Wild Afterglow
This is a story resulting from my last visit to my brother’s house. I had been recently divorced and since my sister and I hadn’t talked in many years, he was all I had to turn to. To be honest, it was his wife, really, that talked me into visiting for a few weeks as a change of scenery. On the rare occasions I called my brother, I’d usually spent more time talking to Clara, even if he was home. They had a small family and it would be a nice distraction. Turned out it was exactly what I needed.
A quick bit about my sister and I: we get along, or got along, as in we really got along very well. We’d both been sexually active since our mid-teens. Well, she was anyway, if you can count sucking my brother’s cock. It sounds shocking to say it like that now, but at the time and in the light of what I haven’t said yet it seemed innocent and natural enough.
Now you may have read between the lines when I said “got along”, I meant as in sexually. I don’t consider myself a full lesbian, but in our teens it was less a matter of desire than of curiosity, experimentation and proximity - at least at first.
It may have been an offshoot of that phase where my sister, her name is Bethany by the way – we call her Bet, would occasionally let my brother Ben cum in her mouth. Occasionally… only if I mean that birds occasionally sing, or bees occasionally buzz. I think that was where the whole concept of siblings being able to conveniently please each other sexually came from.
The first time she let me watch, I had to do from inside the bedroom closet, peeking out between the wooden slats of the door. She had prepared me for the show, especially about how boys did orgasms – it sounded very messy at the time (and I guess it still is).
He had shown her how to grip his penis with both hands and pump it back and forth while squeezing, and put her mouth over the tip of it, which she seemed barely able to do. From what I could see she had the stroking down pretty good though. The idea being that when the orgasm happened it would fill her mouth and she would basically drink it (I can still hear her explaining it to me). And she had taken her shirt off – she told me one time when the cum came out she started to gag, pulled away, and a lot of it got on her shirt – and we were smart enough to consider that our mom might notice semen on her daughter’s clothes and wonder what in Sam Hill was going on, so ever since then she took her shirt off first and always kept a little facecloth handy. Her breasts were smaller at that time, but her areolas were wide and puffy. Her little nipples were prominent and stiff like pencil erasers, I noticed – and they weren’t like that all the time.
My brother was rubbing her hair gently at first and whispering nice things like, “Pretty Bet, pretty, pretty Bet…”
She was smiling and making little licks all around the head of his penis, he liked to be licked there, “You’re just saying that because I’m your favorite sister.” She said, and she flashed her green eyes in my direction. I wasn’t the least bit jealous, really.
She kept stroking and licking and he was saying more nice things, but soon he was holding onto the red pigtails she often wore, saying, still quiet but with a measured firmness, “Suck it, suck it you little slut…” and pushing his penis so she would put it further into her mouth. A few times it slid out, all wet and covered in spit, and Bet would have to get the tip back in between her lips while he was moving it all around, sliding it against her cheeks. Finally he got his rhythm back, and the head of his penis slid in and out in time with Bet’s stroking. He moaned, “Fuuck, fuuuck -” then his body got all jerky - Bet’s eyes got wide as he must have been coming into her small mouth, but she kept pumping. And this time, it was good that she had taken off her shirt because she had to pull her head back, sputtering. The thick liquid poured from her mouth in a big gush down her chin and neck – just as another spurt of cum came out of my brother’s penis and splattered onto her neck. I remember the feeling of wetness and excitement between my legs to this day. Her stiff nipples were already dripping with cum - and he spurted again! It all dripped down her belly and started to soak her panties. How she ever was able to swallow any of it before I have no idea, because that’s how she says it usually happened.
Later she told me that it had been almost two days since he had done it, and that’s why there was more than usual, and also “I told him you were going to watch – and I think that made him want to cum more. It was my idea to make you hide though.”
Normally, my brother was insatiable, using Bethany at least once a day – twice if he could. And for her part, she was always willing. I have learned that our family has quite an appetite for sex.
I remember many times watching her suck my brother off; hiding in a closet or pretending I was asleep on the couch or the bed. After that time when her panties got soaked by my brother’s cum (my brother had to clean them by hand) she’d figured out that she had to do it completely naked (socks were pretty safe). The other change was that she began using her fingers to play with her pussy while she had his cock in her mouth, and sometimes she’d cum, too.
He never did anything with me, or anything else with Bet (as in, no fucking and he never touched her - well except for his hands on her hair – or his penis in her mouth). She told me that one time he asked her to do it for the third time in one day - she told him to go ask Gloria (that’s my name, by the way – I don’t have a nickname like Bet, even though I tried for a while to get people to call me “Glow”). He said something like “One sister blackmailing me is enough.” – meaning Bet would make him do the dishes when it was her night, or like even make her bed sometimes, or paint her nails and worse. And I think it’s also because during those six or eight months where Bet was willing, he hadn’t yet been dating girls for real. He must have been 18 or 19 at the time, but all of sudden he had a car and it seemed he had one girlfriend right after another – no time for his little bratty sisters, even if one had become his personal “little blow-job slut”. Then in an eye blink he was off to college, and it was just my sister and I.
II
As I said, I think she and I really got started as an extension of the experiences with my brother and the private exploration of our own bodies. As soon as Bet figured out that if she touched herself the right ways she would cum like our brother did (less messily, of course, because girls are better at everything) – we both spent a lot of time touching our own bodies, if shyly and in private at first.
Thinking back at everything we did, I have to come to the conclusion that our parents were completely oblivious. At least as oblivious to us as we were to them – because I have no idea what they were doing. That is a completely separate topic – suffice to say that they were not, and are not, a significant part of our lives.
Anyway, as much as we tried to keep our masturbating to ourselves we pretty much always knew when the other one was doing it. We shared the same room and our twin beds were only a foot and a half apart. We weren’t overt about it even, usually waiting until a little while after bedtime, under the covers and by the dim moonlight. She or I would pretend not to notice when the other one was doing it, but for me, even if I hadn’t planned on it, as soon as I heard her gentle mewing, and the sound of wetness being explored, I’d be filled with lust and had to, as quietly as I could, bring myself off too.
Eventually when one of us would start then the other would just unceremoniously start too. I remember one night looking over at Bet, and she was looking right back at me, her eyes smoky with her efforts. As we kept that eye-contact, we were soon both stifling our moans and eventual orgasms. I came quicker and harder than ever before that night.
When we would masturbate in separate beds, I would wonder about what it would feel like to have my brother “fuck” my mouth; if he would call me pretty when he did it. And what I would do when all that cum came spurting out - I kept picturing Bet’s fingers slide inside her vagina, too. Why was Bethany getting all the attention?
I’m not sure when it became more, but we eventually dispensed with hiding our bodies or what we were doing to them. Our parents’ bedroom was fully on the other side of the house and the creaky stairs gave us plenty of time to cover up. We must have been a sight, two slight-framed teenage girls with wandering hands, stark naked in the dimly lit room.
We would regularly masturbate together, each in our own bed, each trying some position or technique, the other copying it: on our stomachs diddling our clits (my favorite to this day), on our back with legs spread wide, fingers in our vaginas – when I pressed one moist fingertip into my asshole, my almost immediate shuddering orgasm led Bet to try the whole finger – she always had to be a little bit better, do a little bit more. On other nights, we would see who could cum first, or who could last the longest doing the same technique.
And then one night, as I lay on my back with my eyes closed, squeezing and pinching my nipples; seeing how far just that would get me - I felt her press her body onto the edge of my mattress. It made me freeze; covering my (then) small breasts with my hands in surprise, but I kept my eyes tightly shut, for fear of losing the moment. Part of me had wanted her to touch me like I always touched myself.
Soon I felt her warm hand against my thigh, rubbing gently up and down - the hand crept toward my tummy, pulling electric tingles along with it. Then both hands were rubbing all over the skin below my belly-button, skirting the edges of my already throbbing young pussy. When one small hand covered my moist mound, I couldn’t help sucking in a breath of anticipation. I heard her say, “Okay?” and I quickly nodded, “Please...”