>[x] Talk about what happened in the shower, and with Alex.
"What was that about, anyway?" You ask as you stroll down the aisles towards the beer coolers.
Cerise plays dumb. "What was what about?"
You won't let her weasel out of it so easily. "You know what. It's like you caught Whitneyitis or something. I know you're a pervert, but..."
You don't finish the thought.
"I told you already," Cerise says, rubbing an elbow with the hand that's looped through the shopping basket. "It's not about you, it's..." She sighs. "So I'm a pervert, so what. How could I resist seeing one of my fetishes up close and personal like that?"
She roots through the individual-serving beer bottles in the tall glass case, as if trying to focus on anything but you.
"Well..." you say. Your heart is beating like mad. "I guess I'm a pervert too. And-- it was fun, with you watching. I wouldn't mind letting you watch again. If you want."
Cerise is holding a bottle of Corona by the neck. She looks at you. "...We're degenerates, huh?"
You stare at the ceiling. "Yeah. I guess so."
"I like being a degenerate with you," Cerise says softly.
You look back down at her. "Me too."
Real American Hero man beeps past on his scooter again. Talk about a mood killer.
"I did more than watch, though, didn't I?" Cerise says after a turn.
You clear your throat.
"I won't do that again... if it's TOO weird," she says, stammering a bit. "I mean... touching you, sitting underneath you like that. Doing things with you... l-like that."
You massage the bridge of your nose. "Cerise... one thing you have to understand about me is, I'm never going to say no to cumming on a girl's face..."
She slugs you in the shoulder. "Pervert," she says. Then: "...does that mean you want to do it again?"
You can only nod.
"...Now?" She says hopefully.
You gulp. "What do you mean, now? Okay, you definitely have Whitneyitis."
"We could be dead tomorrow," Cerise says. "YOU could be dead... so if you're okay with it... and I'm okay with it... we should take the opportunity while we can."
You look around, uncertain. "Even IF I said yes," you begin, "this is kind of a public place, isn't it?"
Cerise grins.
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A few moments later, you sneak into the dressing room where Cerise is already waiting for you.
The quarters here are cramped, with barely enough room for you to stand facing one another.
Cerise steps forward, putting her arms against your chest. "I just want to be clear again," she says, peering up into your eyes, "I am NOT a brocon. Just... a curious young woman. That's all."
"Young?" You say.
She slugs you again.
"Sit down," she tells you. "We gotta be quick... and quiet."
You sit. Cerise turns around and gets down on her knees in front of you. She scoots up close.
Just seeing your older sister between your legs causes you cock to lurch in your jeans. You're already erect. With shaky hands, Cerise reaches out for your fly.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she unzips you. You're not sure whether it's just an attempt to be quiet, or her own trepidation that makes her dawdle. You decide to help her out, regardless. You unbutton your jeans, lift your butt and pull them to your ankles. Now only the thin fabric of your tented boxers separates Cerise from her prize.
She runs a soft hand against your bulge.
"Alabaster, has anyone told you that you have... a really, really big dick?"
"I've heard that, I guess. How would you know, anyway?"
"I guess I don't have a lot to compare it to, but..." Her hand lightly brushing and cupping you is only making you harder and harder. So is the sight of her face just inches from it.
"Wow," is all she can finally come up with.
What she does next surprises you. She puts her lips and nose directly against your crotch and rubs her face against it. You close your eyes and try to suppress a groan.
"I love the way you smell..." Cerise says, voice slightly muffled. She inhales deeply and fills her lungs. "That's why I always..." she begins, but trails off. You can't think straight enough to ask what she means. You can only gaze lovingly down as she rubs her face against your straining dick and breathes your scent. She looks like she's in utter bliss.
"It won't bite," you encourage her.
She spends a few more lingering moments sniffing you all over, driving herself into animal heat. She squeezes her thighs together and puts a hand down the front of her pants. Finally when you feel like you can hardly take the tension anymore, she snakes a few fingers into the fly of your boxers and fishes out your dripping cock. Her eyes cross stupidly as it fills her vision and she stares at it like a worshiper at an idol. Her lips part hungrily.
"Kiss it," you tell her.
She kisses it. She trails little pecks up and down the shaft. You pull your nuts out and she kisses those, too, each in turn, twisting her face this way and that to get at them. As she kisses you, she continues to huff and breathe deeply to fill her nostrils with your smell. Her kisses get wetter, more lingering, and lewder. She holds the edge of the bench between your legs as she works, wrapping her lips around you and leaving strands of saliva wherever she goes. She ends finally at the head, where your precum is leaking out in fat droplets. She latches her lips around the tip, right over the piss slit, and sucks your precum up directly from the source. Her cheeks are blushing and her eyes are gleaming with lust.
"Ohhhh," you coo, trying to keep your voice to only a whisper. It's too good not to let your voice out a little. Inexperienced though she is, your sister is a great cocksucker. You pet her hair in appreciation.
She releases your dick from her lips and peers into your eyes. "Take off your boxers... I wanna..." she gulps. "I want to lick your asshole, Alabaster..."
You pull your boxers off and lean back against the wall so she has access. She dives in without hesitation. You have no idea where things are headed with your sister, but the deliriously pleasurable sensation of her tiny, pink, wet tongue lapping at your anus is all you need right now, and it overrides any other thought. She whimpers softly while she works, still masturbating herself, and services you. You reach down and hold the back of her head. You feel her tense beneath you as you press her firmly and beckon her to go deeper, faster. She eagerly rims you out, your cock and balls resting obscenely against the top of her head, your dick oozing into her hair. You can hear her tongue working you over, moving back and forth. You can feel the drool all over your insides and dripping down again.
It's so good that you feel the familiar ache deep in your belly and know you're going to cum soon. "Cerise..." you grunt. "Cerise..."
She pulls back, practically gasping for breath, her face wet with her effort. "No," she pants, "no, do it here... do it in my mouth... I want to taste you cumming in my mouth..."
She grabs the base of your pulsing dick and gets her mouth around it as best she can. She gets four or five inches in before you feel her throat constricting and she gags. The gag causes a miniature explosion of spittle to course down your cock. The smooth viscous sensation of it combined with her tongue straining repeatedly against the sensitive underside of your shaft brings you over the edge. You grab the back of her head, again, and force her down just a little bit more.
"Fuck!" You cry, not caring who might hear. "Ohhhhhh fuck, Cerise, I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum down your throat!" You stand partially, your knees still bent, and press your cock into Cerise's clamping esophagus. She sputters and retches around you, and you empty your nuts into her. You fucking cum in your sister's mouth. You see stars and your toes curl as your incestuous seed shoots in slimy ropes to the deepest recesses of her wet mouth. As you pull back, she squeals in ecstasy, still fingering her own cunt.
In total, primal lust now you push her onto her back and rip her pants off. "Alabaster--" she moans, still coughing from the rough use of her mouth. You reach down slap her hand away from her pussy. You dive between her legs, holding her knees apart as you get your face up close to her wet cunt.
"Alabaster!" She cries, louder this time, hands to her face as she stares down at you.
Cerise's dark punk pussy is plump and pretty, and soft as silk, and as much as Cerise likes your scent - you like hers. This pussy of your older sister's that's been sweating all day in a hot car is the best thing you've ever laid eyes on, and you don't care that she's related to you. You need it. You nuzzle her clit a little with the tip of your nose, before you clamp your mouth around it - and start servicing her like only you know how.
"Ohhh--" she gasps, breathless with the sudden shock of it. "Ohhhhh my god-- how are you so-- ffffuck! Oh, fuck!"
Your tongue swirls around her clit at alternating speeds, and laps wetly at her parting labia. She doesn't need to know that you've had practice, a LOT of it. That practice is finally paying off for a noble cause: making Cerise cum in your mouth. Her cunt is the sweetest thing you've ever tasted, like honey almost, her wetness a thick nectar that you greedily drink down. You eat your sister out as she squirms and writhes, and you have to hold her still with one hand under each knee, to make sure she doesn't float away.
Soon she's bucking her hips and grinding her pubic mound against you. "Alabaster, fuck, fuck!" She grunts. "I'm gonna cum! Make me cum!"
You nod enthusiastically.
"I love you!" She screams. "Oh god!" And then it happens: she orgasms, her spasming pussy releasing a deluge of cream that you struggle to keep up with. Just as you came on her, she cums on you: you take it all, and then some.