I let out a lustful groan as she spread my lips, rimming them with her tongue slowly.

I do not exaggerate when I say my sister is the best pussy eater I know. I should know. She has been eating me for ... well, for decades.

We are both in our mid-fifties now, and she has been eating me since the early years of the Reagan presidency. I was her first, she was my first, and we have been consistent lovers through the years.

That is not to say we do not mess around with other people. I mean, I have three daughters, she has two. Those girls did not come out of thin air! And the number of women we have both made love to ... well, we could both fill out a couple of major league baseball rosters.

But of all the girls who have eaten me, my sister is by far the best. She has a talent with her tongue, with her fingers, with her lips, with her knuckles, with her chin, with her nose – and don’t get me started on when she gets some toys into play. She gets downright creative with them.

On the particular night in question, I lay in the bed, my legs spread while she knelt on the floor as she slowly moved her tongue around and around, from the depths of my tunnel to the apex of my clit.

It helped she was also fucking sexy. She looked like she could be in her thirties, with the right light, she could be mistaken for being in her twenties. There was not a trace of the 18 months she had spent carrying those two girls on her body, kept fit with hours of exercise a day.

I tried to keep in shape, but I loved to run and only ran. That can help keep you in shape, but not as effectively as the addition of all that cross-training. That is why she has qualified for Boston a few times, while I often feel like I live up to the name The Flying Pig, except I’m not all that flying.

By now, her hands are squeezing my hips as her lips are pressed hard against me, lapping at me furiously as she breathes hard through her nose. I am dripping now, as I pinch my nipples and throw my head back on the pillow.

“Are you gonna put this in one of your stories, Sis?” she asks suddenly before diving back in.

I’m a bit taken aback.

“Huh?”

She gave me a couple of friendly licks, a glint of joy in her eyes as she watched me watch her.

“Fuck you are sexy,” I moaned.

She kissed my dripping lips. “You know I think you are the sexiest little thing alive, right, Sis?” she asked, giving me another little kiss to accent the question.

I smiled as I ran my hand through her short, dark hair. Not a trace of grey. And she did this without dye. “Thank you.”

She smiled and gave my pussy another kiss. She sighed, almost sadly, and inserted her middle finger and pointer inside of me. “I am a little disappointed you never wrote about us, that is all,” she said before continuing her feast.

I giggled. “Well, this certainly came out of nowhere and at a pretty unusual time.” Then again, we frequently had strange conversations with each other while making love. Politics, sports, our love lives, family, the dogs – nothing was off limits even when we were naked. Honestly, it was something I found not only endearing and quirky, but also important in our relationship. Without those conversations, our lovemaking would have been much emptier.

I gently ran my hand over her face. “Well, you know, I throw in a lot of fantasy and some real life in here, and not all of it is real life. I mean it is close to real life with some of my fantasies and stuff in there and...”

She poked her head up. “You are dancing around the point, Sis!” she said with a giggle before flickering her tongue over my clit rapidly.