Snowed In [MF] [Inc] [Mast]

I don’t know what it is about that specific silence, but it never leaves any uncertainty. Maybe it’s a subtle tone in her voice when she does speak. Maybe she chooses her words more carefully to let me in on her thinking. Maybe I’m just picking up on pheromones. Whatever it is, my sister always gets real quiet whenever she’s horny.

We both laid on our backs on her bed in single-person dorm room. I was visiting last weekend when a large snow storm hit, trapping me in town longer than I had planned. She lived in a long un-updated building. Almost every wall and every floor in the building was cold cement or, even colder, tile. Warmth wasn’t present anywhere, other than overbearing heat right next to the ancient radiators in each room. The building was so drafty that any heat didn’t extend more about 6 inches from a radiator. Rather, it almost immediately got sucked out any nearby window.

We shared a bed “almost exclusively” due to the cold. She didn’t have any heavy blankets other than her comforter and there’s no way I would have actually been able to sleep on the floor, even with the large area rug that would keep me off the tile. I say “almost exclusively” because nothing between us was ever quite innocent.

We had a long history of fooling around. Sure, she had a boyfriend, now, but he was at another college hours away. These past few days, like any other time we found ourselves together, there wasn’t any effort put forward to prevent the other from seeing us naked. Early in highschool, we’d discovered a “talking to your kids about sex” pamphlet in our parents’ room. They never did talk to us about the pamphlet, but we definitely learned from it.

At first, it was just looking at each other’s bodies and comparing them to the figures in the pamphlet. That went on for months, as one of us would think of a question about the other’s body. We’d ask about it, then the other one would show off their body to help answer. That’s when I first noticed her quietness. I’d try to have any conversation with her, but she’d be really quiet. Eventually, I’d push enough that she’d ask her question and we’d run off to her bedroom and I’d show her whatever she wanted. When we finally broached masturbation, we’d mostly just watch the other masturbate, then do it ourselves to show the other. A few weeks of taking turns lead to doing it at the same time. A couple weeks later, we started helping the other. After that, it stopped being about learning and just became about getting off. Almost any time we had time alone, we’d get eachother off: after school, when our parents went out for a date night, when home alone all day during breaks from school.

We never got any further than rubbing the other off. Neither of us suggested or asked about taking it further. It just seemed we both recognized that might be going too far. We were content with getting off each other off by hand. And it seemed to work out well. There wasn’t any jealousy when one of us would start dating someone. The other knew that things needed to stop without needing to discuss it . When we both happened to find ourselves unattached, somehow we’d find ourselves playing with each other again. Outside of that, we had a really solid relationship, being more like friends than squabbling siblings.

As we laid in her bed, I thought back over some of the times together and felt myself get a little turned on.

“You missing Mark?” I asked, testing the waters of her relationship.

“Yeah.” A long pause. “He was supposed to come visit after you left, but he got snowed in too.” Another pause. “I know I shouldn’t be angry with him, but he was already being flakey – not returning phone calls, canceling Skype dates, taking forever to text me back. Him not being able to visit is just frustrating me more. Long distance really sucks.”

“Yeah.” It was all I could think to say, returning to silence between us.

Eventually she spoke again, “I was thinking of ending things with him anyway, so I might as well just do it. Then I won’t have to wait months to get laid.”

We laid shoulder-to-shoulder in silence for a long time. I listened to my sister’s breathing. It was slow and deep. She seemed like she was focusing carefully on it. It must have been the pheromones (it was definitely not her complaint about not having sex) but I could feel her begging to be touched.

I swallowed hard and lifted my hand from the bed. I placed it on my sister’s stomach and dipped just my fingertips under the waistband of her pajamas and panties. I turned my head a little and glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. In the darkness, I could barely make out that my sister was biting her lip. She nodded slowly.

As I slid my hand down under her panties, my sister pulled her feet up the bed, pushing out her knees and opening her legs for me. I slid my fingers down along her pussy. The opening to her vagina was already slick with her wetness. I vibrated my middle and ring fingers in tiny motions, but still quickly, at her opening. I didn’t want to enter her, yet, but I wanted them soaking with her juices. I carefully ran my middle and ring finger along either side of her lips, pushing them open as I worked up towards her clit.

As I began to make small circles around her clit, my sister wrapped her fingers around my forearm. She let out a few moans when I picked up my rhythm. My sister pushed on my arm gently, encouraging my hand to head down her pussy. I followed her silent instructions.

My fingers traced her lips, getting wetter the closer they got to the opening of her vagina. She breathed in a soft gasp and her legs jerked closed a little as two of my fingers entered her. I pushed deep into her, allowing my second knuckle to just enter her. I pressed my fingertips to the wall of vagina and pressed against it. I pulled my fingers up along her front wall and pushed my knuckles out, stretching the opening wide as I pulled my fingers out. I quickly plunged back into her, then slowly and deliberately pulled them back out pressing against her as I went.

When I pressed in against her wall, my sister moaned from deep in her chest. After a few more rhythmic brushes against the length of her vagina, I pushed my fingers in and left them, right at the location where she moaned each time. I began to press and release against her with my fingertips quickly. I could feel her clit rubbing against the bottom of the palm of my hand as I worked my fingers.

My sister’s breathing got sharp and rapid. I could feel her grip tighten on my arm. I moved my fingers faster, pressing against her as rapidly as I could. Suddenly she gasped loudly and squeezed her legs together around my hand. The force of her legs, and her muscles closing and pulsing around my fingers, stopped me from continuing to work in her. Against my palm, I felt a sudden squirt of liquid. Quickly thereafter, another. I could feel her juices run down my fingers and to her ass.

After a few seconds, she pulled on my arm. I let her lead it out from underneath her clothes. She set my arm down on the bed next to her.

“God I love g-spot orgasms.” She said with a heavy sigh. “But they almost always make me cum. Now my panties are soaked.”

My sister sat up in bed and rotated her legs over the side. She stood up and pushed down on her pajamas and panties, letting them fall to the ground once they got past her hips. She kicked them across the room and crawled back under the covers. Through the dark, I didn’t get a view of her ass, not that I couldn’t picture in my mind it anytime I wanted.

My sister rotated onto her side, facing me. She put her elbow on the bed and propped her head up on an arm. “Want some help” she asked, knowing exactly what my answer would be.

I swallowed hard as she ran her free hand over the front of me. She pressed her hand hard against the shaft of my dick, which was lying hard down my right pant leg. After reaching the head, she outlined my dick with her fingertip, tracing her hand back up to the fly of my own pajama pants.

My sister slipped her hand quickly into the fly and grabbed my dick. She fought it, trying to pull it from my pants. I eventually had to help her, and she gave it a few long, slow strokes once it was free.

My sister let go of my dick and pulled her hand away from me. I could see in the darkness her lift her leg. The blanket in front of where her legs met her torso moved, with what I assume was her hand rubbing herself. It was only gone a few seconds, but when she returned her hand to my dick, it was soaking with her own juices.

I moaned as she gracefully ran her slick hand along the length of my dick. She gave her wrist a small twist when her hand reached the head of my dick. She squeezed together her thumb and forefinger, putting extra pressure on my head as she pulled her hand back down my shaft.

“Mmm, do you want to cum for me?” my sister whispered to me. “I want you to. Come on, do it for me.”

Her hand moved effortlessly thanks to her own personal lube. My breathing began to get labored and she switched her strokes as to keep her top finger always pressed against my head. She varied her squeezing perfectly mid-stroke so I could feel each finger as it passed by the base of my head. Each stroke gave me two or three independent shots of pleasure. She picked up her rhythm so that a near constant stream of intense pleasure flowed into my dick.

My hips lifted off the bed slightly. I grunted hard as I dropped back to the bed and came. The first shot filled my sister’s stroking hand with my cum. She laughed out in shock a bit. She slowed the motion of her hand and dropped it down to the base of my dick. As the second pulse came, she stroked her hand down my dick right behind it, squeezing the cum out of me. She repeated this motion on each subsequent rope, forcing out as much cum as she could onto her sheets.

After no more ropes came, my sister whipped her hand on my shirt. She left her hand on my chest and moved her other arm, letting her head fall onto my shoulder. She picked up a leg and draped it over mine. She sighed deeply. “Thanks for keeping me warm, brother.”

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