“Listen, sweetheart, ’fucking’ is what we just did when you had your ’cock’ inside my ’cunt.’“ She touched each in turn as she pronounced the word. As she said this, she laid back, pulled up her skirt higher, raised and spread her knees so that the mystery flowered before me. She lovingly stroked the rich bush of golden hair, continuing to talk in a dreamy, indolent voice. “This is cunt hair, Lars. This is what your instincts are driving you to see.” I crawled to where I could look directly at it. Everything was spread there just in front of my eyes. Her fingertips leisurely and caressingly ruffled the fine, sleek hairs. Two fingers on each half of the prominent mound delicately stroking up against the lie of thatch, then smoothing it down again. Her voice was even more husky and drowsy. “Look at it, Lars. That’s it, watch my hands on it. It’s the greatest sight in the world. Do you like looking at it? Do you like watching my hands playing with it? Here you are just a little boy staring right into a gorgeous pussy. That’s the other word for it, Lars. Oh, there are lots of words for it. Some of them try to deny what’s really there! Like privates or grotto. Others try to disparage it, such as crack or fig or monkey or cockpit or box. Some are kind of fun, like nookie and nest and quim and hole. Best of all though are cunt and pussy.” I looked at her face. It was lovely. Her eyes opened and saw me looking at her. “No, Lars, keep looking at my cunt. Yes, like that. The whole outer bulb is called the mount of Venus, and these are the outer lips. Priests and tourists call them the labia majora.” She ran each index finger lingeringly along the edges where the flesh met along a dark slit. “This opening is scientifically called the vulva. It’s really my crack. Now watch as I open myself.” She stretched her thighs further and further apart. As she did so, the crack began to open. Lovely pink flesh with no hair on it began to appear. Gunilla took a tuft of hair carefully between each thumb and forefinger and slowly pulled her cunt wider. “Look, Lars, look into the open cunt of your little sister Gunilla. You see the smaller lips that pout out through my crack when I get excited? These, are the labia minor,, or truly inner lips.” It was more than I could take. Even stronger than my curiosity was the appetite in me, and the need to worship. My face was only niches from the wet, swollen, delicate pinkness. I leaned forward slightly and gently lapped at it. The daintiness of the flesh was unbelievable. Succulent and sweet, with a subtle faint taste that I assumed must be the nectar I’d always been mystified by in books. Gunilla moaned a tiny moan and her loins shuddered. But after I’d made eight or ten of these little licks, she tenderly ran her fingers into my hair and raised my head slightly. “Oh, yes, little brother. That’s so perfect. But we must wait just a few minutes while I finish my lecture. Now you see down here?” Her fingers stretched the flesh at the lower part of the crack, revealing a dark rose opening. “This is my hole, darling. This is where you put your cock when you fuck me. And this is where you put your tongue when you eat me.” I must have lifted my head slightly to ask about that, but she turned my eyes back and then stretched herself open again.
“Eating me, little innocent angel, is the same as sucking me. It’s also sucking me off, or cunt-sucking, or cunt-licking, or cunt-lapping. It’s also going down on it. There are other words like muffing it or skin-diving, but they lack respect and reveal an absence of vocation. Now, when you are eating me, you run your mouth around this hole, and drive your tongue in as far as possible, darting it in and out. Or, and it’s very important, you use your tongue on another part of my cunt. Here, where the inner lips join.” Her fingers moved up and gently spread the flesh. “You see this little pellet-like thing hiding under this arch of skin? This is your sister’s clitoris. We don’t know its real name. Sometimes it’s called the button or helmet. It’s a tiny cock hidden back under there. When I get excited, it stands erect and you can just reach a bit of it with your tongue. This is the most sensitive part of a woman. When you are sucking me, you must concentrate mostly here; of course, you suck and lick all of my cunt: inside the big lips, between the inner lips, my hole, everything. You stroke me with your tongue soft and wide and flat, or with it pointed and specific. Or you suck and lick everywhere inside me. But mostly you lick at me here. Or you nibble at my clitoris while you work your nose into my hole. Or you take all this flesh here and stick it into your mouth either gently or even chewing it gently. But remember, Lars, you must almost always be gentle. Unless I have” become completely wild, it is best to lick me very, very gently… Well, there’s a lot more to that which I’ll teach you later. Right now I want to just give you a basic vocabulary. O.K. Now, what’s this?” She drew my hand over the hair.
“Uh-h-h…” I couldn’t say it.
“Come on, Lars, you must say it. Whisper it. What are you touching?” I could hardly get the words out. “Your cunt,” I whispered.
“That’s right, angel. And what else?”
“It’s your cunt and your pussy. It is my sister’s cunt hair.”
A sudden incredible happiness flooded through me as I said the words. Somewhere deep in me great valves opened that had been sealed for a long time.
“Well,” said Gunilla. “How you’ve changed, shy little brother. You’re wonderful. Now what’s this?” She led my fingers.
“That’s my sister’s cunthole,” I whispered. I felt her twitch. I looked at her and noticed she had her eyes closed and her face was beginning to work. Her body was beginning to tense, move even. I slid my finger into her. Squeezed her breasts gently. “What’s that?” she said in a smothered voice.
“That’s the inside of my sister’s cunthole.” I was right! The words were controlling her. As I said them, I could see spasms run over her stomach. I put in a second finger and ran them over the tiny ridges on the roof of her hole. Then I felt into the crannies to the right and left. She was sopping wet now, it was running into my palm and down her thighs. “Yes, Lars, that’s my little hole. You’re feeling me up. You’re finger-fucking your little sister.” She was beginning to gasp through her open mouth. She was rhythmically squeezing her breasts.
“And what’s this fluid that’s coming out of you, little sister?” As I asked the question, I could feel an immense power in me. Somehow I knew to keep mentioning that she was my sister, and this was like a depth-bomb exploding in her each time.
“That’s my cunt juice, little brother.” Her hips were lifting and falling to the rhythm of my caresses. I slowly drew out my fingers, lingering at the threshold. When she felt them finally leave, her hips lurched into the air. “Oh, don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop.” There was no longer any question of who was in control. She was begging me. After a moment of delay, watching her twisting body searching blindly for my fingers, I lightly touched her clitoris.
“Ahh-h-h-h-h-h” she groaned. I stroked her very gently. She was moving softly with the motion.
“Does my sister like having her little brother play with her pussy?”
“Oh, yes, Lars. Yes. Yes.”
“Which does she like more, being stroked here or (I slowly stroked my two fingers into her) in her hole?”
“Both, both, everything!”
“But which do you like most.”
“Oh, Lars, please just love me.”
“But which do you prefer? If you can’t say, I may stop.”
“No,” she wailed. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“Then which?”