Sometime after we reached puberty, my sister and I engaged in incestual contacts not so much out of curiosity, but in search of sexual release. We were competitive and proud, so when one of us was trying to get the other “interested”, we didn’t use romance or seduction. We often suggested a role-game, such as playing “doctor”, or “runway model”, or “Playboy photographer”. My favorite was the latter, and since I actually owned some decent camera equipment, it made the scenario all the more real.
There was one particular day when dad was fishing and mom was working. Patty and I were in our mid-teens and eager to be home by ourselves. We were playing cards when I suggested a wager. If she lost, we played “photographer” and she would be the “model”. If I had lost the game, she wanted me to clean her room, but the fact that she agreed to my wager suggested she was probably horny and wanted to play that game, too. We played Rummy, first to 500 wins. It was a good game in that it was short, as I wanted to get into my role as camera-stud. I won by a whopping margin and my enthusiasm was obvious. With the parents being gone for a while, we were not limited by time, or discretion, or location, so I hurried up from the floor, and ran to my room to get my camera bag. I introduced myself as being from Playboy magazine. I presented an imaginary contract that detailed her equally imaginary pay and our responsibilities as photographer and model. She was to pose in any manner I requested, and she insisted that I was not allowed to touch her “privates” (yeah, right). I then lead her into the family room and told her to get comfortable. She sat on the sofa as I connected the flash and lens to the camera body. She didn’t want actual pictures to be taken, and after I proved the camera was without film, we began our “shoot”. I started with a couple pictures of her sitting where she was, then asked her to stand and remove her shirt.
She stood and slowly unbuttoned her blouse as the strobe flashed at her. She eventually removed the blouse and modeled her newest bra. She was not large breasted at this point in her life, but a bra was indicated. My helmet-wearing soldier quickly rose to attention. I told her to relax, have fun, and get into the role. I turned on some music and suggested that she could strip while dancing. Patty coyly danced to the music for about a minute, turned her back to me, reached around herself, and unclasped her bra. Patty then twirled around and faced me. She held the garment in place while she danced, then slowly slid it down her chest and exposed the upper part of her nipples. She would quickly and completely expose her breasts to the beat of the music while the flash illuminated the room. She really seemed to be getting into the role and was obviously having a good time. I positioned myself around her, commenting on how sexy and beautiful she was, and how I thought she could be a model for “real”. She continued to dance and flash her titties, then to my relief, threw her bra across the room. The soldier was at complete attention, and Patty noticed it. It seemed to motivate her, and she did a little shake that wiggled her breasts.
Typically with this scenario, I needed to remind her to remove clothing. She was either shy, or she thought that what we were doing was wrong, or perhaps she just wasn’t horny enough to independently initiate anything. But this time was different, and perhaps it is why this incident was so memorable. Without any verbal prompting by me, her hands slowly dropped down her stomach to the button on her jeans. My camera followed the action. She unbuttoned her blue jeans, and wiggling her hips, pulled down the zipper. When her dance turned her back to me, her jeans made a slow trip down her small adolescent hips. She slowly danced out of them, and was wearing only her panties. She continued to sway with the music, and with the panties still on, lowered her ass into the corner of the couch. She may have been hornier than usual, but there was still a degree of shyness left. I placed her right arm on the sofa-back, and her left arm on the end-table to her left, and by doing so, opened her bare chest to my camera’s eye. I moved-in and took a few close-ups of her breasts, and watched as the nipples become pointy.
I took pictures of her upper body, her legs, and closing in on her lap, I asked her to remove her panties. She smiled, grabbed the waist band, and teasingly slid it down to her knees. She brought her right foot up along her left leg, pulled it in through the panty, and pushed it off, then kicked it across the room. This display of sexuality was not typical of Patty, and at this point I knew we were in for an interesting afternoon. I continued shooting and again told her of her beauty and natural talents. Needing a better shot, I asked her to reposition herself so that she was squarely facing me. She should have been feeling vulnerable… naked, in a bright room, in front of the intruding photographer… but she was enjoying it all, and was presenting herself as a sexy, confident woman. I asked her to spread her legs, and slowly, but not shyly, she opened herself to my camera. As she did, all the natural lines led the lens to the patch of peach-fuzz growing in the corner formed by her inner thighs. I zoomed-in to her pink flesh and got as close as the lens would allow. Her clitoris seemed huge, but I still needed a more revealing shot. She was always a cheerleader and able to do the splits quite well, and when I asked her to spread her legs farther, she generously provided me the visual treat of her beautiful, mysterious, feminine folds.
At this point, I was more a photographer for Hustler, as there were some serious beaver-shots being taken. I told her to touch herself, and she reached down and slowly began masturbating to the music. This was making me incredibly hot, and I wanted a piece of the action. I explained to her, that for the subtle, artistic touch, the clitoris and adjacent areas should be wet and glistening, and asked if I could have the pleasure of making them such. Obviously incredibly stimulated, she forgot about the condition she placed in the contract, and gave permission without delay. I licked my finger and rubbed her bud while observing it all through the camera. I continued with this for a short time, then pulled the camera from in front of my face, and watched the scene unfolding in front of my own eyes. Patty’s hips were beginning to gyrate to the music as she was being masturbated. She sighed, and tipping her head back, she closed her eyes. I saw this as a cue to bring my face in closer to her pussy. She sensed my proximity, probably by the warmth of my breathe, and with both hands, parted her labia. I interpreted this as an invitation, and reached in with my tongue and licked her clit. She gasped at the contact, and I began to lap at her vulva.
After a few minutes of this, my neck was beginning to hurt, as we were still on the sofa, so I asked my subject to move to our parent’s bed. Probably uncomfortable as well, she quickly swung her leg over my head and ran into that room next door. I followed her, bringing with me the camera equipment, though I could just have easily left it behind. I found her waiting for me on the bed, laying on her stomach. Oh how I loved looking at her butt. I took a few close shots of her little ass, then placed a couple of pillows under her hips. This raised her butt into the air and I again requested that she spread her legs and play with herself, a request to which she seemed happy to oblige. The position allowed me an unobstructed view of her vagina, and to a lesser degree, her anus. The shutter clicked rapidly as her hips again started to gyrate.
I soon gave up on the role-playing game and placed the camera on a dresser next to the bed. I positioned myself between her legs and replaced her hand with mine, and returned to rubbing semi-circles on her bundle of nerves. I brought my face in for a closer look. She was, in fact, wet and glistening, with her pink folds calling out for attention. I leaned forward and smelled her. She had showered earlier, but there was still a faint, though undeniable scent to her. It was almost intoxicating. The pheromones were powerful and effective. I reached in and put my tongue into her cunt. She moaned with the shallow, but warm penetration. After a few insertions, my tongue moved north, to that sensitive area between her holes, and my thumb took its place within her vagina. By now, her hip movements were causing the bed to squeak, and she breathed in unison with those squeaks. My nose lay immediately adjacent to her anus, and not smelling anything unpleasant, I had my first taste of anilingus. The wrinkled muscles of her sphincter flexed as my tongue darted around her rectum. With my left hand, I parted her buns and probed her ass hole with my tongue. It was a tight fit, as was my thumb, now pumping her vagina as my forefingers rubbed her clitoris. She was moaning as if she was in pain, and I loved it. I was a pleasuring machine, hands and mouth working in unison to bring my sister to a sexual frenzy.
By now, a wet spot had soaked through to my jeans, and my erection wanted to participate in the feast in front of me. Patty was moaning and writhing in ecstasy, and I was jealous. I pulled my face out of her pleasure-zone, and with that, she whimpered and sighed a deep breath. I felt such power over my younger sibling. She was wanting, badly, and I had what she wanted. I fumbled out of my clothes, and released my throbbing prick. I climbed to the front of the bed and planted my erection in front of her face. I was not being presumptuous. We were beyond games. I had been pleasuring her in a very kinky manner and there was no doubt she could not resist to do the same to me. She raised her head from between her crossed forearms and found my dick bobbing up and down, staring at her. She smiled an almost EVIL smile. I had never seen her like that before. She was horny, sexy, and a little scary… I had created a monster. She uncrossed her arms, and with her elbows still on the bed, reached out with both hands and grabbed my sack of marbles. She moved to within an inch of my twitching organ and opened her mouth. It was another invitation, this time to fuck her mouth, an act which I had dreamed about my entire pubescent life. I scooted myself close enough so that her lower teeth touched the underside of the fireman’s hat. She smiled, lowered her head, and engulfed my dick in her mouth.
To the best of my knowledge, this was the first time she had performed fellatio, but it seemed to me that she knew exactly what she was doing, though this was the first time I had received fellatio. It felt better than I ever imagined! Initially, she ran her lips and tongue all around the sensitive head, and then she started to suck, and slowly brought me deep into her mouth. She gagged as my erection went into her throat. I didn’t want her to puke, so I instinctively pulled out, though she chased after me with her tongue and pulled me back to her by my balls. I generously put my prick back in her mouth, then placed my hands behind the back of her head, and guided it forward and back. Saliva ran down my shaft and onto my balls as I pumped her mouth. There was the occasional contact with her teeth, but at this point, there was a fine line between pain and pleasure. She moaned as she did before, though now obviously a bit more “muffled”. I was reaching a plateau, but didn’t want to be a “party-pooper” by cumming, so I pulled myself out of her mouth, and directed her to roll over.
We were now positionally, and sexually, ready for mutual oral sex. I layed on top of her and buried my face into the beautiful vee formed by her spread legs. She seemed to have difficulty maneuvering her mouth around my dick, so I experimented and rolled our intertwined bodies over. She pulled her knees up and was now squatting over my face. This was the most incredible position ever discovered! I had an AWESOME view, and an access to her that I never thought possible. I was able lick her clit, her vagina, and her ass hole, all while she was sucking on me! With saliva as a lubricant, I slowly inserted my index finger into her ass hole. In response, she licked her finger and pushed it into mine. This extra stimulation was about all I could handle, and was soon on the brink of an orgasm. I continued the digital stimulation and began to feverishly tongue-fuck her. By tilting my head back, I was able to touch my chin to her clit, and with that, she began “humping” on it.
Here we were, brother and sister, our naked bodies intertwined on our parent’s bed, with fingers in each other’s anus, and mouths around each other’s genitals. She started to gasp and I could feel her sphincter tighten with the onset of her orgasm, and I lost all staying power. My muscles tensed, and I began an incredible ejaculation. The volume of semen had probably surprised my sister, as she was unable to swallow it all. The concept of her drinking my fluid was very erotic, and I wished there was a counterpart of hers that I could consume. After about a dozen squirts into her mouth, the pace slowed, and our respective genitals soon reached a phase of hyper-sensitivity.
We continued to tease each other for a bit by biting and sucking, but the sensitivity was almost painful, so we released each other and layed together, exhausted. We had been as kinky as could be, and I was as emotionally close to my sister as I have ever been. I told her how much I loved her and thanked her for letting me cum in her mouth. She returned the thanks, and commented that she, too, enjoyed it.
I have yet to experience a more intense encounter as was experienced that day with Patty. I fantasize about it frequently, and sometimes modify the fantasy to include doing that with her as adults. Hmmm…