Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

“Well, we’ll have to touch,” Lucy answered, “Definitely no kissing, though. And as to your butt, well, you do have a nice ass. But I’ll try to restrain myself if you will.”

“I don’t know, Lucy,” I said.

“Pleeeeeease,” Lucy said, “If we don’t like it, we can stop. I promise it’ll be awesome, and I bet it’ll feel way better than doing it on the floor. And it won’t be anything different than we’re already doing. It’s almost exactly the same thing. Truly.”NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

“So, you would, like, lie down. And I would be on top of you. And we would sort of, um, align?”

“Exactly,” Lucy said. She clapped her hands. Somehow, it seemed, I’d agreed to do this without realizing it.

My buxom, beautiful, blonde older sister climbed onto her bed and lay on her back. She patted the comforter, like asking a puppy to jump up and join her for a snuggle. Per usual, Lucy was wearing a t-shirt and tiny shorts. Yellow and green, respectively.

I had on a shirt, as well, and a pair of grey sweat-shorts. The thought of lying on my sister clearly appealed to one part of my anatomy, because I was already achingly erect. For once, my hard-on was going to be an advantage when we went to press.

I climbed onto the bed. It was oddly soft, like trying to crawl across a Bounce House with fifty kids going to town on it. I dragged myself next to my sister. Our faces so close, our noses could practically touch.

“Like this,” I said.

“Whole body,” Lucy said.

I climbed over my older sister. She spread her thick thighs. Holy fuck. This was oh-so-very-much like fucking. The clothes did not make a damned difference, I swear they didn’t.

Lucy seemed to be rethinking her idea, as well. Like the sudden closeness finally brought it home to her about what she was about to do with her brother. She gave me a nervous smile as I adjusted myself. But she didn’t stop me.

Gingerly, I aimed my groin over my sister’s. Then I slowly lowered it down. My hardness pressed into her. I couldn’t tell if I had the right spot or not.

“Little higher,” Lucy said. “To the left.”

Through layers of clothing, I couldn’t truly tell whether I was pressing against a leg, a tummy, or a pussy. But my sister sure knew when I hit her cleft because she let out a long, satisfied sigh.

“There you go,” Lucy said. She brushed her hair out of her eyes. “That’s the spot.”

My older sister looked up at me, expectantly. Again, we shared an anxious grin.

“OK?” I asked.

“Yes, OK,” Lucy said.

I became very aware of her soft, warm body. Her breasts pressing into my chest. Her legs on either side of mine. The smell of her shampoo — apple-y and sweet. Her full lips and cute little tongue. The endless blue-sky of her eyes. Not a cloud in sight for miles.

Lucy seemed to be examining me in the same way. Her eyes and body adjusting to mine. She put her hand up to touch my cheek, then ripped it away like it burned her.

“Sorry,” she said, “Habit.”

I didn’t have a good sense of my sister’s sexual experience. I knew she’d had boyfriends and I was sure they’d done more than kiss. I didn’t bother asking because she was my big sister, and it was none of my business. She certainly never inquired about my (meager) dating history.

Now, though, intimately on top of each other, I wondered if this was something my sister had shared with someone else. We say ‘virginity’ like it’s a singular thing and I suppose it can be. But there are all sorts of ‘virginities’ if you think about it — an endless number of intimate acts we can experience for the first time. I couldn’t help but wonder if my sister was sharing one of those with me in that very moment. The same way I was giving my own to her.

“You can press,” Lucy said, “I’m ready.”

I nodded. With my hardness firmly slotted against my sister, I ground down.

Lucy’s eyes flashed. She giggled. Then groaned.

“That’s. Definitely. The spot,” she said.

“Uh huh,” I agreed.

We pushed against each other for as long as we could, then broke. Gasping. Did it again. In some ways, this experience was almost expected. It’s what I’d been picturing every time on the floor, after all. And yet it was so different than anything I could have imagined. Beyond my fantasies into something truly unimaginable. Wonderful in every way.

I pressed into my sister and her hands reached up and gripped my butt, pushing me down into her.

“Sorry,” Lucy said, but she didn’t stop.

I grabbed her shoulders for purchase, in response. For a moment, I thought about reaching lower. I was afraid that one wrong action would end things. I can’t imagine how that would have happened. But in the moment, I swear it made sense.

Lucy’s gasps and groans got faster. Our actions more frantic. We worked each other to our release. Unlike before, we didn’t talk. Didn’t need to. All the stimulation we required was right there, with our sibling.

“Close.” I managed to squeak out.

“Do it,” Lucy said, “Let it go.”

A moment later, I felt the warm wetness of my spend spill into my shorts. There was something almost painful about it. Strained. The bliss overtook me. I felt my sister’s hand on my head. Stroking my hair lovingly. I became very aware of sharing this intimate, vulnerable thing with my sister. It made everything more satisfying, yet also scarier.

When I got my strength back, I rolled off of Lucy.

“That was nice,” she said, “Thank you for letting that happen.”

“Did you…?”

“Not really,” Lucy said.

“I’m sorry,” I said, meaning it.

“No, don’t be,” Lucy said, “Honestly it was totally awesome. Different. I loved it.”

I nodded, letting myself believe her. If I thought the floor was comfortable post-cum, you can only imagine how nice it felt to be in Lucy’s soft warm bed. I let my head loll against the perfumed pillows.

Then Lucy said something that totally blew my mind.

“I think it would be better if we do it without pants next time,” she said.

There wasn’t a word in that sentence that didn’t make my heart race.