Bo and Me, Chapter 8 — Sealing the Deal (fg, mast, rom)

**Chapter 8 — Sealing the Deal**

At home we put our swimwear in the laundry, then sit down for dinner. Afterwards, Mom and Dad plop down on the couch to watch a movie on TV. Bo and I say our goodnights and retreat upstairs.

“I’m gonna be on my computer,” I tell Bo when we get to my room.

“Are you really?” Bo asks, sounding a little crestfallen.

“Why, what do *you* wanna do?” I ask her, grinning.

“Um. I think you know,” she says meekly.

I shrug. “Clueless.”

“Can we, um, cuddle?” Bo asks awkwardly.

“Your bed or mine?”

“Yaaaay!” she exclaims, beaming. “Mine.”

“Okay.” I grin. “Gonna be right over. Let me change into my pyjamas.”

“Oh, right. See you in a minute!”

She goes into her room, leaving the door ajar. I change into my pyjamas while Bo does the same. I can hear the fluffing of her blanket as she crawls into bed. “Come on over,” she calls.

My heart flutters as I enter my sister’s room. The ceiling light is off, the room instead illuminated by soft, low light from Bo’s red-shaded bedside lamp. Only her head is visible above the blanket. The smile she gives me is innocent and sweet, but I find myself turned on all the same.

She scoots over as I slip into her bed. I make myself comfortable, facing her. We just look at each other for a while.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. “I have the biggest crush on you.”

“Aaaww. I think you’re beautiful, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

We fall silent for a bit.

“I can’t believe that we’re… in love now,” Bo says.

“Me either. Alright, bedtime!” I put my hand over her face, covering her eyes.

“Heeey!” she protests, giggling. “It’s not bedtime yet. You said it was cuddle time!”

“I lied,” I tell her, my hand still over her eyes. “It’s kissing time.”

I move in and press my lips to hers. She gasps at the unexpected contact, then lets out her breath in a shuddering sigh. I can feel her body trembling next to mine. I remove my hand from her face but her eyes stay closed as she eases into the kiss. Her warm breath caresses me.

“I forgot just how good this feels,” she murmurs, her lips brushing against mine as she speaks.

“Yeah,” I agree. “It’s only been a couple of hours and I was already missing it.”

She wraps an arm around me, pressing her body against mine as we kiss. I feel heat building inside my chest, my pelvis, everywhere.

“Hold on,” I tell her, coming up for air. “Can we try something?”

“Yeah,” she says.

I laugh. “You don’t even wanna know what it is first?”

“No,” she says earnestly, looking into me with those wide brown eyes.

“Oh God,” I say, feeling overwhelmed. *She trusts me, and she’s just as into this as I am*. “Okay. Close your eyes and open your mouth a little.”

Bo does just that. I put my mouth back on hers, matching the shape of her parted lips. Then I inch my tongue forward until it makes contact with hers.

Immediately, she moans. “Ohhhh!” Her breath quickens.

I keep moving the tip of my tongue against hers. Excitement pulses through me like electricity. Once Bo gets over her initial shock, she responds in kind. Gently, gently, the tips of our tongues dance between our opened lips. I feel like my hair is standing on end.

Small “mmm” sounds keep coming from Bo’s throat. Hearing them makes my pussy ache. I start sliding my mouth against hers a little, drawing away from and back into our kiss. In between, Bo teases my lips with her tongue, sending crazy feelings throughout my body.

Cupping Bo’s face with my hand, I nestle myself as close to her as possible. Our kisses are getting wild, almost frantic. *We’re making out*, I think. *I’m making out with my sister.*

Bo tries to push her top leg in between mine and I instinctively allow it. I’m halfway on my back now. Bo’s knee is near my crotch, not quite making contact but making me ache for it. I moan.

Bo draws away from the kiss. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, catching my breath. “I’m just horny.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means I’m really turned on. It means I wanna… touch myself.” I glance down between us.

Bo follows my gaze. “Oh.” She looks back at me with wide eyes, her cheeks red. “Your kitty?”

I nod. “My *pussy*.”

“You can if you want to,” she whispers bashfully.

My mind is swimming with reasons why I shouldn’t do this, why it’s a bad idea. But my sex is throbbing, probably soaking wet by now, and my beautiful little sister is right here, pressed up against me, her face inches from mine, encouraging me to masturbate.

I put my mouth against Bo’s and draw a soft little kiss out of her. Our lips are still moist. My pelvic area is glowing with erotic heat.

“Okay,” I say, looking behind me. “But I really oughta close our doors first.”

“Good idea.”

Bo withdraws her leg from between mine. Right away I yearn to have it back there, pressing against my crotch for real, but I force myself to get up and close the doors – first to my room, then hers.

Bo looks up at me from her bed, childlike and beautiful. And oh God, I’m so hot for her. I kneel down on the bed straddling my sister, the blanket between our bodies. I lean down and kiss her, shivering with pleasure when our tongues start to dance again. My hair is falling around our faces, creating an intimate curtain, hot and close and blurry.

Bo squirms beneath me, her body grinding against mine. My hips are moving of their own accord, shifting around, looking for friction. I’m hungry for Bo and my kisses get sloppier as my need grows more intense. She’s trying to keep pace, but I worry that all of this might be overwhelming her. I force myself to stop, pulling away just a bit. My hair is still curtaining off our faces. We’re both panting hard in this little cave that is our new world.

“Lisa,” Bo says, her voice somehow both husky and small.

“Yeah?” But Bo doesn’t say anything else, still catching her breath, looking up at me with dreamy eyes. Feeling naughty and very aroused, in a sultry whisper I ask, “You want me to masturbate?”

“Yeah,” she breathes.

Rising up, I climb off of Bo and she scoots over to make room. I slip under the blanket and settle in next to her, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. Bo senses my nervousness. She smiles at me and parts her lips, wordlessly inviting me to kiss her.

It’s tender, cozy, sisterly. It leaves no room for tension, no room for anything but warm, mushy feelings of love and desire. Staring into Bo’s eyes, I reach underneath the blanket to hook both thumbs inside my pyjamas and panties, lifting my hips; then I pull them down just enough so my butt and pussy are uncovered, and lie back. My breath is trembling, my eyes still locked on Bo’s. *I’m about to get off next to my baby sister.*

I slide a hand down over my belly to my mons. With my legs barely open, my index and pinky finger glide over my thighs as the two inner fingers slide down to rest lightly on two very juicy pussy lips. I gasp at the contact, finding myself even wetter than I thought.

“Yeah?” Bo enquires gently in response to my gasp.

“I’m really wet,” I tell her.

Her eyes widen. “Wet?”

“Yeah. Your pussy gets that way when you masturbate.” *Maybe she hasn’t done it after all*, I think. “Here, let me show you.”

I remove my hand from beneath the blanket and hold it up. Even from a distance, I can smell myself on it. I spread my fingers apart, showing off how they glisten with my juices. “Wow,” Bo says.

I’m tempted to lick them clean, but Bo might be grossed out by that. Instead, I slip my hand under the blanket and back between my thighs, dragging the two fingers up and down my wet lips, avoiding my clit for the moment. Even just teasing myself like this feels incredible as I lose myself in Bo’s gaze.

“You make me feel so hot inside,” I tell her.

“I do?”

“Yeah. I’ve been wanting to touch myself all day.”

I inhale sharply as my middle finger finds my clit for the first time that night. I keep teasing myself, running two fingers all around the wet flesh and through my soaked slit, just making occasional contact with my clit.

“How does it feel?” she asks.

“Like heaven,” I sigh.

“You don’t mind that I’m watching?”

“No. Just makes it more intense.”

I whimper as I begin to focus on my clit. My touch is light at first, but it still feels incredible.

“Fuck.”

“Hmm?”

“It just feels so good… especially with *you* next to me…”

Suddenly Bo’s lips are on mine and she’s kissing me, her tongue darting between my lips. I moan into the kiss, a long, helpless high-pitched sound. “Nnnnggg…” The world goes swimming around me.

Then I feel her hand on mine, the one I’m using to finger myself. She just lets it rest gently on top, but the thought of her feeling my motion as I’m masturbating, the thought of her hand so close to my pussy, has my mind reeling.

I thrust my hand further down. The access is narrow because of my position, so I can only dip the tips of my fingers into my pussy, but it feels amazing nonetheless. Bo’s hand is still resting atop mine, her fingers brushing my inner thighs. We’re staring at each other, her eyes wide as moons, mine struggling to stay open, my brow furrowed. *I bet I look like a mess.* The thought turns me on even more.

Unable to help myself, I go back to my clit. I’m rubbing just a little faster now, using every ounce of willpower to pace myself. I want it to last forever. I can’t keep my eyes open anymore, so I turn my head to rest it on the pillow.

I feel Bo nuzzle into my hair and breathe right into my ear. It catches me by surprise, the sensation almost more intense than what my pussy is feeling. In an instant Bo’s move pushes me over the edge I’ve been riding so carefully, and it knocks the wind out of me. My thighs clamp down on our hands.

I don’t even make a sound as I come. My body’s at a loss for the proper reaction to this. For a good few seconds, I tense up, stiff as a board. Then my hips start jerking helplessly, entirely out of my control. I bite down on the knuckles of my left hand to keep myself from crying out.

I’m still coming, my hips weaker now but occasionally twitching. I feel like I’m going to black out. Instead, one last convulsion comes over me, and I finally let my breath out in a low, shuddering moan.

My thighs relax, breaking their grip on our hands. I let mine rest in place anyway, and apparently Bo is perfectly content to leave hers where it is as well, patting and squeezing mine as if to commend it for a job well done. My chest is heaving, my breath ragged. I turn my head to gaze at Bo, my mouth as wide open as her eyes.

“Is it always this strong?” she asks. “I almost thought you were having a seizure.”

“Hang on… a mi… a minute,” I manage to pant. “Still… recovering.”

“Okay.”

Keeping herself busy in the meantime, she starts planting soft little kisses all over my face. *I’ve gone to paradise*, I think.

“No,” I tell her once I’ve caught my breath. “It always feels great, but *that* was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. I didn’t know it could feel this good. I started to come when you breathed in my ear.”

“Come… that’s another word for having an orgasm, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You really liked me doing that, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

Without warning, she leans over me to breathe in my other ear. I moan. It feels incredible, making my clit tingle. My legs are squirming.

Bo giggles. “Wow.”

“That’s right,” I say. “It’s… it just… it feels unbelievable.” She does it again. “Oooooohhhh!” My thighs squeeze our hands. “That’s amaaazinnng…”

“I think I’ve found your *other* pleasure spot,” Bo teases.

“Yeah. Wow…”

Bo finally removes her hand from mine and examines it closely. “You weren’t lying about being wet,” she says. “Even I got a little on me.”

“I’ll clean your fingers for you if you want,” I say, surprising myself. My inhibitions are gone. I’m a sexy mess of a girl.

“I can just wipe them off,” she says, unsure of what I’m getting at.

“That’s not what I meant,” I say. “Check out how I do it.”

I take her hand by the wrist, guiding it to my mouth; then I put my lips around the tips of her fingers and gently suck on them. There’s barely anything on them really, but I can definitely taste myself. When Bo’s eyes widen again, I shrug. “I like the taste. And by the way, that was nothing. Look.”

Reaching back down, I run two fingers through my folds to scoop up more, a bit surprised by just *how* wet I am. Even my thighs are soaked, and…

“Oh shit.”

“What?”

I can feel my face growing hot. “I think I’ve made a puddle on your sheets.”

“Oh.” She giggles. “That’s okay. You’re the one who has to sleep in it.”

“Fair enough,” I say, more endorphins flooding through me at the thought of sleeping next to Bo.

Withdrawing that hand from between my legs, I display it to my sister. It’s practically dripping with creamy fluids. “Holy crap,” Bo says, leaning in to take a good look.

I lick the juice from my palm first, then suck my fingers clean one by one. The taste is strong. I almost get horny again, but only almost. Actually I’m spent, feeling myself drift towards sleep. It can’t be much later than 7:30, but it’s been a long, eventful day and that massive orgasm has finished me.

I lift my hips and wiggle my pyjamas and underwear back into place, feeling my panties get soaked as they nestle into my crotch. *These are gonna make for a nice souvenir,* I think.

“I’m falling asleep,” I say. “Goodnight kiss?”

Bo makes a face. “No offence, but… uhh…”

“Oh. Right.” Once again, I feel myself blush. My mouth still tastes like pussy.

“You’re still my favourite sister, though,” she says, giving me a kiss on each cheek before wrapping her arms around me, snuggling up close, her face nuzzled into my neck.

I kiss her on the head, whispering, “I love you, Bo.”

“I love you, too.”

Bo reaches back and turns off the bedside lamp. I close my eyes. Strangely, the darkness makes everything more colourful.

Visions start playing before my inner eye, each scene fading into the next. Carrying Bo around, her arm wrapped around my neck. Walking up the stairs… *“Did you wanna do something naughty with me?”* Behind the shed, talking about us being in love, making it real. Our first kiss. Falling into each other.

Then there’s Rebecca, nonchalant and cool and quirky and weird. Beautiful in a wild way, her hair floating all around her, that cute chubby tummy, those deep blue eyes. Rebecca kidnapping Bo. Both of them returning to kidnap me. Rebecca and Karin and Willi and Nick, a strange, beautiful family. Back behind the shed, now with Rebecca, sitting in a circle. Showing her how we kissed. Making her complicit, stealing her kisses, too. Raucous poolside fun with our families.

And finally, back in bed with Bo. Making out for real, tongues and all. Her shy little voice, saying, *“You can if you want to.”* My hand on my pussy, Bo’s hand covering mine. Her breath in my ear, making me come — now whisper-soft on my neck as she dozes. The scent of her hair filling my head. Her warm, blossoming body cozied up against mine. Melting, melting, melting.

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