Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“Of course I do, you’re my sister.”

“Not love. Love.”

“I don’t think so,” I said, after some consideration. To be honest it wasn’t all that clear cut. Love isn’t a switch that’s either on or off. There are all sorts of in-between spots we don’t have words for. I didn’t feel about Betsy what I thought love would feel like (I wasn’t naive enough to think I’d ever been in love with any of my previous girlfriends), so I figured I was probably OK saying ‘no.’

“Right,” Betsy said, “It’s functional. You’re keeping me warm, that’s all.”

And so I let my little sister triumph. Like I said, I was rooting for her to win. Besides, I was moving out of the house in a few months anyway. So even if things were progressing a bit further than they should, it wouldn’t matter for too much longer. What’s a bit of oral between blood relatives, after all?

Betsy’s smiled, warmly, but then she shivered. “Good. Because I need another dose before I freeze to death.”

We both lay back on the bed. I pulled the covers over us. Betsy nestled in the crook of my shoulder. I tilted my head and kissed her. I assumed, if it was all transactional as my sister claimed, that she would start pushing me to produce my precious fluids. Instead, though, Betsy lay back and let us share in each other.

I tried to think of a time when I’d felt this connected, this safe, with another human being. I’d been close with Melissa, yes, but it was only a physical adjacency. My previous girlfriends had been high school trifles or after party hookups, nothing even worth considering. This was on a totally different scale from either of those experiences.

Because it was Betsy, the girl I’d grown up with, we already had that emotional connection. I wasn’t caught up in my concerns because our relationship was already well-defined. Concurrently, that closeness should have also made the physical aspect more upsetting. But whatever unnatural, naughty feelings our make out session brought out in me, they only amplified the experience. Heightened it. Like the difference between acoustic and electric. Everything was just more.

My little sister slid her hand down my bare chest and straight down the front of my bottoms. She grabbed my dick, commanding, and hummed into my mouth.

“There’s my new best buddy,” she said, smiling at me. “And he seems like he’s more than ready to come out and play. You want to do that big guy? Give me your special gift?”

Without waiting for a response, Betsy pushed my pajamas down. I kicked them the rest of the way off. Now I was completely naked in bed with my baby sister, my dick sticking up hard as ever.

I reached for Betsy’s top, but she slipped past me, grabbed my dick, and steered it straight into her mouth. At that point, I couldn’t complain about our outfit imbalance. She could have kicked me in the shins and I wouldn’t have said a word.

My sister didn’t just suck my dick, she worked at it. Put the job in blowjob I suppose. She wasn’t satisfied to repeat the same actions from before, either. She added all new possibilities and permutations — kissing, licking, nibbling — like trying to figure out every potential trigger. All the while smiling, happy and hungry. Like I’d introduced her to the best thing in the world. As if she was the one getting pleasure rather than giving it.

Finally, though, I gave out.

“Bets, I’m almost…”

“MmmHm,” Betsy said, as if my words were obvious and inevitable. I guess because they were.

I groaned, loud, as my spend shot into my sister’s waiting mouth. She grunted and coughed on the first blast, but happily gulped the rest as I emptied myself. The ecstasy was wonderfully familiar, yet freshly intense.

Betsy sat back on her haunches and wiped her chin. Then she wrapped her arms around herself, hugging tight.

“So good,” I gasped out, still coming down from that incredible precipice.

“So warm,” Betsy said, almost a moan as she rocked herself back and forth. “I swear I can feel it like a fireball in my belly.”

I felt so many emotions, staring up at my sister, it was almost as overwhelming as my orgasm. I knew I wanted to show her how good she’d made me feel. How amazing it was to be the object of her efforts. I could only settle on a single thing.

Before Betsy could react, I leapt up and tackled her to the bed. She shrieked (hopefully not too loudly) in surprise as both of us bounced on the mattress. I held her body tight in my arms and began lightly kissing her lips. Her face, her neck.

Betsy was so overwhelmed, she seemed unable to select a reaction — so she had them all. My sister laughed, ticklish. Screeched, uncomfortable. Groaned, aroused. Words barely able to surface as I worshipped whatever exposed skin I could find. There wasn’t much.

“Bran, what are you…?”

I didn’t give her a chance to finish her thought and reached down to the waistband of her sweatpants. I grabbed whatever cloth I could get hold of and ripped it down her legs. Just like that, Betsy was bare from her waist down to her knees. I was staring at my baby sister’s naked sex.

Betsy gasped. She tried to close her legs, but I wouldn’t let her. That little glimpse — her thighs and a bit of her calves — felt like a forbidden sight. They were thin but not skinny, well-muscled from running yet quite feminine. Her skin so soft and almost creamy. But what was between her thighs was what held my focus.

My little sister’s pussy was divine. Fat, outer lips practically ruddy with arousal. Precious pink folds barely hidden behind that, fighting to flower out. A tuft of light brown hair at the top, surprisingly thick and full.

“Brandon?” Betsy asked. Her voice thrummed with excitement and nervousness.

“I want to return the favor,” I said.

“I told you, I tried that, it doesn’t make me warmer,” Betsy said.

“Don’t care,” I replied.

In one violent motion, I shoved my head between my sister’s legs. Nose, mouth, tongue all pressed into her pussy. Betsy was dripping wet. Her scent heady. Her flesh soft and pliant. It didn’t seem fair to compare my sister’s vagina to another girl’s. It’s not like she could control it; this wasn’t something that she’d achieved. And yet her sex was so amazing next to any I’d ever experienced, I almost felt bad for my exes.

I matched my sister’s earlier enthusiasm with my own actions. I licked at her with abandon, hoping that if I moved fast enough, she would forget about her misgivings. Sure enough, I felt Betsy’s legs go from stiff with stress to tight with desire, wrapping like a python around my head. Heard the low groans she let out as she felt someone lick her most intimate place for the first time.

Brothers aren’t supposed to see their sisters’ pussies. They certainly aren’t allowed to know what they taste like. And feeling what happens when your sister cums, well that’s definitely out. But I didn’t care. I worked Betsy to her peak like I would die if I didn’t.

Betsy’s legs snapped so tight I saw stars. She arched her back, letting out a high-pitched squeal. The kind of sound that would set the neighborhood dogs on high alert. It sounded almost pained, like the pleasure was being wrung out of her. Squeezed out of every cell.

Finally, my sister fell back into the bed. Gasping.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

I managed to extricate myself from her legs, untangling them like picking myself out of the wreckage. Betsy lay back on the bed. Her face was cherry red. Her eyes unfocused. She looked at me and started to laugh.

“You’re dripping,” she said.

I felt around my face. It was sticky, like I’d buried my whole head in a pot of honey, Winnie-the-Pooh-style.

“I liked it,” I said.

“Me too,” Betsy said, oddly wistful.

She sat up, looking at some spot behind me. Finally, her golden caramel eyes seemed to center. She sat up and pulled her pants back on. Wrapped her arms around me tight.

“Thanks, Bran,” she said, “You didn’t have to do that for me.”

“I wanted you to know how much I enjoyed what you’re doing for me,” I said, “How wonderful you make me feel. Not just the orgasms.”

“Well now I know for sure,” Betsy said, “That was incredible. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I don’t exactly feel warmer than before, but I’m less cold. If that makes sense.”

I nodded. I held my sister close as I could. She kissed me, her mouth smelling of my spend. My own still dripping with hers.

“I should probably go,” she said as she slipped out of my arms. “While I can.”

I nodded. Feeling my sister cum around me had been almost as intense as my own peak. Sleep overtook me so fast, I don’t even remember Betsy closing the door behind her.

*

I assumed that we’d reached equilibrium. That this was as far as we would go. There was no place left to escalate, so I figured we’d stay there at the top till it was time for me to move out and for us to move on.

As if to reinforce all that, the next few days passed and little changed. Our new routine slowly solidified. Betsy would sneak into my bed after hours and suck me off. I would lick her to completion. We’d kiss, snuggle, and call it a night. Betsy continued to prove that she was queen of the cocksuckers. And as I learned my sister’s body, I showed that own my cunnilingual skills could conquer her just as easily.