#4

  It was the best orgasm Sarah ever experienced and it seemed to st forever and not long enough as she opened her mouth to scream with pleasure but emitted no sound.

  She screamed, quaking against my face, fucking it and cumming hard, soaking me from forehead to lips, her viscous fluid dripping off my chin.

  I didn’t stop, though, and continued working her cunt over, drinking in her slick and worshiping her sex. I felt like I could do this all day.

  It was amazing. It was good- though not good in a literal sense, but to me, it was incredible that I feasted on her quivering cunt until I felt the wave of her orgasm end, and untched with a loud, sloppy wet noise.

  The sensation of her hard bundle of muscle twitching in after image on my tongue was something I’d never felt before.

  After a while, her body fell on the couch, twitching. Her pupils were dited, her mind bnk, looking like she had been pyed with.

  I admired her unkept appearance, enjoying the fact that I was the one to push her to this point.

  I feel like a sculptor who has just created his greatest masterpiece. And yes, probably, they felt this way as well, enamored by the sight of their masterpieces.

  After a short while, her breath started to go slowly, she looked at me and saw my face full of her cum.

  "Oh, I am so sorry! I didn't intend on dirtying you like this."

  She frowned and pulled my face from the soggy cmp of her strong thighs, tilting it up.

  She cupped my face and looked at me worriedly.

  Right now, the lower half of my face from my chin to my nose was coated in a shiny yer of my sister’s slick, fueling my arousal, with the smell and taste of her sex – which made me extremely aware of my painfully hard boner, throbbing so insistently I could feel each pulsation halfway down my thighs.

  She hurriedly grabbed the clean towel beside her and started wiping my face while apologizing.

  It seems like she thought I would get angry… why would I?

  “It’s fine,” I said, grabbing her hand to stop her from wiping my face with the towel.

  She was rubbing it so hard, I felt like she was trying to peel my skin off.

  Fortunately, the towel was 100% cotton, and it seemed to be made of something special since it was way softer than a 100% cotton towel I knew.

  “I’m okay… it is not dirty. You taste sweet sis." I teased.

  Sarah looked at me in surprise before a strange smile appeared on her lips.

  “Really? It’s not gross?”

  “If it’s, I would not be having a facial, right now.”

  Sarah looks at me and I look at her. Then suddenly, her arms encircled me and mine went up around her neck. She pulled me until I was sitting in her p, my legs on either side of her.

  It was a strange position for a man to be in, but she beat me in strength, and before I knew it, I was straddling her.

  I tilted my head up and we were looking directly into each other's eyes; something that I'd longed to do for months.

  Then without a word, her lips brushed mine lightly at first, then a little harder until the kiss deepened and our tongues mingled, dancing back and forth between our mouths.

  The feeling was electric.

  All of my senses were aroused being there with her.

  Neither of us was sure how fast to move, but neither of us attempted to break the embrace either.

  I felt her hands rubbing my back, going up to my neck and down my spine, resting at the small of my back, and then moving again.

  I took my lead from her and began to do the same.

  We sat there on the couch in the center of the room for several minutes just holding, caressing, and kissing each other.

  It was so wonderful.

  None of the awkwardness that I anticipated was present, I felt so comfortable with her and she seemed to feel the same way with me.

  As I enjoyed the moment, lost in the fervent kiss and wrestling of tongue, suddenly, she stood up, carrying me with her without so much of an effort- I wondered just how strong she was.

  She was supporting my body with her arms right down my ass, and she didn’t even seem to flinch with how heavy should I have been.

  As I was wondering what she was trying to do, she suddenly turned me around to face the television screen, the screen so clear I could see our reflection.

  “What do-”

  As I was about to ask her intention, I felt her arms around me again.

  Her arms wrapped around me, hands at the front of my body.

  Her lips lightly brushed against my neck.

  “You’re so beautiful, Al. I love you so so much,” she said and her mouth kissed and nuzzled on my neck.

  That should have been my words, but she outright stole it.

  One of her hands moved upward to cup my chest.

  I could feel the softness of his lips against my skin, it tickled me but the warmth of her lips seemed to erase the tickling sensation.

  In my mind, it's a scene from the movies I’ve seen before.

  A man bending a woman in front of a mirror, saying sweet nothings in her ears… it's a scene I've seen over and over again.

  But this time, I’m the woman, and she’s the man.

  It felt strange, to be honest.

  Is she trying to imitate all those romantic movies she watched?

  My suspicion started to harden when I felt her right hand caressed my left chest through my shirt.

  Her thumb found my nipple and even through the yers of fabric, she could feel it become firm and erect. Her left hand was on my right hip pressing me back against her.

  She was really trying to replicate that scene…though, probably in this world, it’s normal for women to do it, rather than men.

  We both looked into the television screen, our eyes locked together in the reflection.

  She began undoing the buttons of my shirt, first, the top one, then the next one, which exposed my chest.

  Her hands slid under my pit to gently touch them. Feeling her fingers caress me was somehow electrifying. It’s almost unnerving how I'm feeling good about this.

  Not to mention, my chest and nipples were never this sensitive before…

  “I knew it, you’re not wearing a bra~” She suddenly said something that made me doubt my ears.

  “Why would I?” I asked, wondering what she was saying.

  Though, I said that instinctively, forgetting where I am now.

  I learned the truth ter and realized why my sister was looking at me in surprise.

  Sarah was only surprised for a moment before a teasing smile appeared.

  “Yes, why would you,” she said, smirking. “I like it this way~”

  “Perverted sister.”

  I moaned, feeling it in my nipples when she tugged them with her fingers.

  If she wanted me to py this role, I would let her.

  Sarah seemed to know exactly how to touch me, how to tease me, and I found myself craving more and more of her attention.

  I could feel his breath hot against my ear, and I couldn't help but shiver with pleasure.

  As she trailed her lips down to my ear, letting her tongue explore the delicate shell.

  I couldn't help but think to myself, 'No wonder women like this kind of thing.' I had never really understood the appeal before, but at that moment, with her lips and tongue working their magic on me, I was a complete and total convert.

  I let out a low moan, unable to contain my pleasure any longer.

  Sarah happily snuggled her face into the crook of my neck, pcing kiss after kiss on my strangely sensitive skin.

  I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and safety as she hugged me from behind.

  I gnced over my shoulder and caught her eyes, giving her a small smile as I pced my hand on her cheek.

  She returned my smile, her eyes bright with happiness as she leaned in and pced her mouth back onto the crook of my neck.

  She seemed hesitant.

  Probably still trying to sound me out. To test whether I'm really into this just as much as hers. And I don't bme her. I could give her all the assurance she would need, but they will all be just words.

  It doesn't need to be said.

  I sighed contentedly as she happily snuggled her face into my neck, her lewd, but warm tongue sliding against my skin in the most delicious way.

  Her lips and tongue explored my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

  I couldn't believe how good it felt to be touched in this way, to be cherished and adored.

  I had never experienced anything like it before, and I couldn't help but moan lowly as she continued her ministrations.

  She seemed to take my moan as a sign to continue, encouraged, her lips and tongue working their magic on my neck as she snuggled even closer to me.

  I could feel his breath against my ear, hot and ragged as she pced kisses along the edge and even let her tongue wander inside.

  "Are you loving it?" she murmured, her voice low and husky with desire.

  I didn't want to sound so eager, so I just smiled at her.

  But I know the truth.

  Am I loving it?

  Is that something that needs to be asked?

  I could feel my body melting against her as she continued to shower me with gentle and affectionate kisses and caresses.

  The way she touched me and cherished me.

  I never wanted it to end.