Chapter 2: Angie Learns More About Oral Sex

Wednesday night and the third night of Angie’s new arrangement and position in the family hierarchy and dynamic, that of being my sex buddy. She’s been quiet all night ever since arriving home from school. Not surprising knowing what she was expected to do for me tonight, but at least she had got the first thing of our new understanding right.

After school, she had changed from her uniform into a nice loose-fitting T-shirt and very short shorts. The cheeks of her pert tiny arse showing below the bottom of the legs, and, as I’d instructed her, she had no underwear on. Every time she bent over, her top flopped down, and I got a nice view of her small tits, her nipples trying to poke out. At least she had picked up on the fact that she could wear shorts and not just a skirt all the time. She was still showing signs of independence and defiance, and intelligence.

I didn’t want her totally subdued, that wasn’t my intention. Tamed yes, but not cowed. I didn’t want her spirit and wild streak broken but calmed down slightly.

I went into Angie’s bedroom to find her waiting for me. Her little girl nightie on, but pulled high, showing off her legs to their best effect. Looking at her, I said, “Angie, you look really nice tonight. Now, do you know what you are to do?” A nod indicating yes, “Are you ready?” Another but slower and reluctant nod. She knew she had not only to suck me off but to swallow my cum at the end.

“Well, I’ve been thinking, and as you’ve gone along with everything I’ve asked of you so far, I’m not going to make you do that tonight. You don’t have to do anything until Friday night, okay?” Not waiting for a reply, I turned and left her room.

I knew that that little twist would play havoc with her mind. She must have been building up to the event, knowing what she had to do but not wanting to. Now it was postponed, but giving her two full days to contemplate what was going to happen. Two days of torment. Evil me! I can be cruel in some ways.

On Friday night over dinner, with mum already on her way to alcoholic oblivion again, Angie looked at me and said. “Tim, are we going to do what you said tonight?”

“Oh yes, we definitely are. Maybe more than once,” I replied. Angie looked appalled and shocked.

“What’s this?” Mum managed to slur.

“Nothing to worry about, Mum, just a new thing Angie and I have come up with, now I’m looking after the house. She’s doing some things for me to make things easier.”

“Oh nice, that’s good of her.”

Angie’s look of hope that Mum might intervene disappeared from her face, and the fact she knew she was going to get another mouthful of cum shortly.

“Oh, by the way, I went to school today. The Headmaster told me your behaviour has changed and improved over the last two days, no trouble from you. Anyway, I’ve sorted things out; for the time being. But you are on one last chance, so any more trouble from you and you are out. Nothing I can do to help you there.”

Angie looked pleased and grateful, and then just like a nice little sister, came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, saying, “Thanks, Tim, I can’t thank you enough.” I just smiled at her. We both knew how she was going to thank me.

“I’m sure we’ll think of something,” I smirked at her.

Tonight I made Angie go to my bedroom. I wanted to keep her off balance all the time.

“Angie, I think you should take off your nightie. We don’t want it to get messed up, do we?”

Looking crestfallen, she reluctantly stripped the flimsy covering off her petite body, letting me get the view of her I wanted. She was totally naked underneath. This was the first time I’d actually seen her fully nude, and it was well worth the wait. My cock sprang to attention at once, wanting action and relief from my little sister’s mouth.

Even after only two previous sessions, Angie knew what to do. Dropping to her knees in front of me, and looking up into my eyes, she opened the fly of my jeans, took my cock out and played with it for a while. Then she pushed my jeans down my legs, and I stepped out of them.

I stopped her, pulled her up and said, “No, we’re doing something different first.” Pushing her onto the bed, she looked at me in shock and horror. I think she thought I was going to fuck her, there and then. Not yet, maybe never.

As I pushed her onto her back on my bed, her pussy came fully into my view for really the first time. She made a move to cover herself up, dropping her hands down to protect her intimate place.

“No, Angie, please don’t do that. Let me look at you. I want to look at your lovely body, please, let me look at you.” I said this softly and quietly, asking her permission, not ordering her. This was a change. I was asking something of her, not demanding of her. Again this was a tactic, something to keep her off balance. Reluctantly, Angie moved her hands so that they were lying by her side and let my gaze feast on her young nubile body. My eyes, running from her elfin face, over her small boobs, then down to her crowning glory, her virgin pussy. Her pubic hair was so sparse it was almost non-existent, and the fact that it was so blond and soft made her appear as if she was shaved. What a beautiful and glorious sight.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” I said to Angie’s surprise, and I meant it. She did. I hadn’t realised how gorgeous she was.

Angie was lying on the bed, with her legs hanging over the edge. So taking hold of her ankles, I pushed her legs up and back until her knees were up near her ears, exposing her charms to me even more. As I pushed her legs up, her pussy opened slightly, giving me an even better view of her. She looked so young and vulnerable and ready for my fun to begin.

I made Angie hold her legs in this position as I placed my hands on her boobs, squeezing them firmly. Not hard or intending to hurt her, but to give me a nice feel of her small tits. At first, she tried to push my hands away but then relented as she realised that wasn’t going to happen. Resigning herself to my touch on her, my hands wandering freely over her supine body.

I began to play and tease her nipples. Rolling them between my thumb and fingers, teasing her. From somewhere deep in her came a long soft moan of pleasure. I bent my head and sucked one breast into my mouth, flicking her nipple with my tongue. Her moans grew louder, and her hands dropped to my head, holding me in place on her boobs as I played with them. Her fingers were twisting in my hair. That was an unexpected bonus for me. Angie was responding better and more quickly than I had expected.

Angie was squirming on the bed, her body rolling from side to side as I played freely with her boobs. It was a glorious sight for me to see. Angie was growing up sexually and very quickly.

Still holding onto her tits, I dropped to my knees on the floor at the end of the bed. So that my face was in front of her pussy. I moved my hands to her thighs, holding them open and still pushed high. I bent forward, lips ready to kiss her soft, delicate outer pussy lips when Angie cried out, “No, Tim, you can’t do that. You can’t touch me there. I’m too young. I’m your sister.” Still playing on her youth and relationship to me as a means to make me stop.

Ignoring her pleas and protestations, I moved my face even nearer to her, drinking in the sight and smell of her youth. A very delicate musky fragrance, much more subtle than any I had smelt before. I’m sure I saw it glistening and slightly damp. I placed my lips gently on her pussy, kissing her, getting my first taste of her, sweet and tangy at the same time. A delicate flavour, matching her subtle smell.

I kept my lips pushed against her, not moving, letting her get used to the idea and sensation of a man’s mouth on her most private and intimate place. A place I was going to get to know intimately in the coming months. A place that eventually she would surrender to me.

I pushed my tongue forward and probed inside her, spreading her outer lips gently with my hands, considering whether to press a finger into her but deciding not to. Let her keep her innocence just a little while longer.