She smiled at me a little nervously, but I still had cunnilingus on my brain, so I simply waved her over saying, “I want you to sit on my face.”
Arching an eyebrow, Michelle nodded and approached the bed. This time, Alex pulled herself off me to catch her breath, and in the interim I shifted down the mattress to give Michelle room to straddle me. I laid back down, Alex figured I was hard enough to mount. And while I felt my dick penetrating my busty big sister’s pussy for the second time tonight, my gorgeous little sister swung a knee over my head, aimed her sweet snatch at my chin, and let me grab her ass to pull her nether lips directly onto my outstretched tongue.
I actually didn’t notice it at first. My hands were clamped onto Michelle’s firm Varsity volleyball player buttcheeks, and my face was angled a little higher to gnaw on her clit. But when I shifted position to bring her body just a little higher, my chin bumped into an unexpectedly hard protrusion, and when I raised her butt a little higher to get a better look, my jaw dropped to see the pink plastic ring sticking out of my baby sister’s sphincter.
“Is that a butt plug?” I squawked in surprise, my eyes WIDE with shock.
Michelle grinned down at me, looking both nervous and relieved that her surprise had finally been revealed.
“Merry Christmas, big brother.”
No, I didn’t roll my baby sister over, yank out the butt plug, and swiftly replace it with my dick. I mean, I thought about it, but a second later I realized that if I ever wanted a repeat, I could NOT make Michelle’s first anal experience be quite so violent. Instead, I bore down with my lips and tongue to give her a Christmas present first, and I was rewarded a few minutes later with the fresh taste of girlcum flooding my face.
I was so focused on Michelle that I barely noticed Alex riding her way to an orgasm of her own. My big sister basically used my beautiful dick as a throbbing masturbatory tool, and she drew my attention when her cunt started clamping up around my cock while she cried out in climax. And a few seconds later she toppled off my prick, curling up in a fetal position as she shuddered with the aftershocks. I also noticed she’d tossed aside the towel in her hair by now.
THEN, I rolled my baby sister over onto her back. She was likewise limp and helpless as she recovered from her orally induced orgasm, so I had time to grab some tissues to clean up my face before I climbed onto her in a missionary position and pressed myself into her pussy. She was no longer as tight as a virgin, but she was still a snug fit. And once I reached full depth, I paused to catch my breath while tenderly brushing her bangs out of her face. Her towel turban had come loose, and I took the time to unwind the terrycloth and give myself an unobstructed view of her gorgeous face.
“Hey, Chelle,” I greeted her warmly while nuzzling her nose. “I love you.”
It took her a second for her eyes to focus, brain-scrambled as she was from the orgasm and then my penetration. But she stroked my cheek and giggled. “You’re just saying that because you think I’m gonna let you fuck my ass.”
I arched an eyebrow. “You’re not?”
Alex’s voice cut in, drawing my attention. “Of course she is. Why else would she have been stretching her asshole with my butt plugs for the past week? She even had that one in the whole visit to Grandma and Grandpa’s.”
I focused back on Michelle. “Is that true?”
Michelle took a deep breath and gave me a nervous look. “Thought it would be a good Christmas present.”
Reading her tone, I asked, “Not so sure anymore?”
“You’re fucking BIG. I’m afraid it’s gonna hurt.”
“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it,” Alex commented.
I shot Alex a ‘shut up’ look and returned my gaze to Michelle. “It really is the thought that counts. If you’re not ready, I’m okay with it.”
“But it’s Christmas.”
“I’m not a 6-year-old who’s gonna get mad Santa didn’t buy me the skateboard I really wanted.”
Alex quipped, “You wouldn’t stop complaining for DAYS after that Christmas.”
I shot Alex a harder ‘shut up’ look and quickly kissed Michelle on the lips, pulled back, and said, “It’s fine, really. I’m already in my favorite place in the world.”
“Hey!” Alex whined.
I rolled my eyes. “One of my TWO favorite places in the world.”
Alex shrugged. “Acceptable.”
Taking a deep breath, Michelle reached up to kiss me, set her head back down, and caressed my cheek. “I’m doing this. For real. I ... I love you. I want give this to you.”
I arched an eyebrow. “You sure?”
She put on a brave face and nodded. “I’m sure.”
I smiled and said, “Okay, but one condition.”
Now my little sister looked puzzled. “What condition?”
My smiled widened. “You have to let me fuck you to an orgasm first.” I remembered how Alex’s ass had relaxed considerably AFTER she’d climaxed.
Michelle laughed and kissed me again. This time she wrapped her arms around my neck, holding me closely so she could hold the kiss a lot longer. Her tongue came out to play, and we wound up spending a couple of minutes making out like a pair of high schoolers (Michelle was a college freshman now).
When we finally separated, my baby sister beamed up at me. And in a quietly serious voice she said, “I’ll love you forever, you know.”
“Hmm?” I didn’t quite understand.
“I know you can’t actually be my boyfriend,” she said with a sigh. “I know that once we get out of quarantine you’ll eventually go back to school, find a pretty girl, get married, and have a couple of kids with HER, not me.”
I frowned, worried that I’d been wrong about my little sister getting over her infatuation with me.
“I’m okay with that,” she said quietly, before repeating once more, “I’m okay with that.”
I arched an eyebrow. It sounded like she was still trying to convince herself.
Michelle’s eyes unfocused as she got a thousand-yard stare for a few seconds, but she took a deep breath and looked up at me again. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay,” she clarified. “Just ... lemme enjoy the months that we have, alright?”
I nodded. “Of course. I love you, Chelle.”
“I love you, too.” And then she kissed me.
And then we moved.
Christmas is a special time. In normal years, we dress up in our nicest clothes, even if they aren’t the most comfortable. We make the effort to clean the house and tidy up, even if we’d rather just be lazy slobs and relax. We often meet up with extended family and make the effort to ask about their lives, even if we don’t really care and would rather not have to bother with visitors. And we spend our hard-earned money buying presents for everyone else. The point is: Christmas is a time of GIVING, of selflessness. Michelle was giving me a precious gift today, and even I couldn’t give her something of equal value, I wanted to do my best.
So I focused entirely on her. I watched her facial expressions, cocked my ears to listen to her vocal cues, and generally tried to please her as much as I possibly could. That’s not to say I didn’t try to please her every other day of the year, but most days I also wanted my own pleasure as well, you know?
Not today. Not this time, at least. I drove my baby sister up the proverbial wall, held her right at the edge of orgasm, but didn’t push her off. She tried to fall off the precipice on her own, of course, bucking her hips and trying in vain to grind her clit against my pelvic bone. But I backed off and held her back, watching the desperation in her face and using everything I had learned over eight months of making love to control her climax, knowing full well that the eventual explosion would be worth it.