Not Yet But Now 7

Not Yet But Now, Ch. 7 of 15
by Dirty Pierre

The weeks, or more properly the weekends, passed with much shared carnal pleasure after that. I was careful not to tread too deeply or expose too great a depravity unless sure that it would be appreciated, but it did seem that both Mum and Alice had very dirty minds. We happily shared in the celebration of our precious bodily fluids and the exposure of the darker recesses of our imaginations.

Not that it was all depravity. And I bore steadily in mind the contraception question, waiting on the day when the risk of pregnancy might be declared over. Thus, one Friday night as we all cuddled together in Mum’s – or was it our? – big new bed, the topic of sexual intercourse and the reproductive cycle arose, as I suppose it frequently does in such situations.

“So, I’ll still have my period?” Alice asked.

“Yes, of course,” Mum replied, “I thought I told you that.”

“Probably, but I forgot. And after that?”

“After that you should be safe. But what I’d like to do – Alice, you’re still a virgin, aren’t you?” Mum asked, not entirely sure of the answer.

“Yeah.”

“Well, I’m in two minds whether it’s the best idea for both of you – as virgins – to explore each other, you know, in making love – assuming of course that you both want to…”

It was unusual for Mum to skirt around a topic like this. Alice helped her out.

“So, you’d like to fuck Peter before he fucks me? Assuming we want to fuck each other, of course,” she added, a little sarcastically.

“No, darling, I wouldn’t have put it that way. Not at all. I just don’t want it to be awkward for you, and a little experience beforehand for one of you may help…”

“Sure, Mummy,” Alice laughed. “You’d like to guide us. In our own best interests, of course. Not at all because you want to get at your horny son before I do.” I could see where this was going.

“That’s not fair, dear. I have a little more experience, and, I’d like to think, a little more wisdom than you about these things.”

“Certainly, Mother. All for our good. You’ll make a martyr of yourself as usual, just like when you taught me to eat your pussy…”

“Oh forget it!” Mum responded, hurt.

I sought to distract her by reaching between her legs, but she brushed my hand away. Instead, she rolled away and got out of bed, pulling on her dressing gown and storming out of the room.

“Weren’t you a bit hard on her?” I suggested to Alice.

“Maybe. But she does this, you know. I’ve been fucking her a long time…”

“How long?”

“’S hard to remember. She used to play with my clit when I was pretty small, maybe eight or nine. And get me to play with hers.”

“Really? That long…?”

“More or less. And we started having oral sex pretty much as soon as I got my period, so that’s six or seven years all together. Not that I’m complaining,” she added more brightly, “’Cos I do love it. But sometimes I feel, well, that she’s in charge all the time: do this, do that – y’know?”

“Yeah, I s’pose. You know, she wanked me off a couple of times when I was 11, but that was all, and I didn’t get to touch her…”

“Probably because she couldn’t get enough of my horny cunt!” Alice laughed, “But she hasn’t turned me into a complete lesbo, you know.”

She looked at me a little uncertainly, before continuing, “You know, Pete, I do want to…um, do you think I’m pretty?”

“Of course I do.”

“I wish I had big tits like Mum. And her arse.”

“But yours are lovely.”

“D’you really think so?”

“Sure I do.”

Our heads had gradually got closer and closer on the pillows, and our voices softer and softer. I reached one arm around her neck and brushed the long blond hair away from her face. Looking deep into her eyes I felt the warmth of her breath on my lips, then her soft mouth, her tongue coyly seeking mine. This time was different from the day she sprung Mum and me in bed after school. Then she was all of a show-off. This time was for her and me.

I could feel the warmth of her young tits pressing against my chest, the perfect smoothness of her hips and butt-cheeks as I pulled her closer, my cock trapped hot and hard against her pubic mound. She grabbed my arse, grinding her pussy lips against my cock and cooing quietly in pleasure.

“Mmm, that’s lovely,” she purred as I bent to kiss and suck on her pink nipples. I felt them becoming erect, her areolas puffy beneath them. And I pushed her arm up and kissed and bit the stretched muscle beneath it, eliciting a randy groan, feeling her twist and throw a leg across me to rub herself against my hip. But I pushed her off and held her shoulders down, looking into her eyes.

“I want to eat your cunt.”

“Please…”

She relaxed as I trailed my wet tongue across her tummy, over the twin low ridges of smooth muscle that lead the eye from a young woman’s ribs to her cunt and subtly hint at readiness for impregnation and for the hot, sperm-accepting delight that precedes it. She giggled and flinched as I tickled her belly button before kneeling between her slim legs. Alice smiled at me and gently teased her clit, her cunt wet and slightly open, a delicate silky pink inner collar of flesh at the entrance; beyond that – mystery.

“Go on, bro,” she said quietly, wriggling her bum to get comfortable. “I want you to.”

I bent my head to her small pubic mound. Her fine blond bush was neatly trimmed above her slit. I brushed my lips across it, feeling it tickle beneath my nose, then licked below, a single swipe along her smooth hairless pussy lips. She moaned and reached with both hands to open the outer folds with her fingers. A clear viscous drop formed at the opening of her delicate inner lips and ran down towards her arsehole. Another, but this one I was ready for, quickly ducking my head to catch it on my tongue, savouring it and the beautiful fresh scent of her young cunt. It was not apples, it was must, but lighter than Mum’s, plainly younger yet ready, too, ready to entice, to entrance, to fuck, to mate. I wormed by tongue gently a little way into her silky sheath, searching for more, and nudged her clit with my nose as I sipped from her. Slowly, slowly, gently I tongued her now open cunt, her lips from bottom to top, pausing on the tiny pink button part hidden there. Just the smallest movement of tongue alone on that tender spot, tiny, tiny, tiny circles ‘til her breath suddenly caught. “Oh!” she exclaimed.

More circles, more teasing circles on that precious clit, pushing at it a little more firmly, moving my head now too as I worked upon her, she making little ragged mouse squeaks; I slipped my middle finger deep into her slippery channel and pressed upwards in time with my mouth as Mum had taught me and now she groaned long and gripped a tight fistful of my hair; now she gyrates her hips to meet my eager tongue, she wants she wants oh fuck she wants in every fibre, every nerve; and I, I want, I want her sex, I want her soul, my lovely one, my sister, lover, princess, let me make you cum, make you cum, you cum, you cum!

I did not doubt, as she abandoned herself in her release, that this was as sweet as life might ever be, and when she opened eyes full of tenderness on me I drank in her love. We kissed long, soft and deep, her fresh young body moulded to mine, her slim hips to stroke, her legs and fingers to entwine.

“You, too?” she asked at length.

“Of course…”

“I want to fuck.”

“But Mum…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You can pull out before you, ah, finish…can’t you? I know it won’t be the same as cumming in me, but I want you inside me.”

“You’re sure?”

“As I’ve ever been…” A glint came to her eye. “I want my brother’s cock up my cunt.”

I just about came on the spot. Lying on her back, she reached for my stiff rod as I aimed it more or less at where I believed her opening to be.

“You like?” she asked, rubbing the head in the juicy flesh just below her pubic bone.

“Uh-huh.”

“More?” Tilting her pelvis up and pushing my cock down brought its purple head to the mouth of her cunt. She smiled as I let my weight carry its fat, veined length into the depths of her young channel, a warm wet glove of snug flesh that welcomed my burning member with an impossibly long, sweet, juicy caress.

“Oh… fuck…” we moaned, almost in unison.

I slowly withdrew, savouring her cunt’s delicious suction, then eased my rod back into her, grinding against her pubis when I could force myself no deeper. I’d have poured my entire body into her hole if I could.

She tilted her hips forward a bit and began working her bottom up and down; I, too, worked my hips to gain wet friction on my cock, and thus we began fucking: two eager virgins, rutting deep, hot and utterly forbidden; brother and sister joined in lascivious delight. And she hooked her legs behind my back to pull me in more forcefully. And she grabbed my arse to hasten my thrusts as I ploughed her hot slit, cunt-froth forming round the base of my cock and in my pubes, so hot my little vixen sister is to mate, so perfectly tight her horny wet fuck-hole as I grasp her waist to work myself into her lubricious depths, I can feel it welling up yes, those tingles rushing, rushing…

“Gotta stop, gotta stop…” I panted, pushing my torso up.

Alice continued to wriggle her horny bottom beneath me, randily working her hot little cunt on my shaft.

“No,” she muttered, low and determined, “Cum in me, Peter, cum in me…”

She had me in the death grip, her legs locking me to her, our heated crotches irrevocably joined.

“Oh, Alice…fuck…!”

“Yes! Fuck my cunt! Fill me up with your cum! Oh, Pete, I can feel it throbbing! You’re cumming in me! I want it all! All your sperm! All inside me!”

“Oh Alice! Alice!”

The heavenly rush of climax inside my beautiful sister’s willing young body was overwhelming. I felt my cock pulse again and again in the depths of her cunt, every pearl of semen that my youthful body could conjure flowing into her, filling her to overflowing, writing my name inside her with every last delicious incestuous drop.

I collapsed, cock slowly deflating inside her, my legs between her casually spread thighs.

“Thank you, dear sister,” I panted.

“It was a pleasure, dear brother,” she responded, smiling, and kissing the tip of my nose.

There was a bump behind us.

“Alice! Peter! What the…What are you doing?” Mum was shrieking.

“What have you done? Oh God – you haven’t…? Oh no, no, no, surely not…”

We rolled apart to face her. On reflection, it was pretty obvious from our positions and languid, freshly fucked air that we had been copulating, but Mum insisted on obtaining confessions. And then came the recriminations.

“Alice, I thought you’d have more sense, more responsibility. What if you become pregnant? You won’t think it’s funny then. And Peter, I’m very disappointed in you.

I warned you both against doing this, and you only had to wait a week or two longer.”

Alice was marched off to the bathroom where, as she later told me, Mum made her squeeze and wash as much of my cum out of her pussy as she could. I was banished to my room.

It certainly took the gloss off our first coital experience. And rather chilled the sexual atmosphere for the remainder of that particular weekend. There was a lot more dread than naughtiness on offer, though Alice and I exchanged many glances of sympathy for each other.

The following Tuesday, however, she got her period. Bouncing back to her usual buoyancy, Alice confided to me, “Mum’s just jealous.”

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6 thoughts on “Not Yet But Now 7

  1. Very sweet engaging story. Please do go on on three fun loving people. Very good mum

  2. Hi from AUS .
    What a fantastic story ,love you work,
    i cant find “Not yet but now” 8 and 9.
    i have to finish reading the story .
    PLEASE help.
    Regards
    Chris.

  3. @Chris: It looks like I missed putting the follow-on links in some of the chapters – yikes! I fixed those, but the easy way to get to any chapter is to go to the More Stories page (which you can get to by clicking on “More Stories” in the top nav bar). http://dirtymind.kinky-blogging.com/stories/

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