blanket and settled in next to her, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. Bo sensed my nervousness. She smiled at me and parted her lips, wordlessly inviting me to kiss her.
It was tender, cozy, sisterly. It left no room for tension, no room for anything but warm, mushy feelings of love and desire. Staring into Bo’s eyes, I reached underneath the blanket and hooked my thumbs inside my pyjamas and panties, lifted my hips, pulled them down until my butt was uncovered, then lay back. My breath was trembling, my eyes still locked on Bo’s. I’m about to get off next to my baby sister.
I slid a hand down over my belly to my mons. With my legs barely open, my index and pinky finger glided over my thighs as the two inner fingers slid down to rest lightly on my pussy lips. I gasped at the contact, finding myself even wetter than I’d thought.
“Yeah?” Bo enquired gently.
“Yeah. I’m really wet,” I told her.
Her eyes widened. “Wet?”
“Yeah. Your pussy gets that way when you masturbate.” Maybe she hasn’t done it after all, I thought.
I took my hand from beneath the blanket and held it up. Even from here, I could smell myself. I spread my fingers apart, showing off how they glistened with my juices. “Wow,” Bo said.
I was tempted to lick them clean, but I thought Bo might be grossed out by that. Instead, I slipped my hand underneath the blanket and back between my thighs, dragging the two fingers up and down my wet lips, avoiding my clit for the moment. Even just teasing myself like this felt incredible as I lost myself in Bo’s gaze.
“You make me feel so hot inside,” I told her.
“I do?”
“Yeah. I’ve been wanting to touch myself all day.”
I inhaled sharply as my middle finger found my clit for the first time that night. I kept teasing myself, running my fingers all around my wet flesh and through my soaked slit, just making occasional contact with my clit.
“How does it feel?” she asked.
“Like heaven,” I sighed.
“You don’t mind that I’m watching?”
“Just makes it more intense.”
I whimpered as I began to focus on my clit. My touch was light at first, but it still felt incredible.
“Fuck.”
“Hmm?”
“It just feels so good… especially with you next to me…”
Suddenly Bo’s lips were on mine and she was kissing me, her tongue darting between my lips. I moaned into the kiss, a long, helpless, high-pitched sound. “Nnnnggg…” The world went swimming around me.
Then I felt her hand on mine, the one I was using to finger myself. She just let it rest gently on top, but the thought of her feeling my motions as I masturbated, the thought of her hand so close to my pussy — it had my mind reeling.
I thrust my hand further down. The access was narrow because of my position, so I could only dip the tips of my fingers inside my pussy, but it felt amazing nonetheless. Bo’s hand, still resting atop mine, was brushing my inner thighs. We were staring at each other, her eyes wide as moons, mine struggling to stay open, my brow furrowed. I bet I look pathetic, I thought. It turned me on even more.
Unable to help myself, I went back to my clit, rubbing just a little faster, using all my willpower to pace myself. I wanted it to last forever. I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore, so I turned my head to rest it on the pillow.
I felt Bo nuzzle into my hair and breathe right into my ear. It caught me by surprise, the sensation almost more intense than what my pussy was feeling. In an instant, Bo’s move pushed me over the edge I’d been riding so carefully.
It knocked the wind out of me. My thighs clamped down on our hands. I didn’t even make a sound as I came. My body was at a loss for the proper reaction to this.
For a good few seconds, I just tensed up, stiff as a board. Then my hips started jerking powerfully and erratically, entirely out of my control. I bit down on the knuckles of my left hand to keep myself from crying out. I was still coming, my hips weaker now but still twitching. I thought I was going to black out. Instead, one last convulsion came over me, and I finally breathed out a low, shuddering moan.
My thighs relaxed, letting go of their grip on our hands. I let mine rest there anyway, and apparently Bo was perfectly content to keep hers in place as well, patting and squeezing mine as if to commend it for a job well done. My chest was heaving, my breath rugged. I turned my head to look at Bo, my mouth as wide open as her eyes.
“Is it always this strong?” she asked. “I almost thought you were having a seizure.”
“Hang on… a mi… a minute,” I managed to pant. “Still… recovering.”
“Okay.”
Keeping herself busy in the meantime, she started planting soft little kisses all over my face. I’ve gone to paradise, I thought.
“No,” I told her once I’d caught my breath. “It always feels great, but that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah. I didn’t know it could feel this good. I started to come when you breathed in my ear.”
“Come… that’s another word for having an orgasm, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You really liked that, didn’t you?”
“Uh huh.”
Without warning, she leaned over me, breathing in my other ear. I moaned. It felt incredible, making my clit tingle. My legs squirmed.
Bo giggled. “Wow.”
“That’s right,” I said. “It’s… it just… it feels unbelievable.” She did it again. “Oooooohhhh!” My thighs squeezed our hands. “That’s amazinnng…”
“I think I found your other pleasure spot,” Bo teased.
“Yeah. Wow…”
Bo finally removed her hand from mine and raised it in front of her face. “You weren’t lying about being wet,” she said. “Even I got a little on me.”
“I’ll clean your fingers for you if you want,” I said, surprising myself. My inhibitions were gone. I was a sexy mess of a girl.
“I can just wipe them on my sheets,” she said, sounding both confused and amused.
“That’s not what I meant,” I said. “Check out how I do it.”
I took her hand by the wrist, guiding it to my mouth, put my lips around the tips of her fingers and gently sucked on them. There was barely anything on them, really, but I could definitely taste myself. Bo’s eyes widened again.
I shrugged. “I like the taste. And by the way, that was nothing. Look.”
Reaching back down, I ran two fingers through my folds to scoop up more, a bit surprised by just how wet I was. Even my thighs were soaked, and…
“Oh shit.”
“What?”
I could feel my face growing hot. “I think I made a puddle on your sheets.”
“Oh.” She giggled. “That’s okay. You’re the one who has to sleep in it.”
“Fair enough,” I said, more endorphins flooding through me at the thought of sleeping next to Bo.
Withdrawing that hand from between my legs, I brought it up to my face. It was practically dripping with creamy fluids. “Holy crap,” Bo said, leaning in to take a good look.
I licked the pussy juice from my palm first, then sucked my fingers clean one by one. The taste was strong. I almost got horny again, but only almost. Actually, I was spent, feeling myself drift towards sleep. It couldn’t be much later than 7:30, but it had been a long, eventful day and the orgasm had finished me.
I lifted my hips and wiggled my pyjamas and panties back into place, feeling my panties get soaked as they nestled into my crotch. Those are gonna make for a nice souvenir, I thought.
“I’m falling asleep,” I said. “Goodnight kiss?”
Bo made a face. “No offence, but… uhh…”
“Oh. Right.” Once again, I felt myself blush. My mouth did still taste like pussy.
“You’re still my favourite sister, though,” she said, giving me a kiss on each cheek before wrapping her arms around me, snuggling up close, her face nuzzled into my neck.
I kissed her on the head, whispering, “I love you, Bo.”
“I love you, too.”
Bo reached back and turned off the bedside lamp. I closed my eyes. Strangely, the darkness made everything more colourful.
Visions started playing before my inner eye, each scene fading into the next. Carrying Bo around, her arm wrapped around my neck. Walking up the stairs… “Did you wanna do something naughty with me?” Our first time behind the shed. Talking about us being in love, making it real. Our first kiss. Falling into each other.
Then there was Rebecca, nonchalant and cool and quirky and weird. Beautiful in a wild way, her hair floating all around her, her cute chubby tummy, those deep blue eyes. Rebecca kidnapping Bo. Both of them kidnapping me. Rebecca and Karin and Willi and Nick, a strange, beautiful family. Back behind the shed, now with Rebecca, sitting in a circle. Showing her how we kissed. Making her complicit, stealing her kisses, too. Raucous poolside fun with our families.
And, finally, back in bed with Bo. Making out for real, tongues and all. Her shy little voice… “You can if you want to.” My hand on my pussy, Bo’s hand covering mine. Her breath in my ear, making me come, now whisper-soft on my neck. The scent of her hair in my head. Her warm, blossoming body cozied up against me. Melting, melting, melting.
Eventually to appear at this site: Chapter 9!