Chapter 7 - Ultimate Taboo

I woke up with a jolt, my body already throbbing with desire. I was naked, and my cock was rock hard and standing at attention. I quickly threw on a pair of boxers and a robe, tying it securely around my waist. The cool fabric did little to ease my arousal as I made my way towards the kitchen. The plug Carrie had pushed into my asshole shifted slightly with each step, reminding me of its presence and adding a slight discomfort.

As I entered the kitchen, I saw Dad just heading out the door, briefcase in hand, calling out a goodbye to Mom. “Uber’s here, got to run,” he said, giving a wave as he rushed out. I nodded absently; my mind already focused on the sight before me.

Mom was standing by the stove, flipping pancakes with a spatula, her back to me. She was wearing a robe that was short and loose, the hem falling about mid-thigh. The robe was a soft, worn terry cloth, a pale blue that complemented her fair skin and dark brunette hair. The short length showed off her legs nicely, her calves toned and her thighs smooth and shapely. She was barefoot, her nails painted a soft pink, and the sight of her like this, so casual and domestic, sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, the rich aroma filling my nostrils as I took a sip, trying to distract myself from the ache in my groin. I sat down at the table, my eyes never leaving Mom. She moved with a grace and ease that was captivating, her body language relaxed and comfortable. The robe she wore was tied loosely at the waist, and as she moved, I caught glimpses of her inner thighs, the soft, smooth skin that I longed to touch.

When she turned to face me, I saw that the robe was also loose at the top, the neckline falling open to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage. I could see the swell of her breasts, the soft, creamy skin that I ached to touch. The robe parted slightly with her movements, giving me brief, tantalizing flashes of her naked body beneath. I could see the curve of her breast, and my cock throbbed at the sight.

She smiled at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement and something else, something that made my heart race. “Morning, sleepyhead,” she said, her voice soft and melodic. “I made pancakes. Want some?”

I nodded, my throat dry, my voice barely a croak as I responded, “Yes, please.”

As she turned back to the stove, I let my eyes roam over her body, taking in the sight of her bare legs, the curve of her ass, the way the robe clung to her body in all the right places. I shifted in my seat, trying to alleviate the pressure in my groin, but it was no use. I was hard and aching, my body crying out for release. I could also feel the plug moving around as I shifted, and somehow that was making me even hornier.

My mom and Carrie looked a lot alike. They had the same color hair, but Mom let hers grow down to her shoulders. She usually put it up in a tight bun for work, but right now it hung loose. She was a few inches taller than Carrie, and I think her breasts were probably closer to D cups. At the moment all I could think of was whether her pussy tasted just like Carrie’s or not. I’d probably never find out, but damn would I love to.

I knew that Carrie was waiting for me to wake her up later. I was to enter her room quietly and wake her up by eating her pussy, to make her come undone with my tongue and my fingers. The thought of it sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me, and I squirmed in my seat, my cock throbbing with need.

Mom turned back to me, a plate of pancakes in her hand, and I forced a smile, trying to act normal, trying to hide the fact that I was rock hard and aching with need. She sat down across from me, her robe falling open slightly, giving me an even better view of her cleavage. I could see the curve of her breast, and my mind imagined a soft, pink nipple at the end of that curve, begging to be sucked and teased.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, trying to focus on something, anything, other than the beautiful woman sitting across from me. But it was no use. I needed relief, and I needed it soon. The scent of her body wash, the glimpses of bare flesh, and the knowledge of what awaited me with Carrie later had me on the edge of my seat, my body tense with anticipation and need.

I forced myself to eat the pancakes, the syrup sweet on my tongue, but my mind was elsewhere. I kept stealing glances at Mom, her robe falling open slightly, giving me teasing glimpses of her cleavage and the smooth skin of her breasts. It was torture, but a sweet torture that I couldn’t get enough of.

After we finished eating, Mom cleared the table and started to head upstairs to get ready for work. “I’m going to hop in the shower and get ready,” she said, turning to me with a warm smile. “Will you be here when I head out?”

I nodded, trying to hide the fact that I was still hard as a rock. “Yeah, I’m good. I’ll clean up down here.”

She leaned in and kissed me near the top of my forehead, her lips soft and warm. “You’re a good kid, Mark. I won’t be long.” I actually caught a glimpse of one of her nipples as she was leaning over. Fuck.

I watched as she ascended the stairs, the robe clinging to her body, outlining her curves. I could see the swell of her ass, the way her hips swayed with each step, and I felt a fresh surge of desire. I shifted in my seat, trying to ease the pressure, but it was no use. I was rock hard and aching with need.

I made my way to the living room and flopped down on the couch, trying to will my cock to calm down. I took a few deep breaths, but it was no use. The image of Mom in that robe, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air, had me on edge.

A short while later, Mom descended the stairs, and I about lost it. She was wearing a tight black skirt that hugged her ass and thighs, a sheer black hose that left little to the imagination, and heels that made her legs look a mile long. Her top was a simple white blouse, but it was unbuttoned just enough to give a teasing glimpse of her cleavage. I could see the straps of her garters peeking out from under her skirt, and I felt my mouth go dry.

“Well, what do you think?” she asked, doing a little twirl. “Do I look presentable for work?”

I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice. “You look ... amazing, Mom. Really amazing.”

She smiled, a satisfied smile that made my heart race. “Why, thank you, Mark. You’re too kind.”

She leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, her lips soft and warm. “I’ve got to run, or I’ll be late. You be good, okay?” My face was practically inside her blouse while she spoke, and I could feel the warmth of her breasts and smell her perfume.

I nodded, my voice barely a whisper. “Okay, Mom. Have a good day.”

She grabbed her briefcase and headed for the door, giving me one last wave before she disappeared outside. I let out a shaky breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I had to take care of myself, and I had to do it now.

I quickly made my way to my room, my cock throbbing with each step. I shed my robe, leaving me in just my boxers, my body aching with need. I crossed the hall quietly, my heart pounding in my chest as I reached for the doorknob to Carrie’s room. I turned it slowly, the click of the latch opening seeming louder than it was. I slipped inside, closing the door behind me with a soft click.

The room was dimly lit. The curtains were drawn, casting long shadows across the floor. I could make out the shape of Carrie’s body under the covers, her form rising and falling with her breaths. I moved towards the bed, my steps slow and deliberate.

I stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at her sleeping form. I could see the outline of her body under the covers, the curve of her hip, the swell of her breast. I lifted the bottom of the covers slowly, the fabric soft against my fingers. I moved her feet wider as I slid between her legs, the mattress dipping slightly with my weight. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her filling my nostrils as I moved up her thighs. I started kissing those thighs gently, while also softly blowing air on them as I eased my way up. Carrie shifted in her sleep, but did not wake up yet.

When I reached my goal, I took several deep breaths, inhaling her scent, my nose just over her folds. I could smell her, musky and sweet, and it drove me wild. I started to kiss her inner thighs around her slit, my lips soft and gentle against her smooth skin. She moaned softly, her body shifting slightly as she stirred in her sleep. The sound of her voice, even in her sleep, sent a shiver down my spine.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I started to lick and kiss her outer lips, taking my time, savoring the taste of her. She was wet, her juices coating my tongue, and I lapped them up, hungry for more. I could feel her body responding, her hips lifting slightly, her breath coming in short gasps.

When I finally licked up the middle of her slit, from her taint to her clit, she woke with a gasp, her back arching off the bed. “Mark,” she moaned, her voice husky with sleep and desire. She grabbed me by the hair, pulling me in tighter, her fingers digging into my scalp. “Don’t stop,” she panted. “Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop big brother!”

She threw the covers back, exposing her naked body to me. I could see her breasts, her nipples hard and begging for my touch. But I was focused on my prize, on the taste of her, on the feel of her pussy lips wrapping around my tongue.

I proceeded to eat her pussy, my tongue delving into her folds, tasting every inch of her. I sucked and slurped on her clit, my fingers digging into her thighs as I held her open to me. She tasted amazing, her cream coating my tongue, her scent filling my nostrils. I could feel her body responding, her hips bucking against my face, her moans filling the room.

I slid two fingers inside her, curling them up to hit her sweet little spot with the ridges. I stroked her from the inside, my fingers moving in and out of her in a steady rhythm. She was so wet, so tight, and I could feel her muscles clenching around my fingers, pulling me in deeper.

I kept going to town on her clit, my tongue flicking back and forth, my fingers stroking her from the inside. I could feel her building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I knew she was ready to pop, and I redoubled my efforts, my tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring her to a climax.

“Oh fuck, Mark. Oh fuck!” she cried out, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. “I’m close. So ... fucking ... close.”

I could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling tight as she prepared to explode. I sucked her clit into my mouth even harder as my fingers kept curling up inside her, and that was all it took. She came undone, her body convulsing, her juices gushing out of her, coating my fingers, my chin, my mouth. I lapped it up, savoring the taste of her, the feel of her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Little sister was a squirter, and damn did I love the taste of it.

I continued to lick and suck, my fingers still inside her, drawing out her orgasm, milking every last drop of pleasure from her body. She collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving, her body slick with sweat. I looked up at her, a satisfied smile on my face, my chin and lips glistening with her juices.

“That was ... incredible,” she panted, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. “You are amazing, Mark. Amazing.”

Carrie pulled me up from between her legs, her hands gripping my arms tightly as she looked into my eyes. “That was so ... so incredible, Mark,” she said, her voice breathless and husky. “I love tasting myself on your lips.” She leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft and hungry, her tongue exploring my mouth. I could taste her, musky and sweet, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

She pulled back, a playful smirk on her face. “You know, you’re not supposed to wear boxers in bed,” she chastised, her fingers tracing the waistband of my boxers. “But you ate my pussy so well that I can forgive you this time.”

She gave me a push, ordering me off the bed. “Now, strip. Let me see that beautiful cock of mine you’re carrying around for me.”

I quickly complied, shedding my boxers and standing naked and hard before her. She smiled, her eyes roaming over my body, lingering on my cock. “You’re so fucking hot, Mark,” she said, her voice filled with desire. “I could look at you all day.”

She grabbed my cock, her hand wrapping around the shaft, and led me towards the bathroom. “Come on, big brother. Let’s get cleaned up.”

I followed her, my heart pounding with anticipation. I thought she was going to make me eat her out again, like last time in the shower. I was more than ready for that, but I was also curious about what else she might have had in mind.

Carrie turned on the shower, the steam filling the bathroom as she adjusted the water temperature. She turned to me, a mischievous glint in her eye. “You’ve been such a good boy, Mark,” she said, her voice soft and seductive. “I’m going to reward you.”

She pushed me on the chest until I was standing next to the falling water, then she dropped to her knees in front of me, her eyes locked onto the tip of my cock that bobbed in front of her. She leaned in, her tongue flicking out to give it a quick lick. I let out a low groan of pleasure as she then sucked in the entire tip. Her mouth was warm and wet, her lips soft as they wrapped around the head of my cock.

“Fuck, Carrie,” I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair as I held her head in place. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

She took me deeper, her head bobbing as she sucked and licked, her hand wrapping around the base of my cock to stroke me in time with her mouth. I could feel the pleasure building, my balls tightening as she took me deeper and deeper. I could hear the wet, sucking sounds as she worked my cock, the sound of her saliva coating me, making it easier for her to take me deep into her throat.

I had to guide her, though, as she was inexperienced. “Easy, sis,” I said, my voice hoarse with desire. “Don’t use your teeth. Just use your lips and your tongue. Take your time. Enjoy it. You’re doing so well.”

She nodded, taking me deeper into her mouth, her eyes watering slightly as she took me deep into her throat. I could feel the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat, and it was all I could do to keep from exploding right then and there. I could hear her choking slightly, the sound of her struggling to take me deeper turning me on even more.

She pulled back slightly, her lips popping off my cock as she looked up at me, a wicked smile on her face. “Does that feel good, big brother?” she asked, her voice husky and low, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Fuck yes, it feels good,” I said, my voice a low growl. “Your mouth is fucking heaven. You’re such a good girl, taking my cock like that.”

As she took me back into her mouth, she reached up and grabbed the base of the plug in my ass, twisting and pulling on it. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pressure against my prostate that sent shocks of electricity through my body. I groaned loudly, my hips bucking involuntarily as she continued to suck and stroke me.

“Fuck, Carrie,” I groaned. “That feels so fucking good. Don’t stop.”

She moaned in response, the vibrations sending shocks of pleasure through my body. She continued to twist and pull on the plug, her other hand stroking my cock in tandem with her mouth. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

I looked down at her, watching as her head bobbed up and down, her lips stretched wide around my cock, her eyes locked onto mine. The sight of her like that, choking on my cock, one hand gripping my girth and the other working the plug, was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen.

“Carrie,” I warned, my voice a low growl. “I’m going to cum. Pull back if you don’t want it in your mouth.”

But she didn’t pull back. Instead, she took me even deeper, her nose touching my stomach as she swallowed around the head of my cock. I pulled her in tighter with my hand on the back of her head, while she twisted the plug one more time, and that was all it took. I exploded, ropes of cum spilling into her mouth, coating her tongue and the back of her throat. She swallowed eagerly, her eyes never leaving mine as she took everything I gave her, choking slightly as she struggled to keep up with the force of my orgasm.

The sensation of the plug, combined with the intense pleasure of her mouth, sent me into overdrive. I came harder than I ever had before, my body shaking and convulsing with the force of it. I could feel every pulse of my cock, every spurt of cum that left my body, and it was fucking incredible.

I looked down at her, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. Her lips were glossy with my cum, and I couldn’t resist leaning down to kiss her, tasting myself on her lips. She smiled at me, a satisfied smile that made my heart swell with love and desire.

“Was that a good reward, big brother?” she asked, her voice husky and low, her throat still slightly hoarse from choking on my cock.

I nodded, a grin spreading across my face. “That was fucking amazing, Carrie. You were incredible. Thank you so much.”

She stood up, her body pressing against mine as she kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. Our lips met with a hunger that was almost desperate, our tongues dancing and twirling together in a wet, passionate embrace. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest, the sensation sending shocks of pleasure through my body. Her breasts were soft and full, her skin slick and warm from the steam of the shower.

I ran my hands over her body, squeezing her breasts, her ass, her hips, pulling her against me so she could feel how hard I still was for her. I shoved her up against the wall of the shower, the cool tiles contrasting with the heat of our bodies. The water cascaded over us, soaking our hair and running in rivulets down our faces and bodies.