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PART ELEVEN
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Julie scrutinized my body as the buttons at the bottom of my shirt opened to reveal the flesh beneath. When the last button was undone, I slinked out of it and tossed it at her. I didn’t just *toss* it to her, I *threw* it at her. She snatched it out of the air but kept her eyes focused on me. There was a tangible shift in the balance of power between us and we both knew that it favored the younger sibling – me.
“You said that sex could be an excellent motivator.”
“I believe I said it was a *powerful* motivator,” Julie quipped.
“It’s all the same. You’ve proven your point,” I replied. “Now that I believe you on the matter, I think it’s time I put it into practice myself.”
Before Julie could contemplate the assertion and reconcile it internally, I posed a very simple question for her.
“Do you love me?”
It was a no-brainer and she answered quickly.
“Yes, of course I do,” she admitted.
“No,” I retorted. “Do you *really* love me? Would you do anything and everything for me without hesitation?”
I was making in-roads to her psyche. We both knew what her answer would be. She simply wasn’t ready to give me the satisfaction of spelling it out. She wanted to be angry, but the feeling was obviously fading. In its place was a renewed spark of lust and longing. I could see it in the way she stared me down.
She had used the exact same words earlier. “Do you really love me?” She told other men that she loved them but never truly meant it. In her own words, it was said only as a convenience. A means to an end.
I kicked off my shoes and took a step closer toward my beautiful, blonde sister. Her hands were clenched at her sides as she watched my pants fall to the floor. I flung them carelessly aside with a flick of my foot. While doing so, I noticed her chest heave as she drew in a sharp breath.
Having her temporarily mute attention, I seized the moment and wasted no time in dropping my underwear to the floor as well. Her eyes fell to my manhood as I closed the distance between us.
“I am yours,” I said, reiterating what was already known.
Julie placed her hands on my chest and let her eyes drift upward to meet mine.
“And you are now mine,” I added.
I cupped her breasts before balling up the soft material of her dress into my fists.
“All mine.”
Julie gasped as I tore the dress from her torso. I rendered the top of it in half easily, but the bottom part remained tight around her waist. The torn pieces hung limp to her sides.
My sister threw her arms around my neck and plunged her tongue deep into my my mouth. I could feel her hard, exposed nipples poking at my chest as we kissed. Sliding my hands down and along her back, I drew her waist against me. The friction and pressure was enough to make me fully engorged.
“It’s really happening, isn’t it?” she twittered with nervous excitement.
She stopped kissing me and I could see why. A gigantic smile was plastered on her face.
Before responding, I leaned forward and rested my forehead against hers. The scent of her perfume had faded, but in its place I could smell her essence. Whether it was sweat, soap, pheromones, or whatever else, I didn’t know. The smell was intoxicating and I breathed it in earnestly.
“Come to me,” I whispered.
Leaning ever so slightly forward, I invited my sister to jump up and wrap her legs around me. However, her attempts to envelop me failed at the launch. The remnants of her dress wouldn’t allow her to move freely. Her struggle was not-so-oddly titillating. She tugged downward at the frayed pieces but was unable to extricate herself.
I pulled the hem of her tattered dress up and slid it over her hips. It hung loosely around her waist and she was finally free.
Julie giggled and threw herself at me once more. I caught her effortlessly and dipped my hands under her thighs. Her legs were drawn around me so tightly that it was effortless to hold her up. I was free to touch her however I wanted.
The kisses came fast and furious. Alternating between pecks on the cheeks and lips, she would briefly lash at my tongue with her own.
I tried to grasp my cock in one hand and maneuver her ass in the other. When I finally positioned myself to penetrate her, one last obstacle remained.
Julie stopped kissing me and waited while I slowly moved the crotch of her panties to the side.
She held her breath as the tip of my penis traced a route along her inner thigh and zeroed in on her dampening pussy. Although slightly dry on the outside, when I parted her lips, lubricated warmth welcomed me.
Julie moaned with a combination of pained desire, longing, and ecstasy as I slipped inside of her. Years of effort culminated into one beastly exclamation.
“*Ohhhharrrrrgggguhhhhh*,” she cried out.
Her nails dug into my back and drew across my shoulders as she began to rock her hips back and forth. The pain was exquisite, but welcome. She could have ripped the flesh from my very body. It would have only served to render me harder than steel. Every fiber of my being was singularly focused on my lover.
Time seemed to slow down as my senses picked up on each and every nuance. Sounds were amplified. Previously unidentifiable aromas were now discernible. My vision was hyper-keen. For the first time in my life, I felt like the universe was bending to my will instead of the other way around.
Julie rocked and swayed, grinding desperately against me. She tried to kiss me, but couldn’t contain herself. Some of what she said was unintelligible, but there were a number of words and phrases I could make out. “*Ohmygawd, ohmygawd, ohmygawd… yes, yes, ohmygawd yes… fuck me…* along with other grunts, groans, and mumbles.
Her first orgasm came as a surprise to me. Suddenly, she stopped moving and clung to me with her mouth agape. For a brief moment, I thought she might have been having a stroke. Then she started quivering and pulling herself tightly against me. Her pussy was sopping wet and I felt her contract around my cock several times.
After the first few waves had passed, she began rocking against me once more. Although not immediate, I felt the urge to come swelling up from deep inside of me.
I maneuvered closer to the bed where I was able to lay somewhat prone to my sister. She wouldn’t relax her grip, so I was forced to awkwardly fuck her from a semi-standing position off of the side of the bed.
Thrusting harder with every stroke, I knew it wouldn’t take long until I came and I told her exactly as much.
“Oh my god, Julie,” I panted. “I’m gonna come. I’m gonna… I’m…”
“I want you to do it inside of me,” she replied without hesitation. “Come in me. Don’t pull out.”
Although her legs had been wrapped around me the entire time, she squeezed them even tighter, seizing me in her grasp.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Fuck me harder. Come in me. I need your come inside of me.”
Julie begged for it like a good slut as I slammed her forcibly and repeatedly against the mattress. My ass cheeks clenched and I felt a familiar throbbing at the very base of my cock under my balls. With a final lunge, I groaned and spurted at least four or five times inside of my sibling. She writhed against me while I was momentarily paralyzed from the release.
I collapsed as she twitched and pulsed beneath me. A warm liquid seeped out of her and I felt it covering my scrotum. It was heavenly feeling her shudder beneath me.
My heart was throbbing in my ears and the only other sound I could discern was the two of us gasping for breaths.
Julie giggled in my ear breathlessly. I coughed trying to stifle laughter and failed to articulate a response. The situation was beyond surreal. It was best sex I ever had, or would likely ever have, but it felt like only the beginning, too.
I drew back slightly to consider my sister’s face. All that I could see was pure bliss. Never in my life had I seen someone so happy. It may have been delirium setting in, but I let my emotions get the best of me and went with my instincts.
Sliding down her body, I dropped to my knees beside the bed and found myself face to face with Julie’s dripping wet pussy. My semen mixed with her grool was just beginning to seep down her inner-thigh and onto the bed when I plunged my tongue between her labia. The taste was beyond sublime. I could never have have imagined such a thing until that moment. It wasn’t long lasting, however.
Julie pulled two handfuls of my hair forward so I could glimpse her above the horizon of her *mons pubis*. She wanted me nearer to her face and I couldn’t object.
I crawled up the bed toward her and she squirmed to the side so we would lie perpendicular to each other. Nothing was said while we waited to collect ourselves. Our breaths caught deep and we exhaled sharply. Hearts pounded mightily in our chests. Words were lacking, but not necessary.
I drew my sister nearer and turned to lie on my back. Instead of collapsing against me, she took my arm and positioned it across her midsection. One hand slid below mine and the other one quickly came above. Her pussy was radiating heat as she placed my sandwiched hand over it.
Remaining otherwise still, I let Julie manipulate my fingers as she masturbated. My thoughts began to drift to the story she told me earlier about the first orgasm she ever had as a teenager. Back then, my unknowing hand had covered her supple breast while she writhed against the night, but now she had she same hand on lock-down between her fingers.
From start to finish, it took Julie all of about ninety seconds before she peaked with hysterics. Clamping down on my arm to render it immobile, she quivered relentlessly as I tried to figure out whether she was laughing or crying. I believed it to be both and could only stare at her with amazement.
Until then, I had never witnessed someone weep from joy. My mood from before had changed and I felt almost giddy with happiness, not just for myself, but for Julie. I’m sure I made people happy a few times throughout the course of my life, but never anything like that.
We laid there silently in each other’s arms until the sun came up. From time to time, she would kiss me or curl my hair with her fingers, but nothing was said aloud. Nothing needed to be said. There would be time to talk and work out all of the details, but everyone and everything else could wait.
Sunlight streamed in through the windows and washed over our naked bodies.
Looking back on it now, I liked to think that the world was baptizing our new arrangement and recognizing our forbidden love for the beautiful thing we treasured it to be. I know it all sounds crazy, but I’m happy now and I really don’t care. My sister Julie says the same thing, too.
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