Chapter 2

“ ... Okay, Baby Girl, let’s get undressed.”

Katie giggled and whipped her nightshirt off her head and plopped back onto bed, lifted her hips and pushed her shorts and panties down in one fell swoop. It took me a little longer.

We were now both sitting “Indian” style on my bed. She was all smiles, me wondering what to do next. I had had sex twice in my life: once, a very painful and humiliating endeavor when I was sixteen at Jimmy Morton’s house when his parents weren’t home. The other, not much better, with a guy in college.

I asked Katie, “Do you masturbate?”

“Huh? Whuth that?”

“Do you touch yourself down there?”

“Uh huh, thum times. Not too much. I stuck my finger in my seek-wet pwace an it hurt weally, weally bad and I had bwud eh-wee where.”

So, she broke her hymen...

“How about now, do you make your kitty tingle?”

She blushed and hunched her shoulders forward. I patted her thigh and said, “Baby, it’s okay. Everybody does it. It’s normal to make yourself feel good.”

Katie nodded and answered, “I fink of you and touch my kitty and wub the fingie here inside my kitty wips. If I wub it in circles. It gets weal wet, and the tingles get weally big. Then when I fink of you kithing me on my kitty, it feels wike I s’plode.”

“Wow! You really explode?”

Nodding vigorously, she replied, “Yeah, weally, weally big s”ploshun sometimes.

“Can I ass a qwes-shun?”

“Sure, Baby.”

“Do you wike all dis hair? I hate it. I gots hair eh-wee where. Under my arms, my wegs, my toes. But mose-wee I hate all this hair on my kitty. Can we get whid of it?”

“Yes, Baby Girl, we can. But it will hurt. Do you still want to get rid of it?”

“Uh huh.”

“Okay, we’ll both get rid of it this weekend,

Clapping softly, she said. “Yay!”

I leaned over and kissed my baby sister and asked her to lie back on the bed. It had been several months since I’d seen her completely naked. She’s a tiny girl, barely five feet tall and weighs about ninety pounds she has a near androgynous frame with barely any breasts, just two light pink puffy nipples. When she stands, she has a cute, nicely shaped derriere and nice legs. She has small hands and feet. Her mons was moderately clothed in soft downy coppery red hair.

I put my hand on her stomach and she gasped. I leaned in and kissed her, and she grabbed the back of my head pulling me into her, mashing our lips together. I broke the kiss and said to her, “Baby, our love should always be gentle and tender. Let me teach you how to kiss. I explained how kissing is a dance. The dance of love. I said to her, “When you feel my tongue lick your lips, slightly open your mouth and simply do what I do. Copy what I do and soon, we will dance together and express our love for each other.”

We stated again, and she kissed me sweetly, I almost wanted to cry. I licked her bottom lip, and she panted her lips. I then licked across the front on her bottom teeth and withdrew. Katie’s tongue followed mine and she copied my move. She then took the initiative and penetrated my mouth and licked up behind my top teeth. Soon, we were tongue dancing. Katie’s face became flushed, a rosy pink, her freckles darkened and very warm. When we broke, she kissed my nose and said, “I wuv you, Mithy.”

I returned the favor and kissed her nose and replied, And I love you to, my darling wife.”

She felt shy and buried her face in my shoulder. We resumed kissing and I gently rubbed her belly, then ran my hand up her left flank and covered her turgid nipple and gently rubbed it in a circular motion. My baby whimpered into my mouth and exhaled. I broke the kiss and nibbled her ear lobe, and she sort of shivered and giggled. I then nipped her chin and kissed straight down her throat and across to her left shoulder. From there, I moved and kissed, then covered her nipple with my mouth and gently suckled.

“Oh Mithy, so much tingles! I wuv you!”

I departed her left nipple and latched onto her right one. After suckling for a minute or so, her breathing was a lot heavier and through her nose. I then started to kiss my way down to her navel, she put her chin on her chest and looked down at me. I made eye contact with her as I kissed my way down to her mons veneris and her eyes widened. She knew I was going for the pearly gates of heaven. Katie flung her head back to the bed and when I engulfed as much of her vulva as I could fit in my mouth, she grabbed two handfuls of my hair and pulled me into her groin.

Her entire vulva was slick with her juices, and she smelled light, fragrant, and womanly. I peeled open her petals and took an initial swipe up the entire length of her crease from her dimpled star to the top of her crease and finished with a love bite on the fleshy precipice of her mons.

I dropped down and started to lick circles around her clit as I introduced my finger slowly into her vagina, Katie pulled my hair sharply, hunched upward and locked up with a guttural groan. She sighed out, “Oh Mithy! I wuv you!”

I cried into my little sister’s pussy knowing that I gave my Baby Girl what she needed.

I slowly withdrew my finger from her and scooted up next to her. I hugged her to me, and she took my right breast in her hand and latched on. She tenderly suckled and I started to flow like a river. The tingling was something I’d never experienced before. No one—boy or girl had ever suckled me. My mind went back to when I was nine. I would take Katie into my bedroom and lift my shirt and let her suck on my non-existent breast. She would make those loud sucking sounds trying to latch onto a nipple that wasn’t big enough to latch onto. I felt a sense of vindication knowing that what I couldn’t give fourteen years ago I can now feed her my love. Something she needed far more than milk.

Katie kissed her way across my sternum to my left breast and worshipped it. She was playful. She rolled.my nipple around with her tongue, then she would gently nibble it, then lovingly suckle some more. As she sucked, I felt tears falling on my breast. I cradled her head and asked, “What’s wrong, Baby?”

She pulled off my nipple and replied softly, “I wuv you so much Mithy, I don’t want thith to end.”

I chuckled and said, “My darling wife, we have a whole lifetime ahead of us to make love. You are mine, and I am yours forever.”

Fank you, Mithy. Fank you for waving me.”

Katie resumed her lovemaking. My sister, the one they said was mentally deficient, the one with an I.Q. of 52 worshipped my body. She expressed more love than I have ever known, even to this day.

She scooted down and laid butterfly kisses over every square millimeter of my mons. She then sniffed me and emitted a “Mmmm,”

She knew all that slick, aromatic juice was coming from my “secret place.” She covered my vaginal opening with her mouth and sucked every drop of ambrosia she could. And, after licking her lips dropped down and rimmed my sphincter. She probed but couldn’t push her tongue inside me.

I was on fire! Her tender, loving way she made love to me was incredible. My mouth was dry. Her and I were mind melded. She read my reactions to what she was doing and acted accordingly. Katie next did what I did to her. She licked her way up to my clit, and I cried out, “Oh yes, Katie! Right there!”

She sucked my entire clitoral hood and clit into her mouth and sucked hard pulling my turgid button from its sheath.

She next bit my clit with lip-covered teeth and ground it between her lips. Without warning, I came ... I came hard! I accidentally pulled her hair as I tried to crawl into her mouth. All I remember after that was whimpering with joy. Katie just kept kissing my pussy and licking my dripping opening.

I grabbed her left arm and pulled her up on top of me and embraced her. We both cried, releasing all the emotions that we felt for each other.

We lay like that with her on top of me in my arms for about five minutes. I told her to move off me and when she did, I went and brought back a warm washcloth. I gently wiped my little lover’s vulva, then wiped myself.

I looked at my phone and it was 3:40am. Setting the phone down, I turned my sleeping Baby Girl onto her side, slid up behind her and cupped her tiny mini breast and fell off to sleep.

That Saturday morning I awoke to my mother’s heavy footsteps in the hallway. Looking at my phone, it was 8:15. Katie was sound asleep and faintly snoring. I unfolded myself from her and put on a pair of old gym shorts and a T-shirt and followed Mom downstairs. By the time I’d got downstairs, she had the coffee brewing. We sat silently across the table from each other staring at our coffee cups, me tracing the rim with my finger.

Mom broke the silence with “Did you two have fun last night?”

I smirked and replied. “You heard?”

“Yes, and before you put your foot in your mouth let me say something.”

I was caught. What else could I do except sit there and obey.

Mom said, “I knew this day would come. Many a night when you were away at college, I could hear her crying out your name as she frantically frigged herself to completion. I know you love her too much to hurt or abuse her. She’s your heart and soul. She has been from the day I brought her home.”

Mom snickered and said, “I even knew when you’d take her into your room and try to breastfeed her.”

“But Mom,” I implored, “Please listen. This is so much more than incestuous sex. It’s about her right to love and be intimate with someone she knows, loves, and trusts. She may be mentally challenged, but she’s not stupid or immature. She has a normal sex drive and urges that you allowed me to explore when I was fourteen. In fact, she’s a whole helluva lot smarter than I ever was. I gave my innocence away to a jerk that hurt me, came all over my vulva, then got up and left. The fucker didn’t say thank you, kiss my ass or anything.”