Chapter 4

However she had felt about it, desire asserted itself a few days later. We were reading, separately, in the rec room when my sister, uncharacteristically shyly, suggested that maybe we should play “wolf kisses” again. I was instantly excited, my heart pounding in anticipation, and as we undressed, my penis felt like it was straining to get out of my underwear. This time we skipped most of the preliminaries; we got into our positions, my sister on all fours with her legs slightly spread, I behind her. I began kissing and licking her right away, burying myself into her scent and taste, and she pushed back hard against me. Meeting her eagerness, I tongued her as aggressively as I could, and in a surprisingly short time her legs were shaking and she let out an involuntary groan. This time, I could literally feel her climax around my tongue; it was like her vagina was squeezing me out. As before, she sort of collapsed onto the floor, lying on her stomach, and — eager to stimulate myself — I clambered onto her back, embracing her sides. She didn’t say anything as I began to rock back and forth against her backside, my penis finding a cradle between her buttocks. Hungrily, I rubbed myself against my sister’s butt crack, but as exciting as I initially found this position, I was finding it difficult to achieve orgasm. Finally I rolled off, and my sister, who up to that point had been lying motionless, got up on her haunches and, to my surprised, bent over and gave my erect penis a light kiss. It doesn’t really make sense, considering how I had just brought her to climax with my own mouth, but I for some reason didn’t feel comfortable with the thought of her licking or sucking me and I moved her head away. Eventually we embraced as we had the last time, and I rubbed myself between her thighs, just under her vulva, until I came. This seemed to afford her a lot of stimulation too and after I was done, she kept thrusting against me, but it was uncomfortable. I had enough presence of mind, though, to realize that she wasn’t ready to stop and I instinctively put my hand between her legs and rubbed, faster and faster, as she squeezed her thighs together rhythmically. After a couple of minutes she had a long, drawn-out, shuddering orgasm, much more substantial (it seemed to me) than when I had used my mouth, and, wordlessly, we got dressed and went back to reading.