She was sitting on her bed with her legs crossed as I entered the room, dressed in the scanty clothing she had left for me on the sofa in the living room with instructions to undress and put them on and join her in the bedroom that she shared with her husband.
The dress I was wearing was meant to be a nightgown. Semi-sheer and white. Other than a pair of white lace panties, that was all I wore.
“Show me,” she commanded.
Shyly I lifted the hem of the nighty, revealing my panties, knowing they were wet and blushing as she let out a soft whistle of appreciation.
“So pretty. Your pussy must be very wet, leaking through like that,” she told me, approval in her tone, the tip of her pink tongue peeking out from between her lips as she licked them slowly.
I felt my legs going weak. I felt like I was melting.
“Oui,” I whispered, my pulse racing and my heart going pitter-patter in my chest. So many emotions were filling me, lust chief among them, but not the only one. There was fear as well. She was my sister, after all, and my thoughts had passed beyond the taboo to the forbidden.
I gazed at her, my heart overflowing with desire as well as love. She was gorgeous. We looked very similar and yet she managed to outshine me. Her breasts were a little bigger and her hips a little wider. Unlike me, she wasn’t dressed like a slut. She was wearing a little black dress that clung to her curves and showed off her legs. Sexy, yes, but not slutty. I could only assume she had on panties and a bra, although perhaps not, as I could see her nipples clearly defined beneath the linen.
“Take them off for me, Bonnie.”
I swallowed nervously as I let go of my nighty and began pushing my panties down my thighs, revealing my hairless pussy. I’d done it just for her. Until recently I had grown a cute little landing strip. That was before she’d whispered in my ear how much she enjoyed seeing a shaved pussy. That had been the first hint that she had thoughts about other girls. The first inkling that she’d entertained thoughts about me as more than her little sister.
Her eyes were focused between my thighs as I exposed myself to her. She smiled absently licking her lips again.
“Very nice. You did that for me?”
“Oui,” I managed, my voice trembling so much that I could barely get the word out.
“Tell me about it while you play with yourself.”
My breath caught as she raised her eyes and stared into mine, waiting patiently for me to begin.
I carefully stepped out of my panties, pushing them aside with my toes. And then I put on a show for her. I teased my nipples through the material of my nighty. They were already stiff and aching. A soft moan escaped as I pinched them, enjoying the small amount of pain I was inflicting on myself.
“You like hurting yourself?” she asked, raising one perfectly trimmed eyebrow.
“Oui,” I admitted, blushing even harder, if that was at all possible.
“Good to know. Continue, please.”
Nodding, I ran one hand slowly downwards, between my breasts, aware of how they were heaving with each labored breath and past my belly button. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the sheer material between my lips and into my dripping wet cunt while twisting my nipple for her as she watched, letting out a soft gasp of pain.
“Tell me, Bonnie.”
I giggled a little, realizing I’d forgotten, a haze of desire and lust clouding my thoughts.
“I did it at Dad’s. Just like you told me to.”
Upstairs at my daddy’s house, the house he shared with his new wife. The one he’d been having an affair with for years without any of us knowing until he’d divorced mom.
“Was he there?”
I shook my head. “Non. But she was. I told her I wanted to borrow some books. He keeps all his books upstairs. I had my pack with me.”
My lashes fluttered as I moved my dress aside and began slowly rubbing my clit, my mouth hanging open as I fought for breath. I had no idea how far this was going to go. How far was she going to take this? Hopes, yes, but no real knowledge.
“I had a razor and foam. And a washcloth. And water.”
I’d been so scared of getting caught. So scared that I had almost not gone through with it. Had it been anyone else but Maggie, I might not have. I pushed my finger into my cunt, Watching her watching me, and began to slowly fuck myself for her as I continued.
“I had on a skirt. I sat down at a table, facing the door.”
She made a tsking sound, shaking her head, her smile never leaving her face. “My little sister can be such a slut.”
I paused, my finger inside me, meeting her gaze once more.
“I can’t help it,” I whimpered, shame colouring my cheeks.
“I know. It’s adorable.”
I found myself having thoughts. Thoughts that I knew were wrong. Not that what was happening wasn’t already wrong, but the idea of kneeling between my sister’s thighs and licking her pussy crossed the line.
“What happened next?”
“My… my panties were soaked by then.”
“Thinking about what you were about to do?”
“Non,” I managed, a shudder of pleasure weaving it’s way through me as I resumed fingering my greedy cunt. “Thinking about you,” I admitted.
She nodded, lifting her hand to her chest and cupping her breast. Her nipples were as hard as mine. Mesmerized, I watched as she began rubbing one with her thumb through the linen.
“I took them off,” I continued, remembering how it had felt. So dirty, knowing my daddy’s wife was downstairs, wondering what she would do if she caught me? I had giggled a little at the thought of her spanking me. “Took them off and stuffed them in my pack.”
“You should have left them on the floor.”
She let out a soft, girlish giggle and then she reached behind her and unzippered her dress. I imagined I could hear the zipper, impossible as that might be over my aroused panting. She favoured me with a soft smile as she slipped the straps from her shoulders and lowered the top of her dress, revealing her perfect tits, still firm despite having nursed two children.
“I should have,” I agreed, my mouth suddenly dry as she resumed fondling her breast, her gaze going slightly out of focus as her breaths quickened. “I took out the foam and spread my legs wide and put a little on my fingers and wiped it all over my mound. And then I started shaving myself. For you,” I added, slipping a second finger into my cunt.
“Good girl,” she murmured, taking a deep breath as she paused and set her hands on her thighs, her gaze growing intense again as she watched me. “Go on.”
I shrugged my shoulders, looking away, suddenly unable to meet her eyes.
“I took it slow, careful not to miss a single hair. Or nick myself. I wanted to look perfect for you.”
“How turned on were you, Bonnie?”
“Very,” I admitted, moving my fingers in and out of my sopping wet cunt while she watched, humiliating myself for her. I felt another stab of shame at what I was doing. Not that I let it stop me.
“When I was done, I put a little water on the washcloth and wiped myself off. I wanted to make myself cum, but I didn’t.”
“Too scared?”
“I wanted to save it for you,” I admitted, frightened at voicing the thought out loud.
She beamed, alleviating my nerves as her eyes seemed to light up.
“Why don’t you take off your dress for me, baby?”
I stared at her, watching with bated breath as she tugged the hem of her dress up her thighs a little. Not enough to tell if she was wearing anything underneath, but enough to tease.
“Well?” she added, clearly amused.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, sliding my finger out of my cunt. They were so wet they were dripping on her carpet.
“You’re making a mess!”
“Sorry,” I said again, putting them in my mouth and sucking them clean of my juices as she watched, anticipation on her face.
“Better. And very sexy.”
I let out a sigh of relief as I licked a few stray drops from the backs of my knuckles before lifting my dress up over my head and casting it aside, leaving me naked before her. I felt so vulnerable standing in front of her like that. Naked and wet and desperate to be touched. Again, I thought about that line, the one that shouldn’t be crossed. Thought about it and then discarded the thought. I realized that I desperately wanted to cross it.
“Such a pretty little girl.”
“Merci,” I replied, awkwardly covering my pussy, suddenly embarrassed.
“Take your hands away, Bonnie. Don’t be shy.”
She stood as she said it, and slipped out of her dress, revealing a pair of red panties. Like mine had been, they were visibly wet. She simply smiled at me, and sat down again, this time spreading her legs so I could get a good view as I moved my hands away, not quite sure what to do with them other than leave them hanging at my sides, fingers clenching and unclenching nervously.
“See how wet you make me, Bonnie? I am getting off just watching you. You want a closer look?”
“Oui,” I mouthed, barely able to hear my own words, knowing she couldn’t either. Not that it made any difference. I thought I was going to die when she pushed the gusset of her panties aside, exposing her beautiful wet pussy. The pussy I had been dreaming about ever since that one night I’d walked in on her in the shower so many years ago.
“Get down on your knees for me, baby.”
Unable to resist, I knelt like a worshipper before her, eyes fastened on her pussy, watching breathlessly as she lay her hand over her mound and began rubbing in a circular motion.
“All those years of sneaking into the hamper and licking my used panties.”
I froze, eyes going wide. She’d known? I felt like crying. How had she known?
“Tasting my pussy on them like a dirty little slut. I know all about your nasty little habits while you were housesitting for us. The house came with nanny cams. No reason not to use them.”
“Oh,” was all I could manage as she looked down at me, wondering what else she had seen, feeling suddenly sick to my stomach.
“Haven’t you always wanted to taste it when it’s fresh?”
“Oui.”
“Beg me, little sister.”
There was a cruel tone in her voice that I wasn’t used to and it was turning me to jelly.
“S’il te plait?”
She crooked her finger, and then pointed at the carpet between her feet.
“Close enough,” she said, gently laughing, slipping a finger into her pussy and then holding out her hand, her finger extended towards me. The one she’d had inside of her.
“Now is your chance. Taste me, Bunny.” Her pet nickname for me, coined when I was much younger. It had stuck with me all these years.
Submissively scooting closer on my knees, I leaned forward and took it between my lips, feeling like I might burst as a wave of long-suppressed longing burned deep within. I felt her place her other hand on my head, stroking my hair like she would a pet. In truth, her little pet bunny. It felt heavenly.
“Good girl. Now put your hand between your legs and pleasure yourself for me.”
I had no choice but to comply, reaching between my thighs and slowly rubbing my clit while I sucked the heady ambrosia from her finger, only stopping when she pulled it from my mouth and reanointed it with more, offering it again. Eagerly I licked it clean over and over, vaguely aware that every time she drew me closer and closer to her cunt.
I felt her fingers in my hair, tightening, gripping firmly, yet gently, as she guided my mouth to her fragrant pussy. I didn’t need to be told. I simply ran my tongue up and down her slit, lapping at her like a faithful little slut, hungry for what she offered, a little frustrated at the partial coverage of her panties. I wanted to tear them to shreds and push my tongue into her. I wanted to be smothered in her cunt. I wanted to drown in her.
She must have read my mind. Either that or it was frustrating her as well.
“Give me a moment.”
She pushed me away long enough to lift herself up and discard her panties so that she was as naked as I.
“Better,” she said, grabbing me by the hair again, this time roughly, and pulling me against her. I felt her thighs closing, trapping me between them. I didn’t fight her.
“Make me cum, you dirty little bitch.”
I wasn’t used to hearing my sister talk like that. It surprised me. I didn’t hate it, though. I was completely turned on by it and kept lapping at her while fingering myself. Eventually, I pushed my tongue into her and was rewarded with a breathy gasp of pleasure.
“Oh, Bonnie,” she managed before her moan blurred her words. A moment later she climaxed, her thighs quivering against my cheeks, squeezing as I continued to eat her pussy until she finally pushed me away with a breathless laugh.
“Stop that. And stop playing with yourself.”
“I haven’t cum yet,” I protested.
“I know,” she teased. “And you’re not going to. At least not today.”
She smiled at the look of dismay on my face, pulling me up by my arms and kissing me as I half stood between her legs, her kisses tender, although I could sense the passion still burning within her. The same intense passion that was burning in me.
