6 comments/ 53597 views/ 11 favorites Bobbi, Unexpected Ch. 01 By: SSobotkaJr It was one of the LAST things I was expecting to find when I got home from work that night. I live in one half of a two-level apartment duplex, not far from my job -- working as a mechanic -- as I have been since I finished trades-school four years ago. While I was glad to move out from my parents home, the one thing I did from the get-go is offer an extra key to my younger sister. The proviso was she could visit any time she felt the need to, so long as it wasn't at too odd of an hour of the day (or night), and so long as she called ahead . . . just in case. Well, this time Bobbi -- short for Roberta -- must have decided the "call ahead" didn't apply this once. After all, she'd checked with me three days ago, right when I was starting a five-day, 12-hour "on-call" deal at the garage. Bobbi later admitted that, knowing I should have been out for a while, she clearly had decided it would be okay to let herself in, on the general principal she'd be gone long before I got home that night. What she didn't count on was the fact work at the garage was slow. Dead slow. To the point my boss told me to go ahead and leave early. So, I get home around two in the afternoon -- dropping my toolkit and work boots off at the front door, and really felt the need to get to my shower, clean off the gook and gunk and relax for a while. Passing by the entrance to the living room-slash-den, I heard music. Now I clearly remember turning off the T.V. and the radio this morning before I left. I peeked around the corner of the doorway . . . and did a classic, cartoon, Bugs Bunny style double-take; shocked at what I saw! The doorway was across from the long couch that dominates the far wall of my living room. From there, I had a clear view of Bobbi; who was sprawled across the cushions, clearly off in her own little world as she listened to one of my Jazz and Blues CDs in the stereo unit nearby. There was a couple of beer cans on the coffee table in front of her, as well as a rumpled paper bag and some open wrappers of Bobbi's favorite Mexican take-out place. The mess wasn't what shocked me. What shocked me was the fact my little sister was buck-ass naked! More than that, Bobbi was also rubbing her hands all along her trim, compact little body, clearly in the process of some self-pleasure play. Now, I'm not immune to the fact Bobbi's a woman. We lived together for nearly seventeen years with our parents, before I moved out. Now, Bobbi was twenty-one, and far be from me to lie but my baby sister really grew into her inches, so to speak. She's a short little thing; barely five-five, about one-twenty -- even soaking wet (no pun intended there, pervs!). But Bobbi packs it all in equal proportion. She's got killer hips and legs, and even though she's barely a C-cup (she's more of a well-topped off B), her boobs rarely ever just get a single glance when she's wearing a tube top or anything less concealing. Add to that a pug nose, Cupid's bow lips and eyes and hair that are as black as ink, the later of which she'd left in a short, gamin-style cut. She's a stone-fox, believe me. So, at that point, watching her squirm on top of my couch in her birthday-suit . . . well, brother or not, I'd be a fool not to be struck stupid by the sheer sight of her. Granted, the only thing I had on my mind just then was that shower I had planned . . . but, you know how the plans of most men go. Especially when confronted with a naked chick giving herself a good time. Even if that chick happens to be their sister. Truth to tell, I had been standing there for a couple of minutes watching Bobbi pleasure herself. The way her hands trailed over her "beaches-n-cream" skin, slipping across her delectable boobs and across her firm tummy, just barely brushing against her sex . . . you'd have to consider me a dead man, if I wasn't sporting a chubby. Which I was. A pretty stiff one, and from the tightness in my cover-all's it was going to be a whopper when it finished filling out to its six-and-a-half limit. I should have just backed out, headed upstairs and took my shower. Any other brother worth their salt would have done that. Me? Color me a pervert, but that shower was now the furthest thought in my head just then. Knowing that I'd be in Dutch if Bobbi was to catch sight of me then, I ducked back behind the doorway and silently shed my cover-all's. I wiped off as much of the oil and grease from my hands and forearms as I could on them, then made short work of my socks and undershirt. Now all I wore were my cotton boxer-briefs; standing there for a moment to gather myself. Granted, I wasn't thinking through all of this at that moment. What I was planning . . . hell, a hundred or so things could go wrong. Again, big-head had no think-sense. I was running on pure hormones and sudden, unfading lust. I peeked around the corner again, and Bobbi was still off in La-La Land -- her head tipped back against a throw pillow, eyes closed, mouth open and gasping as she was tweaking her berry-red nipples with both hands. Her legs were spread wide, one propped against the back of the sofa and the other stretched out to the floor. Perfect, I thought. Slipping down to my knees, I crawled as slowly as I dared, crossing the distance from the doorway to the couch. Moving as carefully as I could to avoid startling Bobbi, I angled myself between her spread legs and propped one arm on the floor as I leaned over her lower body. This close to my sister, I could smell the scent of her aroused little snatch; spicy, with a hint of the soap she liked to use. Her tummy was rippling with waves of contractions, making her hips tip up and down like a rocking ship. I could also see how her labia had flowered out a bit, showing under a light covering of dark, fine hairs. The sheen of wet made the light from the sun streaming in from the window appear to sparkle along her pussy lips and on the end of her clit; peeking out of its hood, wriggling like the nose of a rabbit. Well, I had hope this little "bunny" wouldn't freak out at what I was about to do next. I peeked up at Bobbi's face, and she was still too into herself to sense my presence. Hell, here goes everything! I thought. Summoning what courage I had left, I slowly lowered my face to her crotch. When I was close enough, the next time Bobbi's hips bucked up, I opened my mouth and covered the whole front of her pussy with it. At the same time, I put my tongue to work with a long sweep from bottom to clit in one swipe. The reaction from Bobbi was, at first, surprising. She moaned at contact, and lifted her hips higher to keep the connection with my mouth sealed. "Oooo!" she gasped, bending her back in a bow. By then, I was committed. I put all my pussy-eating skill and knowledge into the act; forming a tight suction and lavishing my tongue up one side of her quim and down the other. "Ahhh, yessss!" she hissed, before bucking back towards my sucking lips and probing tongue. This went on for several uncounted moments -- during which I discovered my sister had a very, very tasty-sweet pussy! The flavor was like double-rum and butterscotch (my favorite!), and the texture felt awesome against my tongue. At that point, I knew I wasn't going to be deterred from finishing what I started just then. It was about then that Bobbi stopped playing with her boobs and dropped her hands down towards her crotch. When her hands nudged against my scalp, Bobbi froze in mid-buck. "Mmm-mhuuh? Who--?" At that, I had to look up from munching on her cookie, and a small part of my stomach dropped at the sight of the shocked expression on my sister's face. It couldn't have been more than three seconds for the fact to register in Bobbi's lust-fogged mind; her brother -- me -- was between her naked thighs, with his mouth, on, her, pussy! From the way her eyes widened and the sudden tension in her thighs against my shoulder, I knew I had one of two options; Either quickly back out and beg for Bobbi's eternal forgiveness . . . or, as they say, go all-in and hope she doesn't kill me for it later. Well, as Bobbi's chest lifted, her breath gathering for what I expected was a shriek of titanic proportions, I made my choice. I quickly wrapped one arm around her right thigh and brought my other arm up to pin her lower body down. In that same motion, I put my mouth back on her pussy and zeroed in on her clit; thrashing it with rapid, wet strokes, making my tongue blur like a humming bird's wing. The effect was instant and to the point; the breath Bobbi had been gathering exploded out of her lungs like a geyser, but it was more like a surprised hiss than the horrified shriek she'd been planning. Bobbi clamped her other leg against my shoulder, stiffened up and put both hands against my head to shove me away. "Jerry! Wh-whu-what the, f-fuck-?!" Her protest had little time to gather steam. My tongue-lashing of her clit was sending waves of pleasure spiking through her pussy, her body and -- as she'd tell me later -- her very soul. The shock wave of my desperate action blew her attempt to unseat my mouth from her pussy, and with in a minute, she was shivering from the intensity of it all. Seeing I had her gob smacked for the moment, I eased back on the rapid strokes and switched back to a more firm, steady beat as I nosed back down to include the rest of her pussy in my efforts. "J-Jerry!" Bobbi tried to speak, but the mounting sensations in her quim soon made it nigh-impossible for her to speak. Eventually, the tension in her legs lessened, as did the force of her hands against my forehead. Unbidden, Bobbi's next sound wasn't a word. It was a moan of pleasure-realized, as she suddenly tipped her head back, exposing her throat briefly before she flopped back onto the couch. "Oooh, nooo, Jerry!" I would have pulled back to give her some sort of encouragement, but I figured if I didn't let up on my pussy-eating effort, Bobbi would be quick to castigate me for my sudden, taboo act. So, I upped the stakes, and let go of her thigh so I could put one hand into my task work. Making a vee with my fingers, I spread her labia apart and drilled my tongue deep into her snatch; while using one finger to tap her clit with a sure, steady beat. That completely de-railed any further attempt from Bobbi to stop me. Her hands now went slack against the crown of my head, and her legs were now limp against the cushions beneath us. "Ooh, God, Jerry . . . stop, please! Uhh, ooh . . . Ah, I'm, your, sister! Oooo!" She squeaked at that point, because I shifted gears again, having put one finger that was soaked with her cream between her pussy lips and circled it around her inner hole. "Noooo, doooon't, Jerry! Don't p-put your . . . your . . . ." Her words trailed off into a sharp intake of air, when I did just what she was about to tell me not to do. I slowly, but firmly put my finger deep into her pussy. I held it there for a moment -- feeling the heat inside her -- before I turned it around and slowly stroked the upper wall of her pussy. That, my friends, was like putting the proverbial penny in the light socket. "Ah-AAAH!" Bobbi's hips shot up, nearly making me bite my tongue when they bumped my face. I recovered and continued to poke at that little pocket of nerves, which I learned long ago was the "magic button" on every female and the quickest way to get her to orgasm. With each passing second, I stroked that spot and resumed my attack on her pussy with loving gusto. Bobbi was nearly in an apoplexy. Gasping, panting, groaning and mewling, she peppered her sounds of mounting pleasure with "Oh no!" and "Jerry!" and "Ahh, God! Fuck!" and every other sort of colorful expression that only took two or three words. She was now laying flat on her back, arching till her shoulders and feet were lifting her body up to meet my face and hand. The next thing I knew, Bobbi squealed and clapped both hands against my scalp, before she panted and said, "Oh, no, no, no-no-no-ohmyGodYES, I'm cummin', JerryyesI'mCUM--! Oooh!" There was another shriek, but this time it held a triumphant note and held there. Down at my end of things, Bobbi's pussy literally clamped down on my finger like a vise-grip, just a second before a fine spray of pussy-cream hit me square on. Fuck me! I never figured Bobbi to be a squirter! I thought. Even so, I wasn't a fool. I quickly covered her vibrating pussy with my mouth, taking in as much of her tasty cream as I could. It was nearly too much for me to handle, but I got at least two good mouthfuls out of it all, before Bobbi's quim slowed down and began coasting through the end of her orgasm. For her part, Bobbi had flopped back and let go of my head; shuddering and moaning as she road out the aftershocks of her cunt-quake. All the while, I kept up the contact with her pussy; letting her down easy, while continuing to relish her flavor and her quivering. Eventually, Bobbi managed to get herself back together; enough so she could lift her head to peer down at me. Her eyes and expression were all fuzzy with satisfaction, but I could see some hesitation beginning to surface in her black eyes. "Jerry?" she said weakly. I decided then and there, hell, damn me for doing it, but I'm not going to apologize for it. But, I wasn't going to be bashful about it. I lifted my face and kissed the thigh nearest to me, before I looked Bobbi squarely in the eyes and asked, "Damn, Bobbi, where did you get such a sweet-tasting pussy, huh?" It was such an absurd question, that it had the effect I was hoping for; instead of getting defensive, mad or otherwise, Bobbi just looked at me cross-ways, and started to laugh softly. "Jerry!" "Well, it's true!" I leaned back down and gently kissed her pussy, backing off when I felt her hips twitch with the sensitive touch of our skin. "Honest, kiddo. That," I said, nodding down at her quim, "is about the best cookie I ever ate!" That made Bobbi laugh all the more, and she reached out and softly cuffed me. "Jerry! You're not supposed to say that!" She then gently touched the side of my face, as her laughter softened before she asked, "You mean that, huh?" I growled, using a quote from one of our favorite movies; "Ab-so-floggin'-lutely!" That made us both chuckle, and before I knew what she intended, Bobbi leaned up and curled herself into a ball around my upper body and shoulders, giggling against my hair. Deciding I had avoided a major emotional meltdown, I hugged her back and shifted us so that we were more or less sitting on my couch together. Eventually the laughter stopped and we were both silent for a few moments. Then, I said, "Bobbi . . . I know this might not be appropriate for me to say, but . . . I'm sorry." Bobbi leaned back to look at me, her expression one of tolerant exasperation. "Yeah, well you should be, buster." "I mean for interrupting you and your . . . well, you know." I held up one hand in defense, saying, "But, you couldn't blame me for what I did, really." Bobbi just shook her head. "Well, you shouldn't have interrupted my private time, Jerry." "Hey, who's house is this anyway?" I asked mildly. "And, for that matter, who decided to get naked and not tell me they were coming over in the first place, hm?" Bobbi closed her mouth, and looked thoughtful for a second. "Well . . . yeah, I think I get the picture there. Still," she added, whacking me on my bare shoulder. "YOU shouldn't have done what you did in the first place!" She shuddered a little; the memory of what I had done clearly fresh in her mind. "Gawd, I still can't believe it. Even more that you LIKED it!" I made a pass of my tongue across my upper lip -- and yes, I still tasted Bobbi's essence there -- before saying with a grin, "I always did like eating cookies, kiddo." Bobbi blushed at that. "Jerry!" "Well, it's true!" I chuckled, and said with all honesty, "Bobbi, you have a pussy I could eat all day if I could." At that, Bobbi ducked her head and looked away from me, but not before I saw the small smile tugging at her lips. "Really?" she asked, almost timidly. "You're not just saying that?" Sensing Bobbi had a little self-esteem issue, I said, "Honey, I never lie about something I like." I looked down her naked body and said, "That is something I'd love to taste again . . . ." I trailed off, then sighed and asked, "That is, if you'd let me?" At that, Bobbi jerked her head back around, surprise in every pore of her face. "JERRY!" She then asked in a much softer tone, "You mean that? Y-you'd really . . . really, eat me, if I let you do it . . . again?" I leaned in close and gave Bobbi an Eskimo-kiss on the nose. "Only if you want me to." At that, I think Bobbi realized what I was offering, as well as the state of undress that we were both in. She hand both hands on my chest now, palms flat, her whole body tense as a wire. She was either going to push me away, and tell me there was no way I was ever going to do that to her . . . . "Jerry . . .?" "Yeah, kiddo?" Bobbi put her bottom lip between her teeth -- a move that was both endearingly cute and sexy -- and looked down at my chest for a moment. Then, she looked up at me. "Would you . . . eat my pussy, again? P-please?" Now I have to be honest, folks. Had this been just any other girl, who happened to be sitting in my lap, naked and still flush from an orgasm I'd given her, I'd have whisked her upstairs and had her spread out over my bed while I "acquiesed to her demands" as it were. But, the reality was that this wasn't just any girl. It was my twenty-one year old sister, Bobbi. Eating your sister's pussy -- while I admit from the first time, was so unbelievably tasty! -- is a major taboo. I shouldn't have done it to begin with. But, happenstance and hormones have no real concience, and neither does a stiff dick. Yet, for all I'm a man with lust and libido, I still and do love Bobbi as my sister. So, I asked her, "You sure, that's what you want right now, kiddo?" Bobbi nodded, saying softly, "Yeah . . . I mean, part of me doesn't want you to, y'know? Because, well . . .!" She blew out her cheeks, and said, "That's incest, Jerry! We shouldn't even be here, like this!" She looked down at our naked bodies. I didn't say a word. This was her show, and it was Bobbi's point to make. She sighed, before I noticed her hands were now slowly making circles on my chest, combing her fingers through the thatch of chest hair there. "But, I have to tell you something . . . I mean--." She cut herself off, before she looked up at me and said firmly, "Don't you ever tell anyone else about this, Jerry, I mean it!" Whe she got my nod of compliance, she shivered and said at a near-whisper. "I don't think anyone has ever made me cum . . . like you just did to me." I blinked, but I wisely held my tongue for the moment. Bobbi looked up at me, a small frown on her lips. "That's what I can't almost admit . . . the one time I have a toe-curling orgasm, and it has to be you, my brother that makes it happen! What's worse, I'm actually thinking I want it to happen again, too!" Now Bobbi looked fit to burst into tears. I was quick to put a hand on her cheek, holding it there before I said gently, "Kiddo, believe me, it wasn't something I planned to do today . . . certainly never in a million years did I ever even entertain the thought of doing anything like that to you." I stroked her cheek and smiled softly. "Still, unplanned as it was, I'll admit it was without a doubt the hottest thing I ever did, sexually. For what it's worth though, I won't ask you to do something that you don't ever want me to do. Though, I'll never get the taste out of my memory, Bobbi, that's for certain." She blushed at that. "Yet, if you honestly want this, I'll do it, but if you really don't . . . then you won't have to worry, 'cause if you don't want to, then I won't, Pure and simple as that." Bobbi, Unexpected Ch. 01 Bobbi blinked. "You mean that, Jerry?" "Honus' Injun," I said, holding up one hand and smiling. "If you want, we can forget this ever happened and get back to being normal, hm?" Bobbi grinned a little, reaching up to take that hand and hold it with both of hers. I saw her eyes on mine, and could almost sense the wheels in her head clicking and whirling as she worked through everything we'd said and done. At first, I thought, Well, it doesn't matter if she say's yes or no--. Just then, Bobbi looked away for a second, then came back and said, "Jerry . . . I want to say 'no', but . . . I can't." She lifted up a bit, and surprised me when she placed a very soft, oh-so-sweet kiss on my lips. "Jerry," she said, breathing each word like a sigh, "please eat your sister's pussy, again." To Be Continued.... Bobbi, Unexpected Ch. 02 When Bobbie was a teenager, she was hardly a tomboy. Even though she's twenty-one now, she still reflects a lot of the girly traits she once had. This goes part in parcel with a lot of things she likes, from her clothes to her choices in furniture. Her old room back at our folk's place was a case in point. Used to be, the walls were light pink with cream trim on the baseboards and ceiling. Paintings of fantasy scenery -- forests with unicorns, elves, etc. -- on nearly every wall, and soft, plush carpet in a contrasting hue lined the floor. It looked like the typical girl's room... that is, until you looked at her bed. That bed was an inheritance of sorts; given by our grandfather Gus, when his wife Norma passed away a few years ago. It was a huge queen-sized rig, consisting of a massive, solid mahogany four-poster frame, with carvings of horse heads and other nature themes carved into the wood. With mattress and all, it came up to about waist-high to me, and Bobbie often said she had to make a running jump just to get into bed every night. Mom kept telling my sister that she'd get a better bed in the future, but Bobbie wouldn't take any suggestion otherwise. She LOVED that bed so much. It was her fortress, her refuge... but, sad to say, eventually Bobbie's other interests -- sports, computers, and a half-dozen other hobbies -- began to crowd in and take up more space in her bedroom than our parents would allow. It forced her to have to decide to relinquish her cherished heirloom bed in favor of a space-saving futon; something Bobbie didn't like in the first place. So, that's when I, her big brother came to the rescue. For when the time came and I moved into my current apartment, I needed a bigger bed for the master bedroom. I hadn't had much luck finding one to buy myself, but when the subject came up over dinner at the parent's home one night, Bobbie made the 'suggestion to both Mom and Dad to let me take her four-poster. After a short discussion, both of our parents agreed it was the perfect solution. I didn't have to spend any money to get a new bed (which could be used elsewhere), and Bobbie's precious heirloom didn't have to be given away to someone else, or at the least broken down and shoved into the shed out in the backyard. So, that's how I ended up with that big, four-poster, and have been using it for nearly seven years. It's a hell of a lot more comfortable than my old twin matress, and certainly a lot more roomy.... And, at this particular moment, Bobbie's bed was being used for something I never, EVER thought I'd be doing in it. * * * * Yes, Bobbie was getting her pussy eaten. And unless you missed it, it was me, her brother Jerry, who was munching on her tasty little cookie! "Ooo, mmmh! Ya-hah-AAH!" Bobbie's moans were the fuel for a new orgasmic fire; her head tipped back on the mattress, rolling over the dark-cotton sheets, with her throat exposed as she arched herself like a bow. Both hands were gripping the posts bracketing the headboard, as she let her legs splay out in a near-split. Toes curling and clenching with every spasm of pleasure that was wracking her body. I stretched out between her spread legs on my belly, clad in only my boxer-briefs, with my legs sticking off the end of the huge bed. I used to think that four-poster was almost too big for me. Now, however, it seemed just perfect for the activity at hand, Holding onto Bobbie's thighs, I had her lower body pinned to the mattress as I slurped, licked and nibbled on her pussy. Almost wallowing like a pig at the trough, because Bobbie was leaking pussy cream by the quart, I relished her pussy's flavor -- as I said before, like high-quality rum and sweet butterscotch. It was probably the most delicious thing that I had ever tasted before (and that's saying something, out of the baker's dozen or so cunts I've eaten in my life). I swabbed my tongue up one side of her labia and down the other, while pausing from time to time to lavish as much attention to her clit as I could. That little pebble of rigid flesh was very sensitive, for about each time I put my wet oral digit against it, Bobbie would clap her thighs against my ears when the sensations made her slam her legs around my head. "AaaAHH! Jerry, ohmiGOD!" Her hips were bucking like a bronco, and with the "spur" of my teeth nipping gently against her nubbin, she almost knocked me back off the bed on the fourth time I did that. Quivering and mewling with delight over the pleasure-pain I was causing, my dark-haired baby sister was cresting towards her third climax in as many minutes. I managed to pry my face away from her heaving body briefly, licking up the cream on my lips and grinning up at her as I muttered, "Mmm, sweet pussy! Candy cunt!" Breath laboring in her lungs, Bobbie craned her head up, bracing against the pillows with her shoulders as she stared with lust-fogged eyes at me. "Ya-you . . . oooh, god! You, like . . . th-the taste of my pussy, J-Jerry?" With a growl, I just leered at her. "Like? Nah, love it." Without further prompting, I dove back in, thrusting my tongue deep into her swollen gash, making her squeal with passion. What I had told her held true -- my baby sister had a pussy I could eat for days, if it were possible. Despite the copious amount of cream oozing from her cookie, I was determined to give it the ol' college try. Eventually, Bobbie's pussy couldn't take much more stimulation. Her legs straightened out over my shoulders, scissoring my head in a vice-lock. Even from my place between those thighs, I could see the onset of another orgasm as her tummy began to ripple in waves. Above, her back arched to extreme as her cries hit a high note and held in one, long, sweet screech of release. Her pussy was practically spewing molten cream, coating my chin, lips and cheeks with her wonderful essence. I rode it out, coaxing out as much of her liquid flow as I could, until her spray slowed to a slow dribble-drip and her body went as limp as a rag-doll. Eventually, I slipped up from between Bobbie's legs and propped myself up on my arms to look at her. Her short hair was damp against my pillow, skin flushed with that blush of passion. Her cries of release were now mere whimpers of aftershock-pleasure, coming between gasps as she coasted down from her climax. With a fond smile, I said, "You still with me, kiddo?" Breathing deeply, Bobbie kept her eyes closed as she murmured, "mmm, gimme a sec . . . t'ink I left my head back on th' moon!" I had to chuckle at that. "Well, you are welcome." Giving herself a shake, Bobbie groaned and made a weak swing to punch my arm. "Don't go getting a big head, Jerry," she growled, totally ruining the attempt to sound cross with the mile-wide smile plastered across her own face. "Geez!" She opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Where in the hell did you learn to eat pussy like that!?" Another shiver raced down her body. "Oo, I can't cum like that even with my vibrator." Shaking my head, I just said, "Practice makes perfect, kiddo. Especially if it's something I like to do." Bobbie laughed softly as she pulled her legs up from around me and curled into a ball on the sheets. "Gawd, you did mention something about loving to eat it." Her body shifted a bit, as she looked away with some awe in her voice, saying "How am I ever going to get it that good, again?" I reached out and lay one hand on her hip, stroking it softly. "You saying I may have spoiled you, Bobbie?" Bobbie looked back at me and sighed. "Umm . . . maybe? I mean, Jerry! You just ate your sister's pussy so good, but I just . . . geeesh, I dunno what to think right now." I just smiled and leaned over to place a soft kiss on her shoulder. "Well, you rest and gather what's left of your brains, seeing how you probably left them in orbit still." That got me another mimed-punch to the arm, as I straightened up and got off the bed. "As for me, I need a shower." As I started to turn away, Bobbie's voice stopped me; "Wait, you're just going to leave me here? I mean . . . aren't you, um, well . . .?" She cleared her throat, before asking, "Aren't you horny, Jerry?" I stopped halfway to the door of the master bath, looking back at Bobbie with a lopsided grin. "Well, yeah. I won't lie, kiddo. Eating that tasty pussy of yours has gotten to me." I glanced down at my crotch, and Bobbie's eyes followed, taking in the sizable lump formed under my boxer-briefs. "Well," Bobbie drawled, smiling weakly as she looked at my hard-on. "Don't you . . . um, want me to--?" "Kiddo, first things first." I smiled to take the sting out of any sort of rejection Bobbie might have gotten just then. "I've got to have a shower. Plus, I did what I did because I wanted to, and I'm not the one to expect you to offer or do anything to me in return. That's just how I am when it comes to such things -- and you can ask any of my former girl friends about that." With a fond smile, I added, "Just let me clean up, and . . . well, we'll talk more about this after, okay?" Bobbie smiled, looking relieved if a bit sad too. "'Kay." * * * * Once in the relative safety of my master bath, I figured to do some serious think-stuff over what I did to Bobbie this afternoon. But, once I got the water as hot as I could tolerate it, my previous thoughts of getting over a short-day's worth of stiff muscles and grease monkey grit took hold. So, I slipped into the stall and proceeded to really work myself over with a soap laden scrubby. Oh, just to put this out for you, my master bathroom is one of the couple of small things I decided to splurge on when it came to this apartment. After a lifetime of sharing one with the family -- a rather cramped affair with a combo shower/bath and little room for else -- I decided I'd upgrade when I got my own place. The apartment previously had a large if Spartan master bathroom, complete with a small shower, stand-alone tub, commode and vanity sink. Well, a couple of weeks of landlord-approved, applied renovations, and I have a wide shower stall, an efficiency "throne" and the vanity is a smaller sink and mirror affair. The tub was the only thing remaining from the original fixtures. The other feature of the new shower was that the fixture wasn't the traditional overhead, single shower head. I opted to have six optional, efficiency pivot shower tiles installed, that way I could control how much of a dousing I got when I took one. So now, I had four of the tiles pouring spray down on me, while I braced my arms against the stall walls. The streams were pounding my naked body just hard enough to be like a soothing massage, and hot enough to relax me almost all the way. Letting my head hang down to my chest, I had my eyes closed and drifted with the sensations. What knocked me back to reality was the sensation of a gust of cooler air at my back. That only happens when the stall door is opened. I craned my head around... and froze when I saw Bobbie was standing in the opening, looking in at me with an expression that was half-timid, half-embarrassed but mostly determined, like she'd made up her mind about something. "Hey?!" I said, somewhat shocked and unable to move just then. Bobbie was still naked, and seeing her again did little to return me to a relaxed state. "Jerry," Bobbie said, "I know you said we'd talk when you got finished in here, but... I don't think this can wait." Before I could comment, she lifted one foot and stepped into the stall behind me, letting the door drift shut as she let go of the handle. The sound of the catch locking into place, while usually soft, sounded as loud as a metal door slamming closed in a vault to me. Stepping further in, she moved up behind me and pressed herself against my back, while wrapping her arms around my wet torso. I stiffened a bit, unsure what Bobbie was driving at, at least at first. Even as intimate as we'd been on that big bed, I wasn't certain that she'd want to reciprocate giving me any pleasure -- no matter what form she would be comfortable giving. Yet, the sensation of her soft skin against mine sent some rather un-brotherly thoughts clattering around in my head. Bobbie must've had some similar thoughts herself. Her nipples were hard and drilling into my back, and both of her hands were tracing soft, caressing patterns on my stomach. I felt her shiver, yet knew it couldn't be from the lack of heat. "So . . . you, ah, wanna talk about-?" "Jerry," Bobbie said, her voice soft yet coming over the sound of the spray covering the both of us in the wet. "I don't think there's anything TO talk about." She rested her head against my back, letting out a gusty breath that sent goose flesh racing across my skin. Then, I heard her say, "Jerry . . . turn around. Please?" I almost didn't do it. Yet, my brain was disconnected enough from the rest of me so that, without further prompting, my body did turn in place under the spray. Now facing my sister, there was no hiding the fact that I was still sporting a three-quarter hard on. Bobbie had let me go and moved back a step to let me turn, and now she was staring down at my lower body; her eyes taking in every exposed inch of my dick. The only sound in the shower was the falling water and the almost-perceptible sound of the both of us breathing quickly. "Bobbie?" I asked, unsure what she was thinking right then. She lifted her eyes at my soft-spoken query -- both were pools of smoking, dark-ink that were lit with azure light inside. About six seconds passed as she locked gazes with me, before she reached out and placed one hand against my belly; pressing it gently against my navel as she reached out to brace her other hand against the shower wall. Dropping her gaze, she smoothly lowered herself onto her knees, which brought her to eye-level with my groin. Once there, she removed her one hand from the wall and brought it towards my dick. I could see a slight tremble in her reaching fingers, but the instant she touched my nearly-erect flesh her hand became as steady as a rock. The contact was like touching a live wire; electric, hot and it made my cock swell to full rigidity in a heartbeat. I sucked in a sharp breath, only to let it out with a moan when Bobbie started to slowly stroke me. My dick seemed to gain another half an inch, and the sensations of her water-slick hand was making my modest six-plus feel ten-feet long! When I tensed my hips, almost bucking up into her closed hand to prolong the sensations, Bobbie broke the tension with a soft, pleased giggle. "Ooo! I think this is gonna be fun," she said. "Wh-what, i-is?" I asked, trying to keep from sounding like the panting, hopped up and horny guy I was. Looking down, the image of my baby sister down on her knees, her body naked and glistening from the shower spray, was slowly becoming burned into my brain. Bobbie looked up, smiling as she edged a bit closer to kneel just inside my spread legs. "Making you feel as good as you made me feel, big brother." With that, Bobbie leaned up and spread her fingers enough to expose the underside of my erect cock, and slowly ran the tip of her tongue along the whole length of it. Passing from balls to flare tip in one lick, Bobbie set every synapse in my brain on fire and caused me to let out a happy groan that echoed off the shower walls. Seeing and hearing my reaction, Bobbie tipped her head to the side, shifted her hand to grip the base of my dick and proceeded to repeat the same action. Over, and over again. I couldn't keep air in my lungs, as the electric sensations flooded my body with such powerful waves of pleasure. Gasping and groaning, it was all I could do to keep my arms out and my feet planted in the tub, so as not to topple over and ruin the whole moment. Bobbie, for her part, kept looking up at me and grinning as she continued to paint my dick with her saliva. At one point, she got a wicked glint in her eyes and curled her tongue around the circumference of my shaft. It was at that point I realized my baby sis had a very long oral digit! It nearly encircled me to the point she could have touched her upper lip on the other side. With her tongue wrapped around me, she slowly dragged it back and forth, all the way down and up again to where she grazed the edge of my cock head. Fuck me! I've had blow jobs a-plenty, but none before this moment were ever able to curl my toes and set me on the edge of orgasm so quickly! Bobbie must have sensed this, because she disengaged herself from her oral efforts and leaned back to look up at me. She kept the fires stoked by gently pumping my shaft, but wisely -- I think -- kept her touch away from my cock head; which would have surely tripped my trigger just then. With a happy, yet shy look, she asked me, "Am I doing all right, Jerry? Is this making you feel good?" "Ohh, ah, y-yes," I said, struggling through the feelings of bliss to form words. "It's . . . mmm, it feels great, kiddo!" Bobbie giggled, sounding very pleased. She rubbed her free hand across my tummy and down one of my legs, before she took notice of how both of my legs were trembling with the effort to stay upright. "Um, Jerry, maybe you'd better sit down?" She paused in her manipulations of my cock, and nodded towards the rear of the stall where it flared out to form a small half-seat. "Ahh, y-yeah," I said, able to gather enough strength to shift around her compact body and lower myself down onto the seat. I clenched a bit, feeling the cool surface of the seat against my buttocks, but that feeling passed when Bobbie reached out and parted my legs with a gentle touch. "Lean back, Jerry," Bobbie prompted, moving in to put herself squarely between my open thighs. "I'll need all the space I can get." She giggled again, before moving up so that she could brace her arms against the tops of my thighs. This pressed her upper body in close enough, so that I could feel her breasts brushing against the inner surfaces of my legs. "You can have whatever y-you want, kiddo," I said, stretching my legs out against the sides of the tub. "Just get back to what you started, 'kay?" Dipping down, Bobbie took hold of my rampant dick once more and fisted it a few times. This made a bubble of precum ooze out of the tip, where it clung to my cock head briefly before it started to trickle down the shaft. It didn't get very far, as Bobbie stretched out her tongue and lapped it up like a cat with her face in a bowl of cream. She closed her eyes a bit, tasting the flavor of my precum. Her eyes popped open and she said. "Mmm, that was . . . good!" She slowly squeezed me from root to tip, forcing out another good sized dollop to slurp up with relish. "Oooh," I moaned, bucking my hips slightly. Bobbie licked her lips. "Hmm, I think I like how you taste, Jerry." She sucked me back into her mouth, eager for more of my precum. I encouraged her with a hoarse whisper. "Bobbie . . . don't stop. You're killing me here!" If I was worried she wasn't into this before, all that was washed away by what happened next. "Well, I don't want you to die, Jerry," she said, grinning as she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over my heated flesh. "At least, not in a bad way." With that, she lifted herself so that her head hovered above my leaking cock head. Her black eyes never left mine as she extended her tongue, slowly letting it drape around the flared, purple head before she followed with her open mouth. There was a sizzling spark that arced between our locked gazes, just as her plump lips closed down around me, followed by a soft, sucking sound as she drew in a third of my rock-hard dick. As she descended, her tongue swirled across every ridge and vein on my dick, which ramped the pleasure factor exponentially with every passing moment. Eventually, she had all of my dick inside her willing mouth. Holding it there for a few moments, she then began to retreat back up the stalk, repeating the magic her tongue made on the way down. Bobbi, Unexpected Ch. 02 "Oh, fuck!" I growled -- literally! -- and I could not keep my hips still when Bobbie repeated her slow up and down motions. I was mad with passion, but the part of me that was still in control (albeit not by much) kept my raging lusts in enough check so I didn't just grab Bobbie's head and pound her face unmercifully. Bobbie clearly was enjoying herself, and the effect her blow job was having on me. She wiggled her hips, making her pert bottom bounce as she munched away on my dick. Her breasts were snug against me, both nips hard as diamonds where I could feel them boring into my skin. Her hands weren't idle either, as she caressed my chest, tummy and sides with long, slow touches. I nearly banged my head against the hard tiled wall behind me; slapping my hands against the stall wall and the glass door, as my reaction to feeling Bobbie's mouth around my dick was that violent. Hissing with bliss as Bobbie's mouth inched its way down my shaft, my one clear thought was How the hell did kiddo figure out how to give a mouth-job this fucking hot!? Compared to the other times I got my dick sucked, my baby sister was outclassing them by ten-, twenty- . . . on, hell, a hundred-fold! "Ohh, God, kiddo!" I moaned, finally getting up enough willpower to put one hand on her head, running my fingers lovingly through her wet locks. "Geeez! I don't believe how GOOD this feels." Bobbie paused in her sucking, giving my cock head a couple of swipes before asking, "Am I spoiling you, Jerry?" Her eyes were bright with mirth, as she gave me a full-on lick from root to tip once more. "Aaaah, yes!" I said. Why lie, when I was getting the best, damn cock-sucking of my life? Bobbie giggled happily, before slurping my dick back into her eager mouth. With the pace she was setting, Bobbie may have been an amateur but she was clearly looking to keep this blow job going for as long as she wanted. However, even with her setting a steady pace, my own passions were running on a short fuse. Couple her effort, with the fact I was still running on the high I had giving her pussy a good seeing-to and the fact this was my SISTER sucking me off . . . . "Aaah, mmph! Fuck! Bobbie . . . damn it, I . . . fuck! I'm gonna pop!" I tried to slow my hips, so I could pull out in time before my orgasm hit me full-tilt. Bobbie, much to my surprise, only ramped up her efforts. Even going as far as to drop one hand down to my tightening nutsack, to gently palm my balls and coax my climax along. "Oooh, GOD . . . ah, fuck me! Damn, damnit, kiddo . . . I, gah-!" My diatribe of rising passion was cut off when I felt Bobbie pull back enough to rapidly flick her tongue under the of my dick. Straining against the rising tide, I couldn't hold on for even a few moment's more. "Aah, hah, mm . . . mmm-mah . . . oh, Fuck ME!" With that last expletive, my climax hit full force. Sparks dancing in front of my eyes, I was only barely aware of Bobbie locked around the top part of my cock, and the steady pump-pump-pump of my cum filling her receptive mouth. It seemed to go on and on; a never-ending tide of bliss rolling across my body, taking me into heights I never reached before when achieving orgasm. Eventually, the sensation ebbed and let go of me. My muscles unlocked and I felt myself fall limp against the shower stall like a puppet with cut-strings. Gasping for air, I lay against the tiles and let the last vestiges of my climax flow out of me -- seemingly draining from my groin, down through my legs and into the water that was still drizzling down from the running shower head. When I could focus my eyes, it was to the vision of my baby sister, who was slowly drawing out the last drops of my cum from my spent dick. Bobbie's cheeks were only slightly bulging, as she lifted off of my cock head with a soft slurp. Looking up at me, she paused for only a moment, before her throat worked and I could hear the audible 'gulp!' she made as she swallowed my cum. Fuck me! was all the thought I could muster, staring at her in awe. Not only did she just suck me off to a glorious climax, but Bobbie swallowed the resulting load I'd given her. As well, she didn't seem to be the slightest bit put off about it! In fact, she finished swallowing the last dregs of my cum and ran her tongue across her lips. "Mm, wow," she said softly, giving me a shy smile before saying, "That was . . . pretty good." Gathering what strength I had left, I murmured, "Oooh, kiddo, that was . . . more that just 'pretty good'. That was . . . un-fucking-believable." Bobbie ducked her head, looking adorable as she could possibly be, even with her naked at wet as she knelt there between my legs. A full-on flush of blush colored her from crown to collarbone, and her lips looked swollen from the force of my dick banging against them. Looking up, her black eyes were shiny with emotion as she asked, "I did you good, Jerry?" She ran her hands across my stomach for a moment, adding, "I mean, this was only the second time I ever . . . well, you know?" Raising myself upright, I brought my hand around and cupped Bobbie's cheek in one hand. "Kiddo, you know, how you felt . . . after I ate your pussy?" I got an answering nod as she looked up at me, so I smiled like a kid getting all his Christmas gifts and birthdays all rolled into one. "Bobbie, you sent me all the way 'round the world, you sucked me soooo good." With a pleased giggle, Bobbie popped up on her knees and threw her arms around me in a hug. "I, I'm glad. I mean, that I could make you feel good too, Jerry." She ducked her head down again, burying her face into my wet chest. Feeling her breath against my ribs, I hugged her back and lovingly kissed the top of her head. "Ditto, kiddo," I said. "Ditto." To Be Continued.... Bobbi, Unexpected Ch. 03 After that very intense oral session in the shower, Bobbie and I more or less let things cool down after that one afternoon. It wasn't like we were both creeped out after the fact. We could have easily fallen into that sort of mind-set, I mean . . . hell! Since when does any pair of siblings engage in oral sex and not come away with a little mental baggage, I ask you? Though it was hard to tell at first. After we'd cleaned up -- by meaning we both shared a quick, cleaning shower -- I didn't get any such vibe from my younger sibling when I met up with her in the living room. Bobbie thanked me again for giving her those two, intense orgasms and after we made a little small talk on the couch. she left to return to our parents home and I was left to my own devices at my apartment. At first I was worried that somehow -- in some way -- our parents would twig to what happened over here between me and my baby sister. But, a phone call from Mom a day later was as mundane as it usually was. She asked about my work and other typical topics and hung up after a motherly good-bye. Things then shifted to a typical routine for about a week. I worked and Bobbie did her usual thing, while also making time to come over to my place, per usual. To my thinking, we seemed to have re-established an even keel to our relationship. Bobbie's presence was palpable in my apartment, but she never stayed long. By the time I got home, all I found was a note from her, saying she'd popped in to watch TV, use the outdoor hot tub (one of the other perks of my apartment) and would see me later in the week. This didn't phase me in the least, nor did it make me feel like my kid sister was trying to avoid me or anything. In all honesty, I was glad Bobbie appeared to acting normal. Privately though, a small part of me was a bit sad she wasn't trying to cop a repeat of our licentious afternoon together. Truth to tell, I think my little sister's blow job in the shower DID spoil me for anyone else munching down on my dick. All that week, I caught myself from time to time daydreaming about her oral talents . . . and wishing that she'd someday want to have another taste of me. But each afternoon when I got home, I was disappointed to see Bobbie wasn't there, waiting for me so she could get another good pussy-eating or take another turn sucking my cock. That Saturday, however, was a whole other kettle of fish! * * * * All of the nights passing without Bobbie there had gotten to me. In fact, the last couple were spent with little sleep and early risings that made me grumpy as all-get-out. Fortunately, with Saturday being the start of the weekend, I had the next three days off, so I'd gotten up later than I usually do. I'd finished with my morning routine of a shower, shave and getting dressed in a comfy T-shirt and cotton lounge pants. Then I just sat down with a morning cup of coffee in the living room -- scooping up the remote from the sofa to turn on the cable news channel -- when there was a knock at the door. Grunting a bit in frustration, I got back up and walked to the front of the apartment, pausing to peer through the peep-hole. It was Bobbie, standing out there on the stoop, looking dead-straight at the fish-eye lens like she knew I was looking out at her. "Jerry? You in there?!" Somewhat surprised, I reached out and twisted the doorknob, throwing the door open. "Hey, kiddo," I said. "What's up?" Bobbie didn't answer right away. She breezed past me, heading for the living room where she stopped at the doorway and gave a quick look around. "Sorry, Jerry . . . I, umm . . . you don't have anyone over, right now?" I closed the door and looked at her. "Um, no one except you for the moment. Why were you--?" "Good!" she said. Moving back to where I was, she grabbed me by the arm and practically dragged me towards the living room. "We need to talk." "Um, okay." This wasn't per the usual for my baby sister. In fact, looking at the way she was dressed was something of a surprise to me as well. Bobbie had on a pair of dark-blue cotton boy-shorts, a pair of flat, strappy sandals and a white, midriff style singlet top with thin straps which left her tummy and shoulders bare. A very un-Bobbie style of dress, as she usually was one to wear denim and T-shirts when she came over to visit. Getting to the couch, Bobbie gave me a push to make me sit down before taking a seat on the opposite end. She crossed her legs in that lotus-sitting style, waiting for me to settle myself while she picked at some unseen lint on the cushion next to her. Again, not the usual demeanor for Bobbie. which gave me something of a knot in my middle. Something I really didn't like feeling. "So . . . what's up, kiddo?" I asked. Bobbie continued to look at everywhere but right at me for a few seconds, then she sighed and said under her breath. "Just do it." She looked at me and said, "Jerry, I dunno how else to say this, but . . . it's about last week." The knot became a full-blown ball of ice, as I stared at her. "Oookay," I drawled. "What is--?" "Jerry," she said, cutting me off before speaking in a rush. "You have to know that . . . well, what we did really -- and I mean REALLY! -- wasn't something that brothers and sisters should do to each other!" She paused, swallowed and then said more calmly. "Sorry, I'm trying not to freak or sound like I'm accusing you." She scowled. "Though I really should be, since you started the whole affair." I decided to just take the bull by the horns, rather than try to stave off any accusations. "Yeah, I won't deny it, or make excuses for what happened." I offered both hands up in a helpless gesture. "But--?" "But . . . now, I, um . . . ." Bobbie trailed off, looking down at her lap before saying softly. "Now . . . I can't stop thinking about . . . it." "It?" I asked. "Yeah, it." Bobbie looked back up at me, and I could see a plethora of emotions in her eyes right then. Some confusion, a little bit of fear, but two most-dominant were longing and lust. "I think . . . what we kidded about, before? You know? About you spoiling me with the way you ate my . . . my pussy?" When she saw me nod slightly, Bobbie let out a big gusty breath. "Jerry, I think you really did spoil me. I've been trying to get myself off, back home . . . but, nothing's coming even close to what you did to me." The ice ball in my belly practically melted on hearing those words. "Aw, kiddo . . . you can't mean that--." "Jerry, I'm not lying!" Bobbie hitched herself up and scooted closer to me, holding up one hand to count off on her fingers as she said, "I've tried everything I could think of. My fingers, my vibrator, a cuke I swiped from the fridge . . . even--." She cut herself off, blushing and ducking her head as she said softly, "Even my bedpost." I blinked. "Your . . . bedpost?" She nodded. "Yeah, I came over here a couple of times, while you were at work. I went up and tried rubbing myself against the bedpost on my . . . well, your bed." That really floored me. "Wow!" I muttered. Bobbie shook her head. "It's damn frustrating, not to mention embarrassing! I can't get myself off like I want, and the only thing that keeps coming up when I try to reason it through . . . is the way you munched on my cookie, Jerry." She looked up at me, and that same lustful, pleading look was amplified in her dark eyes. That little bit of hope I'd been nursing all week was now soaring in my chest. Yet, I didn't want to push it and drive my sister away with guilt or loathing. I asked simply, "So, what do you want from me, Bobbie?" Bobbie's face scrunched up with a look of concern. "Well . . . there's only one thing I can think of, Jerry, but I . . . I don't want you to think I'm terrible--." I reached out and pressed one finger against her lips, before I gave her an encouraging smile. "Kiddo, don't ever think that I'll think badly of you. You're my sister, and no matter what you need I'll always be willing to give it to you." I cupped her cheek and said, "It's what I'm here for, after all. What sort of brother would I be, huh?" Bobbie raised both hands to hold my wrist and hand, sighing with some relief. "I know, Jerry." She nuzzled my hand and looked hard into my eyes. "But, I shouldn't even think about what I want -- no, need to ask you." I rubbed my thumb across her cheek softly. "Bobbie . . . are you saying, that you want me to eat your pussy again?" Her eyes got all misty and moist, as she leaned into my touch and sighed once more. "Jerry, I don't want to beg . . . but, I'm going crazy inside over this!" Before I could reply, Bobbie scooted closer to me, almost into my lap as she leaned in to wrap her arms around me. Ducking her head into the gap between my neck and shoulder, she nuzzled me there before whispering fiercely, "Jerry, I want you to eat my pussy like you did last week. I wanna feel as good as you made me feel then!" She tipped her head back to look up at me, a slight touch of frisky humor seeping into her expression of need. "If you say you will, I--." She cut herself off, swallowing softly before saying, "I'll suck your cock again." Feeling her that close to me, the need to be satisfied sexually vibrating from every pore of her skin, and coupled with that plea and counter-offer was more than enough to stun me to the core. Yet, in my mind, that part of me that had been longing to have my little sister's pussy to please was flipping somersaults of joy. When I didn't reply right away, Bobbie leaned back with concern coloring her features. "Jerry?" She bit her bottom lip and started to get up. I quickly got hold of my wits and pulled her back down and across my lap. "Bobbie, if that's what you need, then I'm more than willing to give you that." Hugging her close, I nuzzled her nose and grinned. "Provided you keep your end of the deal, too!" Realizing what I'd said, Bobbie's fear-touched look melted away into a tremulous smile. "Oh, Jerry! You mean it?" "What did I just say, kiddo?" I gave her ribs a quick skittering touch with one set of fingers -- something I used to do to her when we were younger. It did the desired effect; making Bobbie shriek with laughter and curl up into a tight ball in my lap. "Do I need to spell it out for you?" I asked, continuing to wiggle my fingertips along her side. Giggling, Bobbie shook her head and, gasping as she laughed, said, "N-no, AH-HAH! T-tell me . . . eeEE! What y-yon mean, ex-aCK! Exactly!" I let up a bit, giving her a moment to catch her breath, before I said gently, "Bobbie, your big brother is going to munch on your tasty, little pussy. I'm going to eat it up, until you go spare from all the orgasms that you're going to get." I stroked her flushed cheek, tucking some of her dark hair behind one ear before adding, "Then, little sister, you're going to get a mouthful of my dick, and suck it so good . . . you're going to spoil ME for all the effort I expect you to put into doing that!" By now, Bobbie had got her breath back, looking back at me with such hope and joy in her face it made her cute face look practically breathtaking. "Ooh, Jerry! I can't wait," she said, nuzzling my palm before she twisted about, until her body was straddling mine. "I just hope I can live up to your expectations, big brother." I chuckled warmly. "Kiddo, if you do half as good as you did in my shower, I'll have no complaints." I gave her a reassuring smooch on her cheek, before I reached down to cup her butt cheeks with both hands and shoved myself up off the couch. Bobbie squealed with delight as I picked her up and turned away from the couch. "Jerry! Where are you taking me?" "Where we can do the best job in pleasing each other," I said, nodding towards the back of the apartment. Bobbie caught on, wrapping both arms around my neck as she smiled, all traces of uncertainty and nervousness gone. "Ooo! Back to the shower?" "Ahh, maybe afterwards . . . I was actually thinking about that big, soft bed in my bedroom," I said. Bobbie's breath caught in her throat, then she let it out in a single stream that flowed from her nose to paint the side of my neck with its warmth. Following it, she rubbed her face against me and said, "Mmm, that does sound better!" She gave me a soft peck with her lips, before saying, "Take me to our bed, big brother . . . ." * * * * Once in the relative safety of my bedroom, it was amazing how quickly Bobbie and I shifted from relatively expectant eagerness to a state of calm anticipation. Standing by the big, four-poster bed, I put Bobbie on her feet and was about to strip her. However, my little sister stopped me with a heart-melting smile. "Jerry, I wanna do you first," she said as she rubbed her hands along my arms, before reaching up to tug on the collar of my T-shirt. I said, "Whatever you want, Bobbie." I lifted my arms and ducked so she could pull it off of me. Straightening up, I watched as she pulled the drawstrings on my pants, before loosening them to drop down my legs. Standing naked before her, I watched as she raked her eyes over my body. "Wooow, Jerry!" Bobbie looked up at me, her dark eyes lit up like two small moons. "Why is it I never noticed that you looked so . . . hunky?" I had to chuckle at that. "What? You never saw it before?" I'm not vain, but I'm no slouch physically. I do my best to work out and such, so I'm reasonably toned if only for a bit of a belly on me (and I blame loving good food for that). I propped my fists on my hip bones, making my dick -- which was slowly thickening under Bobbie's open admiration -- swing from side to side. Bobbie giggled, before reaching up to brush her fingertips across my chest. "Well . . . no, not until now." She blushed when she added, "I mean, my friends were always saying you looked good." "Remind me to thank them . . . but later," I said. "Right now, I think you are wearing way too many clothes right now." I dipped down and grabbed Bobbie around her waist, picking her up to plop her down on the edge of the bed next to us. As she gave a soft-yet-pleased shriek, I quickly knelt and loosened the straps on her sandals, slipping them off her tiny feet before caressing up her legs with my big hands. I skipped over her shorts, moving up her bare tummy to the cotton singlet, where I briefly toyed with the thin straps. "Ready for this, Kiddo?" Bobbie nodded once, lifting up so I could lower the straps over her arms, before I whisked the entire, flimsy garment off and over her head. Now topless, she looked at me with an expectant quiver racing down her body. I gave her bare boobs a lingering glance, before smiling and moving back down to hook my fingers under the waistband of her boy shorts. Tugging them down over her hips, I skimmed them down her legs and tossed them away, before leaning back to give her entire bare body a thorough look. From her round boobs down to her pussy to her toes, Bobbie was firm, fit with the right touch of soft curves and smooth skin. "Wow . . . Bobbie, you are . . . sooo beautiful!" I said softly. Bobbie blushed, but the wide smile on her face was anything but bashful. She slid her legs together, arching her back to push her tits together to form an inviting cleavage. "You think so?" I just growled, "Ab-so-floggin'-lutely!" That got me a swat on my arm from Bobbie, as she laughed. "Geesh, you are such a nut, Jerry!" Her admonition was quickly followed by an "EEK!" as I dove onto the bed, scooping her up to put her naked form right up against my equally-nude body. "Yeah, but right now, I'm a horny nut," I said, raising and lowering my eyebrows in a rapid wiggle. "Aren't you?" Bobbie wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself up so we were nose to nose. This close, I could hear her breathing -- fast and heavy -- and the warmth just radiating off of her skin. "Jerry, I'm so hot right now . . . I can't wait." She got a serious look on her face, as she dipped her head to trail several soft peck-kisses along my mouth. "I need you to eat me, bro. Please?" I smoothed my hands down her back and smiled. "That's part of the plan, Kiddo." I twisted my mouth in a lop-sided grin, as I said, "However . . . I've got a better idea." Bobbie pulled back and looked at me quizzically. "What's a better idea than eating my pussy?" I said simply, "Eating your candy cunt, while you suck my cock at the same time." When she didn't reply right away, I added, "Ever heard of a soixante-neuf, before?" Bobbie's eyes brightened with understanding, then her smile became a mix of lust and shyness. "Well, yeah. I've just . . . well, never done it before!" I gave her a soft kiss, before reaching down to cup both of her buttocks and squeezing them. "Trust me, sis, I think you're going to like it, once you try it." I looked into her dark eyes and asked. "You game?" Bobbie hugged me tighter then, with her face close to the side of my head, she whispered, "Show me?" "Just follow my lead, Kiddo." I moved us up onto the center of the bed, putting myself with my head towards the headboard as I moved to put Bobbie on top of my prone body. "Turn around and slide your feet down under my arms." She did as she was told, while I guided her body back until she was practically sitting on my chest. "Now, don't worry about crushing me. Just sit back, and lay down so your head's down where it needs to be." Bobbie complied, propping herself up with one hand on either side of my torso. Glancing over her shoulder, she said, "Geesh, I don't believe I'm doing this!" Putting my knees up to brace against the mattress, I said, "You don't have to do it, but it's sorta late to be backing out now, huh?" I reached up and put my hands on her butt, gliding them up over her back in a soothing caress. Bobbie sighed, then looked down at me with a determined look. "I'm not chickening out, Jerry," she said firmly. "Good," I said, continuing to rub my hands over her back, butt and thighs. "Then, understand this: you go at your own pace. Don't think you have to inhale me. Just work with what's comfortable with you, and above all else . . . watch your teeth, 'kay?" That got me an eye roll from her. "Duh, I know that much, Jerry. Just remember to keep up your end, down there. 'Kay?" I chuckled. "Don't worry. I'm planning on making you cum before I get mine," I said. With that, Bobbie reached over with one hand and wrapped it around my now-rampant pecker. "Oh, really?" she drawled. "We'll see about that." She shot me one last grin before turning around to face my groin. "Get to work, buster!" she said fondly. I didn't feel the need to reply with words. Shifting a bit so I could get my head close to her bottom, I spread her cheeks and zeroed in on her pussy. All of this anticipation had taken effect on my little sister, as I could see her pussy was glistening with her juices. I could also smell the toothsome, spicy aroma of her scent, and it got my mouth practically watering from the get-go. Swallowing once, I tipped my head up and put my mouth right onto her pussy and dragged my tongue from her clit hood to the bottom of her crease. The result was instantaneous. Bobbie had been just about to lower her face to my cock, but the sensation of my tongue made her stop and suck in a deep, surprised breath. When I started on the down-stroke, her body quivered and she let out a moaning, "OoooOOh!" Chuckling, I got into my work with relish. Slathering every exposed inch of her quim with saliva, I got back a virtual river of her cream. Savoring the taste, I was about to get really serious when Bobbie socketed her mouth around my dick . . . and it was my turn to groan with pleasure. While she'd been clearly a beginner the first time, she was proving to be a quick study at the art of sucking cock. She was only sucking on half of my dick, while using a slow, twisting stroke with her hand on the other half, but it was enough to really send sparks flying along every nerve ending. Add to that her tongue and lips were increasing the sensations ten- and twenty-fold. Bobbi, Unexpected Ch. 03 "Christ! That--!" I cut myself off when Bobbie did a quick, flutter-flick across the top of my dick head. The pure pleasure of that made me jerk my hips up off the bed, and I felt the opening of her throat against my cock, before she backed off with a small sputter. "Omgawd!" Bobbie quickly cleared her throat, before ducking her head down to shoot me a look underneath her. "Take it easy, Jerry!" I looked at her from around one thigh. "Sorry, kiddo, but that felt so damn good . . . you've got me on a hair-trigger here." Fisting my dick at a slower pace, Bobbie said, "Aww, is my mouth too much for you, Jerry?" She gave me a teasing grin, but that melted into a look of "Awwww, damn!" when I retaliated by clamping my mouth over the entire front of her mons and drilled my tongue deep into her quim. "Oooo, fuck!" I chuckled, sending the vibrations racing along her soaking pussy, before I pulled back briefly to say, "Don't you think you mean my mouth is too much for you, kiddo?" At that, Bobbie growled, but it was clear she wasn't angry at all. "Jerry, you're gonna regret that!" I felt her swipe the flat of her tongue down across my cock in one, long, slow stroke, before she added, "I'm going to make you pop like a champagne bottle!" I let out a bark of lusty laughter. "Is that a challenge, Bobbie?" I rubbed my thumbs along her labia, before pressing them against the hood of her clit, making it pop out into the air. "'Cause I wager I can make you cum before I do, seeing how wet you look." Looking back at me, Bobbie and I locked eyes and the sparks that flew between us could have rivaled a tesla coil discharge. "What's the wager, brother?" Bobbie asked. I arched one eyebrow. "The person who cums first, has to do what the other one wants." "No exceptions?" "Anything goes," I said. With that, Bobbie grinned like a shark. "Deal!" Before I could reply, she swooped down and sucked my dick back into her mouth with gusto. I almost lost it, but I quickly pushed my face back into her soaking pussy and drilled, sucked and licked for all I was worth. This wasn't exactly doing a favor for each other any more, I realized. We'd crossed over into a really steamy competition; with the winner getting a once-in-a-lifetime wager over the loser. As much as I wanted to just shoot my hot cream into Bobbie's magical mouth, I thought it might be in my best interests to win. Bobbie must've come to the same train of thought, because she really kicked her cock sucking into a whole new gear; munching down on my dick, she brought both hands, lips, tongue and even her teeth into play. Nibbling, stroking and sucking, she even began caressing my balls with her slender fingers. We probably made for quite a sight; my sister's trim body plastered across my larger frame, her hard-nipped boobs squashed against my belly as she nearly inhaled my cock, while her bottom bounced like a rubber ball as I practically devoured her snatch. Covered with sex sweat, we were nearly about to slide right off the edge of the bed we were going at it so good. Neither of us had the breath to spare for words, but the moans, squeaks and panting sighs more than made up for telling each other that we were enjoying this. I was trying my damndest to hold out. My jaw was aching from the effort, and I was certain I felt the tell-tale quiver in Bobbie's legs that heralded her incoming orgasm. But, Bobbie did something I didn't think she knew about . . . and that was for her to slide a finger down along to my clenched buttocks, before she tapped the pad of it against my asshole. She didn't penetrate it, but the mere contact practically undid me before I could stop it. Feeling the racing sparks flying from my nuts to the tip of my dick, I dropped my head back for a brief moment to howl. "Oooh, fuck! Bob-BEE! GAH!" Bobbie didn't even miss a beat. She just backed up so that the top part of my cock was safely held in her open mouth, and practically purred with lust when my cum boiled up and spat outwards. My cock bathed the inside of her mouth with four, thick ropes of jism, all while sending a whirlwind of pleasure radiating out along every nerve ending in my body. I gripped her thighs with a death lock, gasping for air for a few moments, before I unconsciously darted my head up into the apex of her crotch and wrapped my lips around her throbbing clit. That act alone was just enough for her, and Bobbie's body rippled with spasms as her orgasm took hold. She dropped my dick, letting the white cream drool out of her mouth as she wailed through her pleasure. Together, we rode out the back-to-back tsunamis of our climaxes, which seemed to go on for practically forever. Eventually, we rose above the ocean of bliss and came back to ourselves. For myself, I was just content to lay there and relish the moment. Bobbie, however, began to languidly slurp up the remnants of my cum, which were puddling on my lower belly and damp crotch. Humming with satisfaction, my baby sister diligently cleaned up all of the jism and swallowed it before saying, "Mmm, yeaaah . . . that's just what I needed." With a grin, I said huskily, "Glad to be of service, kiddo . . . fuck!" I shivered as an aftershock raced down my now spent dick. "I'm not gonna deny it. You've spoiled me, Bobbie," I murmured. With a giggle, Bobbie slowly shifted off of me -- stretching out her legs briefly -- before she plopped down next to me on the bed. "Well, as long as you're admitting it," she said with a happy sigh, "I guess I can admit it, too." She cuddled up next to me, rubbing one hand across my bare chest as she smiled at me. "You really do know how to eat my pussy, Jerry." With a grin, I lifted my head to look at her. I ran my tongue over my lips and smacked them. "Mmm, Candy Cunt!" Bobbie giggled, before she lifted up a bit to rub the tip of her nose against mine. "You nut!" she said affectionately. "Yeah," I said, "but right now, I'm a satisfied nut." I wrapped one arm around Bobbie's waist, holding her close. "Me, too." Bobbie said, her smile turning soft and dreamy for a moment, before she arched her eyebrows and said, "Oh, my God! I made you cum first!" She laughed. "That means I won!" I made a mock groan, before I said, "Oh shit . . . well, yeah you did. So, what's the deal here, Kiddo?" Bobbie giggled some more, before she blushed and ducked her head down; tucking it underneath my chin as she said, "Well, we did say 'anything goes', right?" I said, "Yeeeah, we did." I felt a slight twinge of regret, but quickly smothered it. "So, out with it, Bobbie. What are you gonna ask of me?" To Be Continued....