“Aww ... poor baby ... Let Big Sis make it all better...” And with that, she hoovered my meat into her mouth.
It didn’t take long after that. She’d stopped teasing and instead focused on my mushroom head, using both hands to stroke me expertly. Like a farmgirl pumping a hand crank for water, she drew out my life-giving liquid with power and precision, and then suddenly I felt my swollen testicles evacuating their precious load.
“Lex!“ I exclaimed, clenching my teeth to avoid yelling loud enough for Michelle to hear, as the cum raced up my rod and blasted off into her sucking mouth.
“Lex!“ I repeated, still clenching, half in disbelief that I was screaming my own sister’s name.
“Lex!“ I whimpered one last time, feeling her milk out the final few spurts with a little extra squeeze in her fingers.
Finally, I was done. My spine went limp and my body sagged against the mattress. I gasped for breath, winded for the moment. Alex had swallowed every last drop but continued to nurse my penis as if she were hunting for even more. But after another minute or so, she finally picked her head up and flashed me yet another wicked grin.
“My little brother just came in my mouth,” she murmured, whether to me or to herself I’m not quite sure.
“I’ve got my little brother’s sperm in my belly,” she added, giggling in delight.
Catching my breath, I gestured for her to come closer. “Kiss me, Lex,” I crooned.
She looked surprised, but pleasantly surprised, as she crawled up the bed and lay in my arms. She kissed me as requested, this time with none of the urgent passion of before. It was a much more ... sisterly ... kiss this time around, but no less loving for it. In fact, there was probably even more. We held each other and continued kissing for a long, long time. Longer, I imagine, than I had ever kissed a lover after climax.
But eventually, the moment passed, and we pulled away from each other. Now that the elated high of sexual arousal was gone, niggling doubt began to creep into the back of my mind. Had we done the right thing? Had we lost our heads had gone too far? Did we really just commit incest?
I saw the same worry in my heart reflected in Alex’s eyes. Her smile faded slowly, and almost in embarrassment she raised the waistband of my pajama pants to tuck me back inside. But after staring at my crotch for a long few seconds, not actually staring at my crotch but rather staring a thousand yards beyond it, she blinked twice and leaned up to kiss me on the lips once more.
It lasted just a moment, so fleeting that I found myself following after a few inches to try and keep our mouths together, and she quickly rolled off the bed.
“Lex?” I asked hesitantly, scared that we’d somehow irreparably damaged our relationship. Forever.
“Go to bed,” she said quietly, the tone that of a big sister used to ordering around her siblings.
Obediently, I swung my legs out and stood up. But before I walked away, I gave her a sad look and asked, “What happens now?”
She took a deep breath, and when she exhaled it took ten seconds for the air to stop whistling. Shaking her head slowly, she looked up at me and shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”
Pursing my lips, I nodded my understanding. She walked over to the door, opened it, and looked at me expectantly. I headed to the doorway, but as I came alongside her, I stopped, gave her a warm smile, and leaned down to kiss her once more.
She let me, whimpering a little as my tongue penetrated her lips. But I didn’t overstay my welcome, standing up again and giving her a reassuring look. “I love you, Lex,” I told her sincerely.
She brightened a little and smiled back. “I love you, too.”
And then I returned to my room.
Chapter 2: Alexandra
“You okay, bro? You seem a little ... distracted. Did you not get a good night’s sleep?”
Michelle looked at me with genuine concern as she joined me at the dining table. I had been staring off into space, holding my spoon a few inches in the air above my bowl of Corn Chex, and I belatedly realized I had been grinding my teeth a bit. I blinked a few times and looked at her, shaking my head in the negative. “Uh, no, nothing like that. I slept great actually.”
It was true. I had slept like a baby. Well, not like a baby - waking up three times in the middle of the night screaming for milk or having wet underwear. Truly, that’s a strange idiom. But I digress...
I’d been doing that a lot this morning. Digressing, not wetting my underwear. One moment, I’d been pouring milk into my bowl of cereal. The next, I’d been remembering what Alex’s lips felt like as she nibbled on my mushroom head like a fuzzy caterpillar. Which is a really strange metaphor that I don’t understand. And I’m digressing again.
“I’m fine,” I lied to my little sister. “Just thinking about a quiz I have in ten minutes.”
I’m wondering if Lex hates me for what we did last night while simultaneously reminiscing about how supremely talented my sister is at giving blowjobs, I didn’t say.
“Uh-huh,” Michelle replied noncommittally. But she took her seat and said nothing further, digging into her own bowl of oatmeal.
“Morning, rugrats,” Alex greeted us with a perky grin as she tore into the kitchen like a tornado. Moving more quickly than I could believe, she grabbed coffee grounds from the pantry, stepped across the kitchen to the coffee maker, poured the coffee grounds into the coffee maker, put away the bag, crossed to cabinet, pulled out a big coffee mug, crossed to the sink, filled the mug with water, returned to the coffee maker, poured in the water, placed the mug under the spout, and hit the start button. And while that seems like very long run-on sentence, it doesn’t actually take very long to read, and yet somehow Alex managed to execute all those steps in even less time.
“Bye, rugrats,” she called in a sing-song voice as she exited the room to go back upstairs.
Michelle and I exchanged amused looks. “When was the last time Lex called us ‘rugrats’?” she wondered aloud.
I arched an eyebrow and thought about that. “She was probably still in high school.”
Michelle chuckled and shook her head. “I’m just glad she seems to be in a good mood. You’d think she got laid or something last night.”
I promptly choked on my next bite.
Alex really did seem happy this morning, as her perky-hyper mood continued when she returned downstairs to collect her coffee. Seriously, if the girl was moving that fast to begin with, why the hell would she even need the caffeine?
I’m digressing again.
The point is: I started to relax about the whole ‘Does my sister hate me’ thing. I had been at the sink rinsing out my bowl when she picked up her coffee mug, took a sip, and actually winked at me over the rim. I smiled in response, a reaction that only made her even happier, and I could’ve sworn she waggled her butt at me as she left the kitchen to go back upstairs.
It was a good thing Michelle had already left by then, taking her oatmeal and a glass of OJ up to her bedroom. Her class started five minutes before mine.
So with my mind much more at ease, I headed up to my own room to start classes for the day, worried less about whether or not Alex had irreparably harmed our relationship, and wondering more about what would happen next.
But I would have to wonder quite a bit longer. While Alex continued to spend more time with us, the same as she had done for the past week, there were no more late-night visits to my bedroom. She made no comment or reference to our illicit blowjob. She talked to me the same way she had always talked to me. She hugged me the same way she had always hugged me. And if I hadn’t been abso-smurfingly certain that the blowjob did indeed happen in real life, I might’ve started wondering if it wasn’t some kind of wet dream.