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Mutual Attraction Ch. 01

By: Taverner



When you're young, and in your teens, people always seem to be saying you've got the world at your feet, but it's only when you're older, you realise how true that was. At the time, it doesn't always seem that way, especially if you're not the most self-confident person around.

It all started when I was half way through my last year of high school. I had just turned 18, and I was still a virgin. I lived with my parents, and my sister, Louise, who was exactly a year older than me, right down to the month. I have to say, life was so much simpler then.

With our ages being so close, Louise and I had always been close as kids, and with my father working away a lot of the time in his job as a manager of a building company, and my mother working shifts as a nurse, we spent a lot of time at home on our own. I guess that made us even closer. We fought, argued from time to time, and behaved like most other kids, but I think we were pretty close, when it comes right down to it.

When we were young, Louise and I played the games most kids played together, but we also had a little game of our own, where we would pick a TV series that had a married couple in it, and we would pretend we were the husband and wife in the show. We would act out our own version, in a schoolkid imitation of what we saw the actors doing on TV, and as a young kid, I used to think this was a lot of fun.

It seemed like it all stopped the year Louise turned thirteen, and I always thought she just grew out of it. I found out at the age of twelve that adult women have pubic hair, and occasionally for the next few years, I would wonder what Louise looked like down there, inside her panties.

Fast-forward a few years, and there we were, Louise at nineteen, and me at eighteen. Louise had finished school the year before, and now had a job as a receptionist at the local Ford dealer, and a boyfriend named Derek, who was two years older than she was. Louise was five feet, six inches tall, with a slim build, and I guess you could say her looks were more girl next door than beauty queen, but if you took a second look, you'd see that she had a curvy shape, great legs, a nice round, firm backside, and tits that were not big, but well shaped and in proportion to the rest of her. She had light brown, medium length hair, fair skin, and blue-grey eyes, and if you got close, (really close), you could see she had a little sprinkle of tiny freckles across the bridge of her nose. She had a great sense of humour, and smiled a lot, so as brother and sister, we had a lot of good times together.

Years of gymnastics and netball had made Louise very supple, and although she gave up gymnastics at sixteen, she could still do the splits at the drop of a hat, and she had kept on playing netball on the weekends, so she kept herself toned.

On the other hand, although I was tall, I was only average build, and I was reasonably fit, with playing regular soccer, but I was no athlete. I'm not sure why, but I was never a hit with girls back then, but like almost every other eighteen-year-old guy on the planet, I had sex on my mind a lot of the time. Another thing I had in common with every other eighteen-year-old was that when my cock got hard, it got rock hard, and I could come three or four times a day if I felt like it. My dick was only average sized, if what I saw in the school showers after sport, or in the soccer field change rooms, was anything to go by, but sadly the only action it had ever seen was from my right hand.

Some nights, when my dad was away, and my mother was on night shift, I'd hear Louise and Derek going at it in her bedroom, even though there was a bathroom between our two rooms. I never heard much from Derek, just low, muffled mumbling, but I would hear Louise saying stuff like, "That's it, Derek, that's it, just like that! Keep going just like that! Omigod, Derek, that's good, ... ..., that's too good, ......, Oh, Derek, that is so-o-o fuck-ing good!!"

I would lie there, imagining them together in Louise's room, but I'd had never had sex with a girl before, so the pictures in my mind were like the pictures in porn magazines I had read, or dirty movies I had seen, with Derek hammering Louise on her back, with her legs over his shoulders, or Louise on all fours, while Derek drove his cock into her pussy from behind. I never seemed to imagine them as two people making sweet love in the missionary position. In my mind, I only saw them fucking like porn stars, fucking for the sheer sexual pleasure it gave them, fucking hard, and fucking simply because it felt good.......

Then, mid year, Derek broke up with Louise. Worse still, he dumped her for the town slut, Barbara Ekins, and to add icing to the cake, when Louise tried to ask him why, he told her he'd been cheating on her with Barbara for months, and Barbara was a better fuck anyway. Louise was devastated, and for a week, she cried all the time and wouldn't eat, just lying in her room, like a hermit, while I sat and wished I could help her get over him.

My parents seemed to think it was just something she was going through, and she'd snap out of it soon enough, so they weren't much help. As for me, well, I was just an 18-year old kid who'd never had a girlfriend. What did I know about relationship advice?

She came home from work one afternoon, and went straight to her room. I heard her softly sobbing in there, so I went to the door, determined to help. She was lying on her back, with her head turned, facing away from me, and I tried to think of something to say that would help, but nothing came. I tried my best....

"Fuck Derek!" I said, eloquently. Louise turned to face me.

"Yeah," I continued, digging deep into my experience in counselling people with problems, "Fuck him, you'll find someone better."

She said nothing, but patted the bed next to herself, so I walked over and sat next to her. She looked so sad.

"Hold me," she said, but didn't move, so I shuffled down next to her, and put one arm underneath her, and one over her shoulders, facing her. She snuggled in close, putting her head on my chest, and I was slightly ashamed to find myself looking down her blouse at her breasts in that position, feeling the warmth from them, and I started to tell her about all the things Derek was missing, and how he was the loser, not her.

I tried to ignore those lovely tits, inches from my face, but it was as though my cock had a hair trigger, and with her soft, curvy body pressed up against me, and her breasts displaying themselves to me like that, my hormones took over, and my dick went to wood in no time flat.

I kept on telling her good things about herself, with my tool trying harder all the time to get my attention, and after a while, Louise leaned over to kiss me gently on the forehead. "I'll be okay," she said softly, "I just need to lie here for a while. I'll come out to see you in a few minutes. Thanks for the talk, I feel a bit better now."

I got up, and walked out of her room. I went to my own bedroom, where I wanked the erection away, and then had a quick shower to destroy the evidence, almost hating myself for being so aroused by Louise, my sister, at a time when she was feeling so low.

The following day, school holidays started, and I had the day to myself when my mother and Louise went to work. I bummed around, tidied up, and went to a friend's place for a while, then came back mid-afternoon to an empty house.

I felt that old, familiar hunger in my pants, so I went to my room, and settled in for a good session of me-time. No-one was due home for a while, so I found a British porn magazine in my stash, and started to go through it, looking for inspiration. I found a six-page photo set with two girls in it, so I started to check out the pics, while my hand did the work.

Lesbian porn was my favourite, and this set ticked all the boxes. There were two beautiful girls, one a blonde, and one with brown hair, and they were dressed as secretaries, with short skirts, stockings and conservative blouses. They graduated from sly smiles to kissing each other, and then undressing, sucking each other's tits, and then to oral sex on the desk, and the second last shot in the set was a full-page close up of the brown haired-girl licking the blonde girl's pussy. I had my attention on the photo, and I was about to come for all I was worth, when...

"Bust-ed!"

I looked up in horror and shame, to see Louise at the foot of my bed, looking at my tool-filled hand, and I threw the magazine off the bed and pulled the sheet over myself, but the damage was done. Instantly, I felt sick in the stomach.

"Fuck! Fuck! ........., Ohhhh, fuck!!" was all I could say, as the orgasm I was just about to have seemed to vanish into thin air. Louise's mouth was open.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I said, still in shock.

"You know," she started, "I was about to ask the same question, but the answer is so obvious, it would've made me look pretty stupid, wouldn't it?"

I lay there without answering, starting to shake a little, and Louise went on with, "I got off work early today, so I came straight home to see what you were up to. I walked in, and you've got your door wide open, and," she burst out laughing, but kept on talking, so the only words I understood were, "hammer and tongs."

If I wasn't so horribly ashamed and embarrassed, I probably would have laughed as well. She got over her laughter and said, a little more seriously, "You really should close the door when you do that."

"I did," I said, flatly.

"Well, you didn't do it properly," Louise said, now looking me in the eye. "The wind must have blown it open. It's blowing a gale outside, but I guess you wouldn't have noticed. I suppose your mind was on other things," she finished, with a sympathetic smile.

She walked around the bed, and looked the porn mag, which had fallen open at the pussy-licking shot. "What are you wanking over, anyway?" she said, with mischievous interest in her voice. She looked down.

"Lesbo porn!" she said, as though she had discovered something.

"D'you like lesbians?" she asked, again looking me in the eye, but with an inquisitive look in her face. I could see there was no use lying, and the damage was done anyway, so I said, "Yeah, I think every guy does."

Louise shook her head, and looked at the picture on the floor, and said "Lesbians...," with a smirk.

Then, she dropped to her knees, and looked closer, and said, "Hey, do you think that brown-haired girl looks a bit like me?"

I could see from her face it was the same old Louise, who bounced stupid jokes off me all the time, and got back as good as she gave, and I started to feel a little less embarrassed. I shook my head, and said, "She doesn't look like you at all. Do you think I'd be perving at a girl who looked like my sister?"

"Oh," she said, standing back up. I assumed she was only pretending to be disappointed. She walked backwards to the foot of my bed again, and with a smile, she said, "Nah, she doesn't look like me at all. I was just jerkin' you around, except," pausing, and looking towards my crotch, "you're doing enough of that for both of us."

I put the pillow over my head and said, "Just go." I was still embarrassed, but somehow, Louise had taken the edge off it. She was good at that kind of stuff.

She walked to the door, and turned to say, "I better leave you alone, now. You look like you've got your hands full," and, smirking, she finished, "One of them, anyway."

She walked out the door, and made a big show of closing it properly.

I lay there for a moment, recovering from the shock, but as the moment had been ruined, and the desire now taken over by a sick feeling of shame, I got up, took a long shower, and went for a long ride on my trail bike.

I came back hours later, after dark, to find Louise sitting in the family room, watching TV. "Where's Mum?" I asked.

"Did you forget?" she asked right back, "She's gone down the coast to spend some time with Dad. She left straight after work, Airhead. Just like she's been talking about all week, so it's just you and me here for the next coupla days."

Louise told me my dinner was in the microwave, so I reheated it and ate quickly, avoiding her as far as possible. Not because of any bad feeling between us, but because I still felt a bit ashamed. I said goodnight, showered again, and went to bed.

After a while, I heard the shower in the bathroom next to my bedroom, and after it stopped, I heard Louise moving around, and then things went quiet for a few minutes, although the light was still on in the hall. I was having trouble dropping off to sleep, and a moment or two later, I heard two knocks, even though my door was half-open, and then Louise's voice.

"Wayne," she said, "It's me."

"I didn't think it would be anyone else," I answered, without trying to sound abrupt.

"Can I come in?" she continued.

"Course you can," I answered, although I still felt a little sheepish, but she moved into the doorway, a silhouette in the light from the hall.

"I thought I'd better knock," she said, "after, you know, today."

I saw her shoulders shrug in the dark, and I said, "Give it a rest!" with exasperation in my voice. She stepped in closer, and said, "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Today, I mean. Put your bedside light on. I don't want to blind you by turning on the room light."

I flicked on the bedside light, and saw she was wearing a pair of light blue cotton summer pyjamas. To be honest, they were kind of sexy, and in the past I have to admit I had wanked to the thought of her in them. That memory didn't help my guilty feelings one bit.

"Look," she said, "everybody does that kinda thing. We all do it."

"We?" I said.

I was honestly surprised she said that, and in my whole life I had never imagined my sister doing that to herself, giving herself pleasure like that, all on her own. Suddenly, the thought made the back of my mouth and throat go all thick and dry. Louise wasn't finished yet, though.

"Of course," she smiled, "Do ya think girls just get to a certain age, and suddenly want to have sex? We get horny long before then, so what are we gonna do? Of course we do it."

She came over and sat on the side of my bed, on my left. She said, "Do you remember those silly games we played when we were kids? That kind of stuff?"

I thought back, and said, "Yeah," avoiding her gaze, "I do."

She went on with, "What about the other game, and all the times when you played Darren, and I was Samantha? Or Mr and Mrs Cunningham from Happy Days?"

I chuckled for a moment, thinking back. We had not mentioned those games to each other for years. I smiled, and added, "What about the time I was Fonzie?"

I saw that smile on her face that I had known all my life, and she said, "Yeah, Fonzie. What would Mr C have to say about that?"

She went serious again, and said "Well, this may surprise you, but sometimes, I think back to those games, and kind of," she paused, as if thinking of whether to continue, "kind of, um, ... ..., touch myself."

She gave me a searching look, and said, "Um, do you ever, think of me, when you, um, you know..."

"No," I lied.

"Oh," she said, with real disappointment in her voice.

"Well," she went on, "Then there was yesterday."

"Yesterday?" I said, guilt rising inside me.

"Well, yeah, yesterday," she started. "There I was, all upset, and you came and sort of, um, said all those nice things, and made me feel so much better about myself, and you were kind of lying there, up against me and stuff, and it just felt nice to cuddle up to a man and feel good about myself," pausing, then adding, "you know?"

"A man?" I said, "But this man is your brother." I had half an inkling, or maybe just wishful thinking, but I had half an idea where this might be leading, but I still had to say that.

"Okay," she answered, "you are, but I couldn't help it if it still felt nice."

"Glad I could help," I said, casually, wondering if...

"You know what I did after you left?" she asked.

"Surprise me," I said.

She surprised me all right. "I touched myself," she said, looking me straight in the eye, like she had said something completely normal, but knowing full well that she hadn't.

Even now, I still don't know what I was going to say when she said that, but it didn't matter, because my throat got so thick and dry in an instant, that all that came out was a kind of gasping, "Uhhhkllthh," sound.

"Well, girls have feelings," she said, looking down, modestly.

I was still too stunned to speak. I guess I kind of knew what she was leading up to, but it was still so far from the way things normally went, that I thought I must be hearing things wrongly, or maybe just misreading them.

"What about you? Yesterday, I mean," she said, looking me in the eye, as if she somehow knew the answer.

"No," I lied again, pursing my lips, and shaking my head, as if that was out of the question.

"Oh." Once again, disappointment in her voice, and this time a little surprise as well.

"Anyway," she said, "I've been thinking ..."

"That's always dangerous," I said, butting in. After all, she was my sister, and we always said things like that to each other.

She shook her head, with that look of mock sympathy for the afflicted on her face, that she used to give me when I said something stupid, as a joke, and got back on track. She seemed to be giving this some thought for a moment, and then she said, "Hear me out here for a minute, Wayne. Now, think about it. Here we are, the two of us, right? Me in my room, touching myself," and she paused, gesturing towards her room, "and you're in here, in this room, you know, doing," she paused, "whatever you, um, do..."

She kind of seemed like she ran out of words for a moment.

She sighed, and went on, as though getting it all out at once, "So-o-o, why don't we just, kind of, um, help each other out?"

I was amazed, and I wanted this more than a kid wants Christmas, but there was no way I thought I could do that in front of her. "I can't ..., I don't..., think...," I stammered.

She leaned forward, and said, soothingly, "It's not like we haven't seen each other. We could look but not touch if you're feeling a bit shy, just kind of play around, maybe kiss each other, you know, just fooling around."

My stomach had butterflies, and I was thinking "What if she doesn't mean what I think she means?" but she tried a different approach.

"Wayne, if you were horny and wanted to, um," and to my discomfort, she made a movement with her thumb over her hand, almost, but not quite, making a wanking fist, "wouldn't you rather look at a real, live girl? And not a girl in a magazine?"

She met my eyes with hers. I was still uneasy about doing anything like that in front of anybody, even Louise. She reached over, without speaking, keeping eye contact, and took my left hand, and gently prodded my finger into the skin of her left forearm.

"That's real," she said, softly.

I was fighting with my own reluctance, if that's possible, but then, to close the deal, she seemed to have an idea. She moved my hand to her left breast, gently turning and holding the palm of my left hand flat against the thin cotton of her pyjama top, so I could feel quite clearly that she was wearing nothing underneath. I felt the warm, rounded shape of her breast with its soft nipple, underneath the material, and I felt her nipple harden slightly under my touch. "That's also real," she said softly, a little more husky this time.

I melted. The world fell away underneath me. Roller coaster. Pick your cliché. Whatever it was, it happened to me.


Mutual Attraction Ch. 01



Then, Louise took my hand away from her lovely breast, and leaned forward, and kissed me on the mouth. She had kissed me before, kissing me good-bye, kissing me on the cheek, or the top of my head, as a gesture of sisterly affection, but it was different this time. This was an adult kiss, between a man and a woman. This was an open-mouth kiss. A soft, warm, gentle, open-mouth kiss. A slight-touch-of-the-tongue kiss, that made me hunger for more, that allowed me to taste her mouth, and then to feel that taste working its magic on me. It was definitely not the sort of kiss you normally get from your sister.

"Have you come to a decision?" she said softly, her face still close enough for me to be intoxicated by her breath.

"I think that," I paused, sighing, "this could be fun."

She leaned down, placing her right thumb and forefinger on each side of my erect penis, through the sheet, and through my boxer shorts, and gently moved them down its length. Her touch was exquisite, and I think I gasped a little. I know I flinched. She turned to look at me, and said, "I know you're a bit unsure, but somebody's already made up his mind."

She repositioned herself on the bed, so she was on her knees on my left, with her head down near my sheet-covered groin, and her lovely bottom inches from my face. She was still stroking me gently through the sheet, and I knew I had been given a gilt-edged invitation, but I was still hesitant to go further in case I overstepped the mark, and ruined the moment for good. I was so excited by the sight of this intimate part of her body, so close to me, beckoning me to caress it, but I was unsure, just the same. 

She turned back over her shoulder and said, simply, "Touch me." Her voice was little more than a whisper.

I reached up with my left hand, gently placing the side of my palm and little finger along the slight cleft in her pyjama bottom, as it was pulled taut across her pussy. I felt the moist warmth from her, even through the gusset of her pyjama pants, and becoming a little bolder, I put the tip of my long finger above her anus and slowly ran it down the slit, feeling her flinch a little. I could see and feel that she had no pants on underneath, and I placed the back of my thumb over the area where I knew her clit should be, (who says porn is not educational?), and made a gentle sawing motion. She made a quick little "Ooh!" sound, and lifted her head, saying, "You learn fast."

She was rubbing me gently through the sheet, as though instinctively, she knew if she went too fast, or too hard, it would be over in an instant. She moved her left hand to my tool, and with her right, she reached back and hooked her thumb in the elastic of her pants, and pulled them down, just enough to expose some of the skin of her right buttock. I took her lead and gently pulled them down further, exposing her beautiful pussy, with its neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair, for the first time. I felt weak at the sight, but then she lifted her knees, each in turn, helping me take her pyjama pants off completely. She had not spoken, and just continued with the gentle stroking of my tool.

I felt her slick wetness, and I gently placed a finger just inside the entrance to her vagina, only a little, and ran it down between her inner lips. She was so incredibly wet and slippery, and I tasted her juice on the tip of my finger. The taste was so exciting I could never even have hoped to describe it, and she looked back again, and smiled, then turned back to what she was doing, without speaking.

She continued her gentle stroking through the sheet, and I became more bold and began to insert my finger in her pussy, moistening it a little more with each stroke, finger-fucking her slowly, getting used to the feeling inside. I took my left hand away, bracing myself on the bed with it, and leaned forward, caressing her right buttock with my right hand, and then kissing her there, softly, like you would kiss a baby. She said, "You're very gentle. I like that."

We kept on for a few minutes, with me touching and caressing her pussy, and kissing her near it, but never actually putting my mouth on it, and Louise gently stroking my erect penis through the sheet, and she said, "It's only fair. You've taken my pants off, so I should take yours off, too."

At this development, I became nervous again, and sensing that, she said, "It's okay. Judging from what I'm feeling through this sheet, you've got nothing to be ashamed of here."

I knew I was only average-sized, from what I had seen in the past, but I didn't answer. I just knew anything I could possibly say about it would make me look stupid, or like I was trying too hard to be cool.

"You know," she said, pulling the sheet back slowly, moving like a person does near a horse, so it won't shy, "size does matter, but only to guys with small ones."

It was so typical of Louise to say something like that at a time like this, but neither of us laughed, because it just wasn't the time. She pulled my boxers down, and exposed my manhood. Without speaking, she, ever so gently, cupped her dry hand around it, and moved it up and down a few times, just barely touching the skin. It was agonisingly good, but then she used her thumb to spread some of my precum around the sensitive head, and began to masturbate me, just touching the head only.

I flinched, and sucked air through my clenched teeth, and she smiled and said, "You're sensitive there, aren't you?"

"It's like that all over," I said, fighting to keep my voice even. She was doing me gently with her hand, knowing that too much too soon would end the moment, and to take my mind off it, and to help keep things going a little longer, I tried to occupy myself with kissing her lovely buttock again. Trust me, that didn't help one bit, and I had to stop, but she kept on gently rubbing me, full-length strokes, lubricated with my own precum, for a moment or two longer.

Then, she took her hand away, and said, "I'd like to get into a more comfortable position. Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, go for it," I said, getting my wavering voice under control again. Louise turned around and straddled me, so we were facing each other. She looked at me a little more seriously, and said, "You know, there are other things we can do."

"Things?" I said.

She moved herself back just slightly, and although I had never been inside a woman before, I just knew that the warm, wet, and incredibly inviting part of her body that was just touching the head of my erect penis, was the entrance to her pussy. I was one flinch, one twitch away from entering her.

She gave me a look, and I knew she was thinking, "Join the dots, Wayne," because that was one of her favourite sayings, and she always had that look when she said it.

"You," I said, gulping to moisten my throat, "mean," and I had to struggle to get the next word out, "sex?"

I was sizzling with desire, not just desire, but also the need, to do this, but my mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. "Come on," Louise said, softly, "I know you want to. I know I want to, but if you don't want to go that far, I can show you some things that are nearly as good. Just say the word."

I wanted to have this more than anything, but this was my sister. She leaned forward, and kissed me, deeply, gently, and drew back, so I could still feel the warmth of her breath on my face, and said, "You haven't said 'no' yet."

She opened her mouth a little, and gently brushed her lips against mine, then drew her head back out of reach of my hungry mouth. Then, she edged herself backwards, taking a tiny bit more of the head of my penis into her entrance, and she said, "Wayne, this won't hurt a bit, I promise. If I could promise you one thing in the world, it would be that this won't hurt. Trust me. But I won't do it if you say 'no."

She made a tiny movement of her pelvis, so the wet entrance to her pussy felt like it was actually nuzzling the tip of my hard, eager penis, and she said, "Just remember, if this goes on any further, I won't be able to stop, though. You don't want to see your sister lose control, now, do you?"

I was on the edge of the cliff. I could jump or stay. I chose to jump. I nodded, too blown away by the moment, and by the situation, to even say the words. Louise gave me the same mischievous smile I had known forever, and said, "No going back now, brother."

She took her weight on her thighs, and sat back slowly, and my oaken hard penis went right into her as she sank back on it, as though it was coated with butter. I was surprised at how it went in so easily, yet the fit was so snug inside, and then she began a gentle rocking motion with her pelvis, slowly running her pussy along the length of my tool, but keeping the action from getting so vigorous that I would end it by coming too soon.

Once I had gotten a little control over myself, I began to lift my own pelvis a little, to meet her with each stroke, and she even giggled a little, as we adjusted to each other, until we got the timing right. She leaned forward, and kissed me again, on the mouth, that same soft, deep, so-sweet kiss, and then drew back a little, saying "Sex without kissing is," she paused, "just wrong."

Excited as I was, the irony of those words was not lost on me as I lay there, being fucked by my own sister, and fucking her back, the two of us in a team effort, synchronising the movement of our bodies, each equally guilty of taking pleasure from each other in such a forbidden way.

Louise gave me a knowing look, and leaned down to place her lips near my left ear, and in a breathy whisper, she said, "I know what you're thinking, because we've got almost exactly the same brain," then she paused, to add, "except I got first pick." I saw the mischievous smile from the corner of my eye, and then she went on in the same soft whisper, "We've come this far, and nobody will ever know. Just us."

She moved up again, with her face above mine, and with a tilt of her head, she made her hair fall forward so it was down around my face. I could smell the sweet, clean shampoo smell, and the only thing we could see was each other. She said, "That's kind of cool, isn't it? Nobody else knowing, just us."

She flicked her hair back over her shoulders, with a toss of her head, and continued on, with barely a change in that deliciously slow fucking motion of hers, and after a moment, she said, "What do you think?" and I said, "It's really good, really good," with my voice still wavering a little. She smiled, but this time it was a smile I had never seen in my lifetime of knowing her.

Then, I asked her, "What about you?"

She took a soft, but deep breath, with her eyes half-closed and said, in little more than a whisper, "It's beautiful."

Until, that moment, I had never thought of sexual feelings as beautiful. I had always thought of sex as something that felt good, and you did it, but I realised then that there was something very beautiful about a woman using that very special, very personal part of her body to give such pleasure, and to receive it herself in the same act.

After a few moments, Louise slowed her rocking and stopped. She leaned forward again and kissed me, and said in that voice, just above a whisper, "I'd like be on my back. It's your first time, so you should be the one in control."

She disengaged herself from me, and we changed places in the bed. I re-entered her pussy, fumbling a little at the entrance, but she used her hand to guide me, and I slid inside her again, taking about three strokes before I was penetrating her fully. Now it was Louise who lifted herself to meet me with each stroke, but only a little, so I was the one who controlled the motion, the depth and the timing. She would occasionally pull me to her, and kiss me, or just gently brush her lips across mine the way she had done it before, which was almost as exciting, but I kept the motion gentle, trying to make it last.

"I love the way you're being so gentle," she said, "but I know it's because you don't want to come too soon." She reached up, and ran her fingers through my hair, and said, "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. Just pick up the pace a little. I want to see you come."

I stopped my thrusting, and said. "See me?"

"No, silly," she said gently. "I don't want to see it coming out of you, I want you to come inside me. Just let it happen. It'll be amazing, believe me."

I hadn't really thought that far ahead. "Inside?" I asked.

"It's okay," Louise answered, starting her own slow thrusting motion from underneath me again, "I've been on the pill for ages. Just go for it."

I started to fuck her again, still slowly, and she adjusted the movement of her own pelvis to mine, and she said, "You're doing great, but don't worry if I don't come this time. Hardly any guys make a girl come their first time, so it'll be all right."

"But," I answered, "that wouldn't be very good for you, would it?"

"Well," she answered, dropping her gaze, but still gently meeting my thrusts, "I can take care of that afterwards." She looked at me again, and said, "You can watch if you like," she paused, and continued with, "or even help me, if you want to."

"I think I'd really like to help you with that," I said, as I continued with fucking her. I began to thrust a little faster, and a little deeper, as I decided to accept my sister's invitation to come inside her, and I could feel that I wasn't going to last much longer.

Suddenly, Louise flinched, and made a noise in her throat. Her eyes widened a little, and I thought for a moment I had hurt her. Before I could do anything about it, she said, a little louder than before, "Wayne, you're making me come! I didn't think you would, but it's gonna happen." Now, she was the one with the wavering voice.

I increased my pace just a little, but I didn't want to do anything to spoil it for her, so I kept things fairly constant. Her own thrusting quickened, then she said, with urgency in her voice, "Please don't stop! Please, please don't stop, Wayne!"

Louise seemed to stiffen, and she clutched her arms to her chest, arched her back, and she tilted her head back, with her eyes closed, saying, much more quietly, "So good, so-o-o-o good. That's so good!"

The sight of her in orgasm, plus the spasms of her pussy around me, triggered my own orgasm, whether I was ready or not, and I felt wave after wave of pleasure starting in my penis and working back through my body, then rebounding back the other way. I don't know how many times I spurted, because I was too involved in immersing myself in the pure, crystalline pleasure of sexual release, to take notice of such things, but after it was over, I found that Louise had her legs wrapped around me, and she was holding me to herself with her arms.

"Please stay and hold me for a minute," she said in that soft voice, just above a whisper again, "Let me hold you. I just want to hold you. You did that so beautifully."

We lay there for like that for minute or two, while she held me and I remained inside her, then she reached up, pulled my face to her, and kissed me again, and said, "Thanks. Thank you for that. I didn't really plan to go that far but I'm glad we did." She took a breath, and said, "Do you know how you just need something, sometimes?"

My sister's orgasm had been nothing like the pornstar orgasms I had seen so often on video. This was a real woman, experiencing real sexual pleasure, and not making it seem as though it was more dramatic than it was. We lay there in my bed, and with the house to ourselves, Louise slept there with me, with her arms and legs wrapped around me, and I sensed that she needed that as much as the lovemaking we had just experienced. We were two people who had done something very bad, but together we had also done something very good. That night, we had crossed a forbidden boundary, but on the other side, we found something that was amazing, just as Louise had said it would be. However, as Louise had also said, there was no going back, and I lay there for a brief few minutes, thinking of these things, as I drifted off to sleep, entwined with this beautiful woman, who was also my sister. Society had deemed that I was naturally immune to her beauty, and her sexual magnetism, but the events of that night had shown differently, and I knew that we would never be the same, from this night onwards.



Mutual Attraction Ch. 02



This story continues on directly after my first story, Mutual Attraction 

I woke up the next morning, and Louise was still lying beside me. It had all been true. I could see that she had already been awake for a while, and she had been watching me as I slept. When she saw I was awake, she rolled her eyes, as if to say, "Well, here we are, it really did happen," and said "So, any regrets?" 

"No," I answered, "what about you?" 


She sighed, and said, "You know, I didn't really plan to go that far last night, but I'm not sorry we did. Not sorry at all." 

She put her hand on my chest, and then continued, "We probably shouldn't do that again, but I know enough about life to know that we probably will anyway, so we need to make a few things clear, right from the start, otherwise," and she paused for a moment, as though she was thinking of the best way to put it, and then said, "otherwise, we've made a mess we can never fix." 

I had a fair idea what she meant, even before she said it, so I just nodded, and said, "Yeah." It wasn't much of an answer, I know, but the whole situation had taken me by surprise, so cut me some slack. 

"Firstly," she started, "no-one can ever know." 

"Goes without saying," I said. 

"The other thing is," and she moved closer to me as she said this, "we're brother and sister. We've loved each other all our lives, but we can't be in love. We can't fall in love. You know what I mean? We can't be possessive." 

"You've got this all worked out, haven't you?" I said. 

"You know me. Always the practical one," she smirked, then became more serious, and said, "and we can't even look like doing anything while Mum and Dad are in the house. Okay?" 

I nodded. 

"Other than that," she said with a smile, "we live in the same house, so if we're horny for each other, nobody needs to know but us." Then, she looked at the clock beside my bed, and said, "I've got to get ready for work." 

As she climbed over me to reach for her pyjama pants on the floor next to my bed, I remembered that under the sheets, she was naked from the waist down. That didn't help my morning erection one bit, especially when I felt her pubic hair tickling my belly, as she climbed over me to reach down on the floor. Then, as she jiggled and stretched to reach her pants, my hard cock brushed against her right hip, and she said, "I'm flattered by that, but I've got to go to work." 

After what we had got up to last night, I couldn't help thinking it was funny that she kept the sheet over herself until she had her pants back on, and then she got up and headed for her own room. 

After she'd showered and gotten dressed for work, we had breakfast together, just like any other day. Being so close, we were still in the habit of kissing each other good-bye, and she bent down and gave me a very sisterly kiss on the top of my head, as I sat at the table, said, "See ya," and she headed out the back door for work. 

I had no way of knowing if there would ever be a repeat performance of last night, but the possibility was there, and that was exciting enough on its own. Naturally, I was still on school holidays, and with the day to myself, I tidied up after breakfast, and went to a friend's place for a few hours, then came back in the mid-afternoon. Louise wasn't due home for a couple of hours, and our parents would be away for another few days, so I was alone in the house. I put on a few CD's, and lay on the couch in the family room, with a book. 

I must have lost track of time because the next thing I knew, I heard Louise's car in the driveway. I heard her coming in through the back door, and I saw her walk past the doorway into the kitchen, and down the hallway towards her room, without speaking. She was carrying a shopping bag in her hand, which was nothing unusual. Like all girls her age, Louise was always buying clothes. I was still lying on the couch when she came into the room a few minutes later, still dressed in her work uniform, consisting of a light blue blouse with the dealership logo on it, and a short denim skirt. 

"Hey," she said, smiling brightly. 

"Hi, Lou," I answered, putting my book down on the floor. 

She walked over to the couch, and I pulled my feet back on the couch to give her a space to sit at the opposite end, and she sat down. We chatted for a few minutes about her day at work, and what I had done with my day, and I couldn't help but think about how good her work clothes looked on her. The blouse was cut in slightly at the waist, so it emphasised her curvy shape and perky tits, and the skirt made the most of her great legs and shapely bottom. It occurred to me that old Mr Cairncross must have really known what he was doing when he put her on the front desk. I'm sure plenty of guys would have been happy to book their car in for its next service, if they thought they'd get an eyeful of Louise next time they came in. 

She stopped in mid-sentence, and said, "What are you looking at?" with a smile. 

"I was just thinking your work clothes look good on you," I answered. 

She kept that pretty smile and said, "You see me dressed like this five days a week. I've got drawers full of blouses just like this, and suddenly you're saying I look good in them. Where's that coming from?" 

"Well," I said, "you either look good or you don't. I'm just saying, you look good." 

She shook her head, and we continued talking, but there was something about her, like she was waiting for the right time to do something, or maybe, she knew something I didn't. Anyway, I had a feeling something was going on. 

After another few minutes of talking, she seemed to come to a decision, and she stood up, stepped closer to me, and slipped off her sandals. 

"Wayne," she said, in a tone she always used when she was going to ask me for a favour. 

"Yes, Louise," I answered. 

"There's something," and she paused for a moment, "...something I'd like you to do." 

"What's that?" I asked, smiling back up at her. 

"Me," she answered, simply, and then she turned and climbed onto the couch, straddling me, but facing towards my feet in a kind of almost sixty-nine position, with her bottom in front of my face, and her skirt pulled up by the position she was in. To my astonishment, I saw that she had no pants on. Her pussy was bare, and pulled open, right in front of me, and I felt a cold wave of excitement passing through me, as I realised this was only going to get better. 

"You didn't go to work like this, did you?" I asked in amazement. 

"No, Brainiac," I heard her say, "I took them off and threw them on my bed when I came in. Do you think I'd go to work without any knickers on? Mr Cairncross'd have a stroke if he saw me at my desk like that." 

"I know what he'd be stroking," I said. 

"There's a time and place for such vulgarity, and this is neither the time or the place," Louise said, mocking our mother, who sometimes used that expression when our dad said something out of place, or told an off-colour joke. We both laughed, but I never thought I'd hear those words in circumstances like this, with my sister's pussy, open and glistening with moisture, right in front of my face. 

"So," I started, "what was this favour you wanted?" 

"Well", Louise said, "this is a serious matter, Wayne. Very serious." 

"Go on," I said, taking in the vista before me. The excitement was almost unbearable. 

"Wayne, you can see my pussy, can't you?" she asked. 

I resisted the temptation to say something ridiculous, and I simply said, "Yes, I can, and I have to say, it looks rather nice, too." 

"Well, last night," she started, still with that serious tone in her voice, "my pussy did something very naughty." 

"Naughty?" I replied. 

"Yes, very naughty," she said. 

"What did it do?" I asked, equally serious. 

"Well," she said, "I'm afraid that last night, my pussy was fucked my brother." 

"Ohhhh, that was bad," I said, but I just couldn't keep the smile out of my voice. 

"So, you see, Wayne, I really need your help here, and you've always been such a good brother to me, so I know I can rely on you for this," Louise said, maintaining the serious tone in her voice. 

"So," I said, placing my right hand on her gorgeous right buttock, and gently using my thumb to pull her inner lip open a little more, "what is it you want me to do?" 

"Wayne, I need you to punish my pussy for me," she said, "by fucking it, hard, and deep, from behind, to teach it a lesson about what it got up to last night. Can you do that for me, Wayne." 

"Oh, yes," I said, swallowing to moisten my throat, "I can do that for you." 

I was eager to start, but she went on with, "There's just one other thing, Wayne." 

"What's that?" I asked, interested and eager. 

"Well," she started, "do you remember when Dad used to punish us when we were little?" 

I had no idea where this was going, but I thought back to the few times our dad had spanked us, and I said, "I'm afraid you'll have to help me out there, Lou." 

"Do you remember," she started, "how, before he did it, he used to always tell us he loved us, and it was only for our own good?" 

"Yes," I said. I still had no idea what she was leading up to. 

"Well", she started, "I need you to start by showing my pussy how much you love it. You do love my pussy, don't you, Wayne?" 

"Oh, yes, very much," I said, looking right at the pouting entrance to her pussy, "but, how would you like me to do that?" 

"Wayne, last night was your first time," she said, in that same soft, gentle, but serious tone, "so I kind of, talked you through things, but I think you're ready to go solo now. You're a smart guy, you'll work it out." 

I didn't think it was possible for me to be any more excited, but then I realised what she was asking me to do, and I said, "When would you like me to start?" 

"Any time you're ready, Wayne," she said. 

I had never licked a pussy before, and last night was the first time I had ever had my mouth anywhere near one. I moved my head forward, and smelt the scent of Louise's pussy, that sweetish, tangy smell, so inviting, so incredible, so arousing for a man, and I took it in. I sniffed, and then I breathed gently, letting it waft back into my nostrils, so I could really appreciate it. I moved my mouth up to the entrance to her pussy, and I kissed it, the way a man kisses a woman's mouth when they are about to make love, lips slightly open, tasting, enjoying, experiencing. 

I drew back from the kiss, and I moved to her left buttock, taking in its shape. I kissed her gently in the centre of her buttock, feeling the soft smooth skin over the firm muscle underneath. Louise's bottom had been moulded beautifully by nature, and then sculpted to perfection by gymnastics and sport, so it was a thing of absolute beauty. 

I moved my mouth back to her pussy again, and I ran my mouth and tongue gently down her left inner lip, turning it so I could get as much of the flavour as I could. I don't know if there is a word that has been invented to describe how exciting this was to me, and as I brushed my tongue across her clit, I felt her flinch. Then, I ran my tongue slowly back up the other pussy lip, once again turning it so I could really taste her. 

I moved my mouth to the opening of her pussy again, and I kissed it a second time, gently, lovingly, tasting the rim with the tip of my tongue, as I held the kiss. Then, I gently pushed my tongue right inside, tasting this intimate part of Louise's body, that she had entrusted to me for my loving care and attention. After a moment, I drew back, and dipped my tongue into the pool of her juice, between her pussylips, and I spread it across my tongue, tasting it again. 

I placed the tip of my tongue against the skin between her vagina and anus, moistening a little spot, and then blew gently on it. "That tickles," Louise said, with a giggle in her voice. Then, I pulled my head back, and I decided to try something I had only read about in magazines. 

I dipped my lips into the juice between Louise's inner pussylips, and moved my mouth down to her clit, and I placed my lips, lubricated liberally with her own fluids, over it. I moved my mouth back and forth slightly on her little clit, and she seemed to buck and made an "Oo-ohh!" sound. I put my hands onto her back, just at the top of her buttocks, and linked my fingers, holding her in place, and I continued to work my mouth gently back and forth on her clit, with just a tiny bit of suction from my mouth, and she immediately started to moan and gyrate her pelvis in my face. She squeezed her magnificent thighs against my head, and I heard her say, "Ohhh,...,..., ughh!", then, with a strain in her voice, "Wayne! You're gonna make me come with your mouth! Ohhhhh!!! Where did you learn that?!!" 

I came up for air, and I said, "I just read it somewhere." 

I heard a gasp as she relaxed, and Louise said, "You're some kind of genius at this!" 

I felt her opening my fly and undoing my trousers, then there was cool air and warm breath on my cock. "I think," she started, "it's about time we moved on to the next stage. Are you ready for that?" 

"I think I'm up for it," I answered 

I felt her finger, or it may have been a thumb, gently run the length of my hard, eager tool, from the head down, and then Louise said, "Well, you've certainly brought the right equipment along, and believe me, you're up for it." I felt her gently kiss the tip of my cock, which could not have been harder if it had been carved out of a titanium ingot. 

Louise lifted her left leg and moved to allow me to get out from under her. Then, she reached back and unzipped her short skirt, and slipped it off, one leg at a time, tossing it on the floor. She positioned herself on all fours on the couch, and I felt weak at the knees at the sight of her beautiful bottom, and her wet pussy, open for me. She looked back over her shoulder with that mischievous smile, somehow sexier than I remembered, and said, "Just remember, teach it a lesson it'll never forget." 

I moved toward her and guided my cock into the opening of her pussy. It was incredibly wet, and I slipped in halfway, and then drew back, to see my cock coated with her juices. I began my own fucking motion, using just half of my cock, for a few slow strokes and then I gently pushed in all the way, the walls of her pussy embracing my cock lovingly. I started doing full length strokes, but not fast, hard or deep, just to get things started, even though Louise had asked me to fuck her hard and deep, and once I got the motion going, I heard her say, "Ohhhh, that's lovely, Wayne." 

I could see my cock going inside her, and I was amazed how deep inside it seemed to go, and then with each out stroke, the inner wall seemed to stick to it, as though her pussy was reluctant to let me go. Now and again, I would adjust my position a little, to make the sensitive parts of my cock push harder against the walls of her pussy, and then when I felt myself getting a little too close to an orgasm that I might lose control of, I shifted slightly. I loved doing this, but I wanted to fuck Louise they way she had asked me to. She had asked to be fucked hard, but I wanted to build up to it first. 

I pulled back and started a short stroke motion, just rubbing the sensitive head of my cock inside her pussy, and it felt amazing, but she started to push her pussy back, greedily trying to get my cock right in again. "You're ..., having..., fun ..., aren't you?", she said, as I picked up the pace a little with my thrusting, but still using short strokes. Every now and again, I would push my rigid cock in all the way for one or two quick strokes, and then I would go back to the short stroke fucking I was giving her. With the deep thrusts, I would hear a hiss of air as she sucked between her teeth, or a little noise in her throat, then she said, with urgency in her voice, "Oh, Wayne that feels good." 

I decided now it was time to give her the hard, deep fucking she had asked for. Without any warning, I thrust hard into her, and began to fuck her pussy hard, deep and fast, holding onto her hips tightly with my hands. With each of my deep thrusts, there was a ripple through the muscles of her buttocks as she braced her thighs, so there was no lost motion between my cock and her pussy. 

Her pussy was so wet, and my cock so hard, that with each out stroke, it was coming right out of her, and as I drove it back inside, it found its mark and went straight back in, relentlessly pounding her pussy, giving it no quarter. 

"Is this..., the way..., you wanted it?" I said. 

"Yes!" she answered. 

"Am I teaching..., your pussy..., a lesson..., it won't forget?" 

"Yes!" 

"Is it ever..., going..., to do it again?" 

"Yes!!" 

I ramped up my thrusting as hard and deep as I possibly could, and Louise lifted her head and said, "That's so good! That's heaven! That's gorgeous!!" 

I kept up the hard thrusting, and she bowed her head and said, "Fuck! ..., ffuck! ..., Fffuckkk!!!" 

Louise was a girl who didn't swear much in ordinary conversation, but it seemed that sex brought out the gutter-mouth in her. "Is that an order?" I said, through gritted teeth. 

With strain in her voice, she said, "Any..., way ..., you want to take it!" Then, she said "I'm ..., gonna,..., come! I can't hold it!" 

I kept up my hard thrusting, and Louise clenched her fists on the couch, and arched her back, bowing her head and saying, "Ohh, sweet Jesus, that's good!" Then, she arched her back, and three spasms went through her body, and twice, she made a gasping noise in her throat, then with the third spasm, she made a noise that was almost a scream. 

She relaxed a little, and with what I had just seen, and the sweet sensations of her pussy on my hard cock, I felt a tingling in the back of my throat, that sometimes came when I was coming close to an orgasm. It didn't always happen, but when it did, I knew it was going to be good. I kept on my thrusting, a little slower now that Louise had come, but it felt so good I didn't want to change anything, and that feeling of pleasure exploded in me at the base of my cock, and for the second time in my life, I came inside my sister's exquisite pussy. 

The first spurt was blown back powerfully, as I drove my cock in behind it, then the second spurt came, and then as the spasms of pleasure took away my full control of myself, I began a series of short, quick thrusts, spurting three or four more times, each spurt accompanied by a wave of pure pleasure, as Louise's hungry pussy seemed to milk me of my seed. 

After my orgasm, I relaxed a little, and with my cock still half hard, I stroked it back and forth a few times, inside Louise's pussy. It was sensitive in a different way now that I had come, but it still felt great. Then, I withdrew, and sat back on the couch, letting out a gasping sigh. Louise's pussy was a mess, the inner lips a swollen, purplish-pink colour, with come, the come that I had just taken such pleasure in putting there, oozing out, and pooling in the upturned hood of her clitoris, then running down to join the come that was already matted in her pubic hair. I leaned forward and kissed her left buttock, tasting the thin film of sweat, and then I sat back again. 

Louise turned around to face me, and kneeled on the couch. I guess she knew it wasn't a good idea to sit down, and she leaned forward for a kiss. I kissed her mouth, gently, lovingly, and her kiss was like a sweet, light dessert after a solid main course. 

Louise looked me in the eyes, and said, "How on earth could you know how to fuck like that? Last night was your first time." 

"Instinct, I guess," I answered, truthfully. It was the best answer I could give. 




Mutual Attraction Ch. 02



She kissed me again, gentle and sexual, and smiled her sweet, familiar smile, only this time, tinged with a faint sense of wonderment, and said, "Sometimes, you've just got to trust your instincts." She looked at me and shook her head. 

"Who knew," she said, looking down, "that the best sex I'd ever have would be with my brother." 

Society provides no rules of etiquette to guide a young girl in what to say in appreciation of a satisfying fuck from her brother, but I thought she was just saying that to make me feel good, not that it was necessary. She looked up at me and nodded, saying, "Wayne, you just fucked me like I haven't been fucked in, I don't know, ..., ever. I'm serious." 

I was feeling pretty pleased with myself, and Louise stood up off the couch, and she said, "I think you should go and have a shower. I'm going to fix us some dinner. I want to keep your strength up, because after dinner, I am going to make love to you." 

I got up and went to have a shower, still tingling all over from the sex we had just had. By the time I came back out, Louise was in the kitchen, still wearing the same clothes, although when she bent to reach into a cupboard, I saw she had put on some plain, white cotton briefs. Probably a good idea, considering the state I had left her pussy in. I had a bit of a thing for white cotton briefs, and even though we had just had hard, satisfying sex, I still got a little excited when Louise bent over. 

Dinner was hardly any different from any other night, and we sat and talked, laughed at the show on TV in the dining room, and generally behaved like any other brother and sister. Two things made it different, though. Firstly, as I helped Louise clean up afterwards, she bent over to put some things in the dishwasher, and when she stood up, she stepped back and pressed herself against me, holding her sexy body against me for a moment without speaking, and then went back to what she was doing. Then, as I reached into a high cupboard a few minutes later, she stepped in to face me, so when I put my arms down, they were around her. She looked me in the face, close up, and said, with her mischievous smile, "I've got some dessert for you, but we won't be having it at the table." 

She smiled and turned to continue tidying up. After we finished, she said, "Go and relax while I go and have a shower. I'll be back in a few minutes." 

I sat on an armchair in the family room and waited, watching the TV, and feeling my excitement mount. A few minutes later, Louise stepped into the room, wearing a pair of very sexy pink pyjamas. They were kind of similar in style to the blue pair she was wearing the first time we made love, but cut in a much more sexy way, with more lace. "I bought these in my lunch hour today. What do you think?" 

"They look great on you," I said, but I was thinking You look like a walking wet dream in those things and I want to chew them off with my teeth, and explore every inch of you with my tongue. I probably should have said it, considering what we had already done together, but she came over and bent down, kissing me, long, gentle and sexy, on the mouth. She smelt as good as she looked, a mixture of soap, mild perfume and her own scent. I inhaled her breath as she held her mouth close to mine, and I just wanted her body in the worst possible way. 

"Let's go down to my room," she said, softly, "I want to make love. I think you do, too." I got up, weak kneed, and we walked down to her bedroom. She had bought herself a double bed when she first started working, and she looked at the bed, but turned to me, and held me close. 

"Wayne, I don't want to get carried away with all this, but I want to show you the difference between fucking and making love." I had no answer for that, so she continued. 

"This afternoon, I asked you to fuck me hard, because sometimes a girl just wants to be fucked hard. I made it into a bit of fun, because that's me, it's the way you and I have always been," Louise said, "but tonight, I'd like you to let me do all the work, and we'll both get all the pleasure." I could feel her warm breath on my face as she spoke, and I said, "What would you like me to do?" 

She moved to the bed, and lay on it in those sexy pyjamas, and said, "Unwrap me like I'm a present. Like I'm a present for you." 

I stepped to the bed, and looked down at her, first her face, then her lovely body. I have to admit, my eyes stopped at her pelvis. "Where do I start?" I asked. 

"Anywhere you like," she smiled. 

I knelt down beside the bed, and I kissed her mouth, slowly, lovingly, gently, sexually. I drew back from the kiss and I looked down her body, stretched out on the bed, and I moved down to her pyjama pants. I gently placed my right hand in the waistband and lifted it, and looked at her face. Making eye contact, she lifted her bottom without speaking, and let me pull them down, then I slid them along her long, beautiful legs and took them off her entirely. I looked at her pussy, and I saw it had regained its composure after the hard sex it had experienced in the afternoon. It was now pink and pretty again, the inner lips only slightly parted. I was so excited by her body and her bare pussy. I moved my head forward and kissed her gently, right in the middle of the triangle of her pubic hair, and I inhaled as I held my face against the soft hair. Her scent there was similar to the scent of her pussy, but lighter, and its effect was to make my entire body seem to buzz with sexual excitement. I kissed her again, just at the apex of the triangle, holding the kiss and inhaling gently. 

I pulled back from the kiss, and I looked at Louise's face, and she seemed genuinely concerned here. "Don't you want to see me naked?" she asked. 

"I do," I answered, "but I don't want to open all my presents at once." She smiled her so-sweet smile again. 

I placed my right hand under her left knee and gently lifted, and she let me move it slightly, opening her legs enough for me to kiss her gently on her pussy. I didn't try to lick her, as much as I had found I loved to do this, but I just kissed her beautiful, private part once more, gently and lovingly. The scent of her freshly washed pussy was incredible. 

Then, it occurred to me that twice now, I had made love to my sister, but I had never seen her breasts. I had been so excited by being able to explore and experience her lovely body, that I had overlooked them, even though I had admired them so many times in the past. 

I decided to rectify that, and I moved along the bed, and undid the two buttons on her pyjama top, and placed my right hand up underneath the silky material, gently touching her left breast. I then kissed her left breast through her pyjama top, looked at her eyes, and then gently lifted her top. She sat up on the bed, with my hand still holding her pyjama top, and I lifted it over her shoulders. I put it on the bed and she lay back down. For the first time, I saw her fully naked, and I had to swallow before I could speak. I was, honestly, dazzled by the sight of her body like that. "Louise, I just don't know where to start," I said. 

"You're doing very well so far, Wayne. You haven't put a foot wrong, but if you're asking for a hint, I kind of like having my boobs played with," she smiled. I had just put my hand on her left breast under her pyjama top, but faced with the sight of them, I could barely touch her there, I was so excited. I had checked them out so many times in the past, under her clothes, but now that I finally saw them in all their glory, I have to admit I was a little overwhelmed, which was odd considering what we had already done together. As I hesitated, Louise leaned forward, and with a pretend-serious face, she said, softly, "They're not booby-trapped," and then realising what she said, she giggled, shook her head and said, "I mean, they won't bite." 

With her fair skin, Louise's breasts were creamy and pink-nippled. I put my hand on her left breast and ran the thumb over her nipple. Then, still fondling her left breast, I leaned down and put my mouth over her right nipple. It seemed to harden a little in my mouth, and I sucked gently, while Louise placed her right hand lightly behind my head, and held me like that, breathing deeply under me. Her voice had a waver in it as she said, "More of that instinct thing, Wayne?" 

I released her nipple from my mouth, still fondling her left breast, and I looked at her and said, "I've got a confession to make." She looked me in the eye, eyebrows slightly raised, and I said, "I know you let me lick you and kiss you down there, and it was intimate and everything, but when I saw your boobs for the first time, I got butterflies." 

She still had her hand on the back of my head, and she gently rubbed it, and said, "That's so sweet." 

Then, she put her hand lower down on my back, and said, "Now, speaking of things that are sweet, I love it when a guy plays with my tits, and I could let you do that all night, but I think it's time for you to get up on this bed and let me make love to you, Wayne, because if I don't do it right now, I'm going to explode." 

I tried to look pensive, which was difficult in the circumstances, and said, "Hmmm, messy. Hard to explain, too." 

Louise moved over to make room, and I got on the bed next to her. She rolled over and straddled my legs, and started undoing my trousers without any preamble. She took them off, along with my underpants, and there was no doubt I was ready to continue. She bent down and kissed me on the head of my cock, and said, "I could show you some things I can do with this, but right now, I just want it inside me." 

She moved up and mounted me, and I could feel she was very wet, as her pussy sank down on me. It felt so good, I had to swallow again before I could talk. "That went in pretty easily," I said, and she smiled, leaned down to kiss me, and then replied, "Now, I want you to just lie there and let me do the work. Don't hold back, just let yourself come. This is about you." 

"You want to come too, don't you?" I said, a little puzzled. 

She kissed me again as she moved her pelvis back and forth and said, "You and I can't be in love because of who we are, we both know that, Wayne, but this is an act of love. I think we can allow ourselves that." 

I nodded. 

"Just let me use my body to give you pleasure, Wayne". Her breathing was a little faster. 

"If you feel yourself starting to come, don't hold onto it, just let it happen. Just ride it. I know you like to hold on, and girls love that in a guy, but this time I just want you to let yourself go," she said, becoming a little more breathless herself. 

It was hard to keep myself from moving my own pelvis, but I did as she said, and tried not to fuck her back. I felt myself coming, and I rode, it just like she said. I'm not a person who normally moans during orgasm, but this time, I cried out. I couldn't help it, and my orgasm was different from any I had experienced. It was not as intense, and it came from a different place. I realised why people talk about loving with their heart, because it seemed to well up in the centre of my body, and not below the waist, and it just brought a moan from me that I could not hold inside. 

After I had come, Louise slowed down her thrusting and then stopped. "Don't move," she said softly. She licked her lips to moisten them, and kissed me, then said, speaking softly, "Now that everything's, kind of relaxed down there, if I get into the right position," and she shuffled a little bit to do that, "I can put just the right amount of pressure on my clit, and finish myself off." 

"Anything I can do to help?" I asked, still a little breathless myself. 

"Just hold me. Hold me around my back to help keep me in place. Isn't that beautiful?" she said in a breathy whisper, "That, all you've got to do to help me come is just hold me tight?" She kissed me again, quicker this time, and said, " A lot of guys won't do what you're doing now. When it's over it's over, with them." 

She was rocking back and forth, gently and with only short movements, and I was only half hard, but still inside her. She leant down and kissed me again, and with her breathing becoming faster, she turned her head slightly, and her lower lip began to quiver. Her face looked as though she was about to cry, and she said, simply, and with a longing in her voice, "Oh, Wayne, that's precious. I wish I could explain what it feels like, but I can't." 

A shudder seemed to go through her, and she took two or three quick, sharp breaths, with that sublime look that could have been either pleasure or pain on her face, and it was over. No swearing, no crying out, no screaming, just the love between two people, channelled through my sister's beautiful body. 

"I love you Wayne," she said softly, "I'm allowed to say that, because you're my brother. I can't be in love with you, but I can love you, Wayne, and I do." 

I held her to me, still inside her, and I placed my right hand down on her bottom. What man wouldn't have wanted to hold that body against himself? What we were doing may have been wrong on many levels, but from my point of view at that moment, I was holding a beautiful woman in my arms, glowing with the aftertaste of sweet, sweet sexual union. 

We lay there for an hour, and both dropped off to sleep for a short time. When we awoke, we spoke quietly, even though we were alone in the house, and there was no-one to hear but ourselves. 

"I don't have to go to work tomorrow," Louise said, "They owe me a day off and I asked for it tomorrow." 

"Got any plans?" I asked. 

"I thought I might take you exploring," she answered. 

"Where are going?" I asked, turning to look at her. 

"Nowhere," she replied, "We can explore each other's body, right here. You won't need a compass. Just trust your instincts." 

Soon sleep overtook us again, and we lay in the dark, two people who loved each other, but could never be in love.



Mutual Attraction Ch. 03



This story continues on directly after my last story, Mutual Attraction Part 2. 

Morning came again, and for the second time, I woke up next to my sister, Louise, except this time we were in her bed and not mine. I looked at her, asleep beside me in her bed, as her chest rose and fell in her sleep, and then after a few moments, she also woke up. 

We talked for a few minutes, and then she casually reached down, felt my morning erection, and she rolled over on top of me. However, the moment she pressed her soft mouth onto mine, the phone rang, and she jumped out of bed to answer it in the family room. It was Mrs Cairncross, her boss's wife, saying that one of the other girls had called in sick, and asking if Louise could come in on her scheduled day off. That meant that our day of mutual exploration, that Louise had proposed the previous night, had to be postponed, but Mrs Cairncross did say that if things were not too busy, she would let Louise finish early. 

So, Louise and I had breakfast as normal, and she headed out the door for work, just like any other day. That left me at home on my own, so I tidied up, and went to visit a couple of friends for most of the day. 

I had soccer training in the afternoon, and after training, I got a lift home with one of the guys in my team. When he dropped me off outside my house, I saw that Louise's car was already in the driveway, so Mrs Cairncross must have kept her promise. I was glowing from the physical workout I had just had, but very sweaty, when I walked in the back door, and I found Louise making coffee in the kitchen. She was wearing a short, sleeveless, cream coloured dress, with a pale pink pattern on it, and her hair was tied back in a ponytail, the way she wore it sometimes. The short skirt showed off her shapely legs and curvy figure, and it was cut just low enough in the front to show a little cleavage, but not too much, and with her hair tied back like that, she looked like a combination of sweet and sexy meets girl next door. We greeted each other in the kitchen and she said, "You look like you need a shower." I agreed with her and headed straight for the bathroom, where I wasted no time in stripping off, and jumping under the hot water. 

After I had finished, and put on some fresh clothes, I went to the family room, where I found Louise sitting on the couch, watching the afternoon soap operas. "I don't know how you watch this stuff," I said, sitting down next to her on her left, and she said, "I don't know, either." They just suck you in sometimes." 

She hit the mute button on the remote, shutting down the sound on the TV, and leaned a little closer to me. "You smell nice," she said, "straight from the shower." 

I turned to her and sniffed, and said, "You smell nice too." 

It was true; she did smell nice, like a mixture of her deodorant, sweet hair shampoo, and her own personal scent. "So," Louise said, turning to face me, "you got any plans for the rest of the afternoon?" 

"No," I said, "nothing in particular." 

She turned around on the couch, and swung her legs up and onto my lap, and leant back against the right arm of the couch to face me. "Well," she said with a smile, "we've got the whole house to ourselves, and all the time in the world. I wonder what sort of mischief we can get up to." 

I could see where this was leading, so I answered, "I'm sure we'll think of something, if we put our heads together." 

Louise's short dress had ridden up when she put her legs across my lap, and I could see she had a pair of white cotton panties on underneath. "Are you looking up my skirt?" she asked. 

A week ago, I would have denied it, but a lot had happened in the past two days. "Yes, I was," I said, looking her straight in the eyes. 

"And what's so interesting up there?" she asked, playfully. 

"I was looking at your pants," I said. 


"My knickers," she replied, speaking like a person interrogating a child over some act of naughtiness, and being unsatisfied with the answers, "And what's so interesting about my underwear?" 

"Dunno," I answered, "I was just looking." 

"Is it my knickers," she asked, "or what's inside them?" still with that playful tone. 

"Well, to tell you the truth," I answered, "it's more a matter of what's inside them." 

"And what's inside them that's so interesting?' she asked, making eye contact, but still maintaining that playful tone. 

I decided on the spur of the moment to use the word with maximum impact, and I said to her, "Your cunt." 

Louise's eyes widened a little, and she looked genuinely surprised. "Wayne McAllister, how dare you talk about my private parts like that?" she asked, still playful, but with a sterner tone in her voice, "You've hurt my feelings now. You'll have to kiss me better." 

"No problem there," I said, leaning forward to kiss her on the mouth, but she pulled back and said, "Not on my mouth. You've got to kiss the part of me you insulted." 

She had a mischievous, challenging smile on her face. 

"That's just as easy," I said, lifting her legs and swinging down between them. I pushed her skirt up a little higher, and I saw that her white cotton briefs had a yellow smiley face printed on the front. I put my face down near her pussy, and I breathed in gently, taking in the sexy scent through her panties. Then I gently kissed her on her panties, just about where I knew her clit would be, underneath the material. I held my face there for a moment, enjoying the scent. Then I looked up at her from between her legs. 

"Not bad," she said, "but you're not kissing me, you're really kissing my knickers, aren't you?" 

"I'll soon fix that," I said, eagerly, and I put my fingers into the waistband of her pants, and she lifted her bottom off the couch to let me pull them down. I slid them down her long legs, and took them off her, dropping them on the floor. I looked up at her face, and she was simply watching me, without speaking. I put my face back between her legs again, and I gently kissed her on her clit, this time without any cotton between my lips and her skin. I inhaled again, and then I turned and gently kissed her on the smooth, soft skin of her left inner thigh, feeling her pubic hair on my left cheek. I turned back to her pussy, and I gently moved her left leg a little wider to give myself better access to her, and I kissed her just underneath her clit. I held the kiss for a moment, and then I slipped my tongue in a little between her inner lips, tasting her, and feeling the excitement mounting inside me. Louise was already starting to get a little wet. 

I turned my head a little, and I used the left side of my tongue to gently tease her clit, and I heard her take a deep breath. Looking up, I saw her with her eyes half closed, and then she gathered herself together, and said, "Wayne, I think I've been a little greedy." 

I had no idea what she meant. I took my mouth away from her pussy, and I said, "What are you talking about?" 

"I love it when you go down on me, and you seem to get better at it each time you do it," she said, "but I think I should have returned the favour by now." 

"You don't have to do that," I answered. 

"But I'd love to, Wayne," she said, "Girls like going down on guys as much as guys like to do it." Then she paused, and continued, with a smile, "Well, most of them anyway." 

Naturally, I had never had my dick in a girl's mouth, but I was pretty happy with what I was doing, so I said, "If you want to." 

"Of course I want to," she said, "Would you like to try it now?" 

I looked at her pussy, and with a smile, she said, "Trust me, you can finish what you started, after I finish with you." 

I got out from between her legs, and she said, "Hop back up on the couch." 

I sat back on the couch again, and Louise moved down and knelt on the floor between my legs. She unclipped the stud on my jeans, and then undid my fly, and I lifted my bottom to let her slide my jeans and underpants down, to expose my cock, which was standing up, rock hard. She smiled when she saw it, and put her right hand around it, gently rubbing the little bubble of precum with her thumb. 

She looked me in the eyes, from down near my hard cock, and said, "Are you ready?" 

"What about, ........" I said, without finishing. I wasn't sure how to ask. 

"You mean, is it okay to come in my mouth, don't you?' she asked, with a smile. 

"Ahhh, yeah," I said, " I wasn't sure, ......." 

"Look," she said, a little more serious, "Some girls don't like it, but I do." Then she smiled again, and said, "Just give me a little warning when you're about to do it, though, because I can't do the deep throat, and I don't think you want me choking on a blob of your come. How would you explain that to Dad when he gets home?" 

We both chuckled at that, and then she put her head nearer to my hard cock, saying, "Just let me try it for a minute, and see what you think." 

I felt her warm breath on my cock, and then she opened her mouth, and put her tongue on the tip, and licked off a little of my precum. She looked me in the eye, and swallowed it, and then she started to lick the head of my cock, like an ice cream cone. The feeling was incredible, and I couldn't help moving my pelvis, so Louise put both hands on my belly to keep me in place. She took her mouth away from my cock, and said, "I can see how sensitive you are, but I'll be gentle. I think you'll like this." 

She took the head of my cock into her mouth, and began to gently move her lips and mouth up and down, on just the head only. Like most guys, the head of my cock was very sensitive, and it was all I could do to stop myself lifting my pelvis off the couch. Louise's pretty mouth was moving up and down on the head of my cock, with her saliva dripping down the sides. At the same time, her tongue was working on the very sensitive part just under the head, and she gradually began to take a little more of my cock in her mouth, just a little more with each bob of her head. After a moment or two, I could feel the head of my cock touching the roof of her mouth, as her soft lips worked their magic along the shaft. There were little slurping sounds, as her saliva ran down the sides, providing the lube for her mouth, as she worked it up and down my hard cock. 

I took a long, deep breath, barely knowing I was doing it, and after a little more of this mouth and tongue action, Louise took her mouth away from my cock. "How do you like it so far?" she asked. 

I let out a long sigh, as my body relaxed from the tension Louis had built up in it with her mouth, and I said, "It's fantastic," without exaggeration. 

"Do you think you'll come if I keep on doing it?" she asked. 

"I think so. It's different from, um," I paused, looking for the best word, "... sex." 

"Want me to keep going?" she asked, smiling at my awkwardness. 

I nodded. "Yeah, yeah," I said. My voice was still a little shaky. Then, I was surprised to see her stand up, and she knelt her left knee on the couch and lifted her skirt a little. She said, "Touch my pussy. See how wet I am, from your cock in my mouth." 

I reached between her legs with my right hand, and I felt her pussy. It was drenched with her juices. "You realise," she said, "you'll have to help me out with that after I finish, don't you?" 

"I'll be glad to help you with that," I said. My voice was just about under control now. I put my fingers in my mouth, and sucked Louise's juices off them. She bent down and cupped my chin in her hand, kissing me, long, deep and sexy, on the mouth, with a little tongue thrown in for good measure. "I can taste myself on your lips," she said, with her face still close to mine. 

Louise knelt back down between my legs, and put her warm mouth around the head of my cock again. Then, she seemed to think of something she wanted to tell me, so she took it away, and said, "I hate to use the D-word here, but Derek used to say that it was better if he imagined his dick was in my pussy when I went down on him." 

"Don't you think it's exciting enough, having my dick in my sister's mouth?" I asked. 

Louise giggled a little, and said, "Stop making me laugh. I can't get my lips around it." After a moment, she put her mouth back over the head of my cock, and began to work her way back down again, taking her time, and using her tongue to work on the underside of my cock as her lips moved up and down on the shaft. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, and it wasn't any use trying to hold on. Louise's mouth was just too good for me. 

I felt the orgasm starting, and by now Louise had most of my cock inside her mouth. "I'm not far off," I said, to warn her, as he had asked me to do, but she kept that sweet rhythm and movement going. Once again, I could feel the roof of her mouth on my cock, and every now and again, Louise would change the angle of her head as she moved her mouth up and down, or she would lift her lips right to the head, and give me a few quick, short strokes, just taking the head inside. Then, she would slide her mouth right down the shaft again. "Lou," I said, with an urgency in my voice that even I didn't expect, "I'm gonna come. I can't hold it!" 

Louise kept up her up and down movement on my cock, and the orgasm started at the base of my cock, with a wave of pure pleasure going right through me, as I spurted in her mouth. She tried to catch it all, but then there was a second spurt, accompanied by a similar wave of pleasure, and some of my come ran out of her mouth, down my cock and into my pubic hair. I spurted again, and she tried to swallow, but there was just too much come in her mouth, and it oozed out from her lips, as I gave one or two more last spurts into her mouth. She kept up that motion with her head the whole time, still pleasuring my cock even as it spurted my seed into her soft, warm mouth. Then, as the orgasm subsided, she was able to swallow the last couple of spurts. 

After I had finished, she used her mouth to clean most of the come and saliva off my cock, and then swallowed, giving me a proud look as she took her mouth off it. There was a little dribble of come on her chin, but she picked up her white knickers from the floor and wiped it, saying, "I don't think I'll need those for the rest of the afternoon," as she put them aside. Then, she looked at me. 

"You like?" she asked, although it was obvious she knew the answer. 

"That was unbelievable," I said, still a little breathless. 

"I thought you'd like it," Louise said, with a smile, still kneeling between my legs. She got up and put her hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me back on the couch, and then kissed me softly on the mouth, a long, slow and sensual kiss. Her mouth felt warmer than usual, and tasted a little salty. She drew back slightly from the kiss, and said, "Guess what, now I'm really horny. A dick in my mouth does it every time. Feel my pussy." 

I reached between her legs again, and felt her dripping pussy with the fingers of my right hand. "I'll have to help you with that," I said, "It's only good manners." 

She smiled again, and kissed me on the mouth once more, then knelt back down, with her face level with my cock. It was still half hard, even after coming in her mouth, and she looked at it, and said, "Hmmm, I could probably just get by with this," and she paused and continued, "but I think this may be a job for that magic mouth of yours. Are you up for that?" 

"I like the way you think," I answered, and I leant forward, taking her by the shoulders, and gently turning her around, and onto the couch beside me, on my right. Once again, I moved into position between her legs, and she lifted her bottom to allow me to lift her skirt, exposing her pretty pussy again. 

Louise's voice was a little breathless, but she looked around at the couch and said, "How about we go into my room for this? There's more room on my bed." 

"Okay," I said, but I still leaned forward to kiss her on the inner lips of her pussy, inhaling that lovely scent. I just couldn't get enough of it. I stood up, and Louise reached up, took my hand, and let me help her to her feet. We walked down the hallway to her bedroom, and I watched her beautiful butt, as she walked ahead of me. I felt a little weak in the knees, watching her sexy walk, and knowing that things were just about to get even better. 

We walked into her room, and Louise took off her dress with one movement, and looked down at her lacy white bra, which was all she had left on. "I may as well get rid of this," she said, turning to me to undo the clasp. Naturally, I fumbled badly trying to get it off, but after three attempts, I got the clasp undone, and she slipped the bra over her shoulders, and dropped it on top of her dress on the floor. 

I had pulled my pants back up before I started following Louise to her room, and she looked at me and cocked her head slightly, saying, "You look a little overdressed." She undid the stud on my jeans, and knelt down, slipping my jeans down my legs. The sight of her naked body, with her fair skin contrasting with the dark of her pubic hair, and her lovely breasts with their pink nipples, was so exciting to me, I could feel butterflies starting in my stomach. I stepped out of my jeans, and my half hard cock was already responding to the sight of my naked sister, and she said, "I like your style," gently wrapping her right hand around it, then letting go. 

Louise stood back up, and said, "If I can be naked, so can you," and she unbuttoned my shirt and peeled it off me. To be honest, I felt a little self-conscious standing there, totally naked with her, even after what we had been up to, but I was also extremely excited by what we were doing. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, and Louise took my hand, and held it as we walked the few feet to her bed, then turned and sat on it. She looked up at me with a surprisingly serious look on her face, and her voice was little more than a whisper. "I'd love you to make me come with your mouth, Wayne," she said, and then she looked at my cock, which was probably hard enough to enter her pussy by now, "but if you want to do the wild thing now, we can do that. We've got all the time in the world." 

She took hold of my cock again, from her sitting position, and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking the head gently with her thumb a couple of times, then looked up at me, saying, "The ball's in your court, little brother." 

I had to swallow before I could speak, but I said, "What about if we go down on each other. You know, a sixty-nine." 

Louise took me by the left hand and pulled me down on the bed, so I sat next to her on her right. She smiled so sweetly, it was almost out of place under the circumstances, and said, "Wayne, you're full of surprises!' 

She leaned to me, and kissed me once more, on the mouth, and said, with her mouth almost touching mine, "I have to warn you, Wayne, if we have a sixty-nine, it's gonna make me so horny I'll fuck your brains out afterwards. Just keep that in mind." 

"I'm willing to risk it," I replied. 

"You want me on top?" she asked, sliding back onto her bed. 

"That would be the gentlemanly thing, wouldn't it?" I said, turning back to face her. 

"Well," she said, "you'd better assume the position. There's a lot of lust to be satisfied here, and my pussy can't lick itself, you know." 

I moved up onto her bed, and lay my head on one of the pillows. "Um, you better move down," Louise said, from her position in the middle of the bed, "I do have legs." 

"I'm new at this," I answered, and I shuffled down the bed a little, so Louise could get in position on top of me. Seeing her swinging her left leg over me, and moving her pussy up to my face was incredibly exciting just in itself, but that was only the start, as she got into the sixty-nine position, and I felt her warm breath on my hard cock. 




Mutual Attraction Ch. 03



I felt her taking the tip of my cock into her warm, wet mouth, and gently running her lips up and down, like she had done before, only this time she was being more gentle. I knew she was just trying to tease it until it was hard enough for her liking, and not trying to make me come. She wanted my cock inside her, and this was just her way of preparing it for the main event. 

Louise's inner pussy lips were puffy, and her clit was swollen. Her body was in need of sexual release, and she had entrusted me with the task of giving it to her. Her pussy was oozing her juices, and after I had taken in the sweetish, tangy pussy scent for a moment or two, I tried to lap up as much juice as I could. I found that as fast as I licked her juices, more seemed to build up, so I slipped my tongue into her pussy, and tasted the inside of her most intimate recess for a few moments. Then, the exciting thought occurred to me that very shortly, my cock would be in there, and this same pussy I was tasting, would grip my cock and make me come inside her. 

At the same time, Louise was gently licking my cock, and running her lips up and down the shaft, preparing it for the time when it would be thrust into her pussy. The two of us were linked together like that, her mouth to my cock and my mouth to her pussy, and as I was preparing her pussy for fucking, Louise was preparing my cock for the fucking of her pussy. 

After I had licked and tasted Louise's pussy for a little longer, paying special attention to tasting her inner lips, licking her juices from them, I decided it was time to get serious with her clitoris. It was time to give her the sexual release that she was obviously craving. I moistened my lips with some of the copious amounts of fluid her pussy was oozing, and I placed my mouth over her swollen clit. I gave it a gentle teasing with the bottom of my tongue for a moment, and I felt her hips buck slightly. I put my hands across her buttocks to hold her in place, and I began move my lips back and forth on her clit, with a tiny amount of suction from my mouth. I knew from the first time I had tried this, the previous day, that this would bring her to an orgasm, and it was only a few moments before she started to buck and moan. 

I felt Louise release my cock from her warm mouth, and she said, "Ohhh, that's so-o good." I relaxed my mouth on her clit a little, and I heard her sigh as the tension was released in her body. Then, I started to move my mouth back and forth again, tasting her clit, and the juices that were flooding from her. Her moaning started again, and I had to hold her tight, to keep her from pulling her pussy away from my face. Her breathing started to quicken, and I could feel each warm breath on my cock, which was still moist from her mouth. I knew she wasn't far away from coming. 

"Oh, Wayne, that's so good, that's so incredible!" she called out, and she clenched her thighs around my head. I relaxed my mouth on her clit, and her thighs relaxed as well, then I used my tongue to scoop some of her juices onto her clit, and then I started working my mouth on it again. It only took a few moments and she started to buck again, and she called out, "Oh, Wayne! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Then, with a strain in her voice, she said, "Ohhh, that's totally incredible!!" as her body tensed all over and three more spasms went through her, each accompanied by a rasping gasp. Then, I felt her whole body relax, and she took a long sigh. 

After a moment or two, Louise rolled off me, onto her back on my right side, with her head at the foot of the bed, and lay there looking up at the roof. Her breathing was still a little fast. "You just get better all the time," she said, breathlessly. She looked over at my erect cock, and said, "Looks like it's only half-time, too," then smiled. She took a deep breath, and then got up into a crouch, turned around, and lay next to me with her head on the other pillow. She pulled my head closer, and kissed me quickly, on the mouth. "I'm yours, any way you want me," she said, still slightly breathless. 

"Missionary's fine," I said, kissing her back on the mouth. "Missionary's actually very underrated," Louise said, quietly, but still slightly breathless, "You get to hold each other close, and its very sexy and sweet. It's the best way to do it." 

I rolled on top of Louise, and I used my hand to guide my hard cock into her wet pussy. It slid straight in, but the fit was nice and snug once I was inside. "That went in easily, didn't it" I said, softly, as I started to move gently inside her. 

"That's because I'm so horny, Wayne,' she said, "and if you give it to me slow and deep for a while, I'll show you what an orgasm looks like. I'm so horny, Wayne, but I just want you to do it nice and slow and deep for a bit, and after I come, you can have your way with me. You can do it any way you like." She moistened her lips, and put her hands behind my neck, pulling my face closer, and kissing me on the mouth, then she repeated, "You can do it any way you like. Fast or slow, deep or shallow, any way you like, but just let me have it nice and slow for a while, until I come." 

Louise was tilting her pelvis a little with each of my gentle thrusts, just to give me that little extra penetration, but leaving me in control. It was a very giving, very sexy motion, and her breathing was starting to quicken again. After a short pause, she said, "Out on the couch, you said 'cunt' to me, Wayne. D'you remember?" 

"Yeah, I do," I answered, smiling even though I was in the middle of passionate sex. 

"I hardly ever hear you swear, Wayne," she said, now breathing a little more quickly, "You surprised me with that. Do you like dirty talk?" 

"Sometimes," I answered. 

"Do you want me to talk dirty?" she asked, keeping up that sexy pelvic tilting motion. 

"You don't have to," I said, as I moved gently but deeply, in and out of her pussy. 

"What if I want to?" she answered. 

"Then, I can't stop you, can I?" I replied. 

"Tell me if this is dirty enough," Louise said, and then slowly, and pronouncing each word, she looked me in the eyes and said, "Fuck, my, cunt." 

It was hard to believe she had said that, but she continued on and said, "Let me put it another way, Wayne. Fuck your sister's cunt. Fuck it. Make your sister come, Wayne." 

I hardly ever heard Louise swearing, either, so it was hard not to laugh at what she had said, and, naturally, I did start to laugh. She smiled, and with a little giggle, said, "So much for the dirty talk." 

Louise pulled me down to kiss my mouth again, and said, "Wayne, I am so horny. I'm so horny, and I'm gonna come soon. I can feel it building up inside. Just keep on going just the way you are. You're so good at this. It's just so good." 

Then, she made a little, "Ohhh!" sound, and threw her head back, and said, "I just had a little orgasm. Not the big 'O', just a little one. But the big one's coming, Wayne, it's coming." 

"That's the thing," she said, a little more breathless now, and starting to breathe through her mouth, "You always think you know what it's gonna feel like, but when it happens, it's always better than you thought it was gonna be," pausing for breath, and swallowing, "Am I babbling, Wayne?" she looked up at me. 

"Yes," I said, half smiling, "but that's okay. It's kind of cute." 

"Well, shut me up then," she said, pulling me down and pressing my mouth to hers. I felt her wrapping her legs around me, and she began to thrust her pelvis in time with my own thrusts, no longer just tilting her pelvis to meet me, but thrusting back. 

I began to thrust a little faster, and I could taste her breath, as she began to breathe a little faster and harder, holding my face down close to hers, kissing me quickly, two or three times. "This is good, Wayne, this is ree-ally good!" she said, and then she stiffened, and threw her head back, calling out, "Yes, yes, YYESSS!!", three times, with three thrusts, and I felt her legs locking tighter around me, as her hands raked at my back. "Ohhh, GOD!!!" she called out, louder than I expected, and her face twisted for a moment, and with her eyes wide, she said, "That's too good!!! " 

Then, with one last long gasp, she relaxed again, and took a deep breath, releasing it with a shudder, then pulling me closer to her, with her arms around my back. "I didn't scratch you," she asked, breathlessly, "did I?" 

"I don't think so," I answered, "but if you did, it was worth it." 

"I hardly ever do that," she said, still breathless, "but sometimes, when I get carried away, ....... " 

I still kept my steady thrusting, and after a moment, when Louise had got her breathing under control, she said, "Now, it's your turn." She pulled me down, kissed me on the mouth, and said, softly, "Use me, Wayne. Use me to satisfy yourself. If I can do anything to make it better, tell me. I want this to be good for you." 

"You're doing great," was all I could say. 

"It still feels so good, Wayne," she said, "are you close?" 

"Not far off," I said, and even I could hear the strain in my own voice. 

"You're close, Wayne, I can hear it in your breathing," Louise said, and she began to tilt her pelvis again, giving me that extra penetration with each stroke. She moved her arms down my back a little, holding our bodies closer, but still allowing me to thrust deeply into her, and I started to feel my cock actually coming right out of her wet pussy with each stroke, then driving back inside with every thrust. 

"Ohh, Wayne!" she called, with urgency in her voice once more, "I think I'm going to come again," and her eyes widened. She was thrusting back at me with every stroke, and I could feel my own orgasm starting, there was no holding it back. I felt the wave of pleasure start, and as I began to feel myself about to come inside her, I heard Louise making a noise like a little squeal, and her arms tightened around me. I felt myself spurting inside her pussy, and each spurt was accompanied by that familiar wave of pure pleasure, but this time, I felt her pussy contracting around me, as she threw her head back, and made another groaning sound. Her pussy gripped my spurting cock, and the waves of pleasure just seemed to become stronger. 

For a few brief moments our bodies were fused together, as cock and cunt combined and became two halves of one whole, two components of a precision engineered device, existing solely for the giving of sexual pleasure. Then, the electric arc of ecstasy passed between us, as we came together in Louise's bed, still thrusting together in a sexual frenzy. 

Then, as our mutual orgasms subsided, and we came back to reality, I found myself hugging Louise to me, as she hugged me back, with her legs wrapped around me. We were both breathing heavily, but she kissed me with a warm, soft kiss on my mouth, breaking the kiss to take another breath. 

"Ohhh, that was so good, Wayne," she breathed, "That was gorgeous!" 

I was totally spent, and I had to roll off her onto the bed, on her left. I was breathing heavily myself, and before I could answer, Louise rolled over and put her arms around my shoulders, as I lay on my back. With her face close to mine, and still breathless, but with excitement in her voice, she said, "We came together! Isn't that amazing?" 

"It was", I paused for a breath, "It is," I said, breathing again, "It was fantastic." 

"You were fantastic," Louise said. 

"It wasn't just me," I said, "We just make a good team." 

Louise rolled onto her back again, and said, "We could be on the Olympic Fucking Team," and burst out laughing. 

"Yeah," I answered back, "You'd see the score cards going up, all perfect tens." 

"Seriously," Louise said, "that was amazing, coming together like that. We still have to practice, though. Good sex takes plenty of practice. Do you agree?" 

"Practice," I said, nodding, "It'll be hard, but we can do it." 

"It'll be hard, all right," Louise said, placing her hand around my tool, which was now at half-mast, "and that's just the way I like it." 

The two of us lay there for a while, me on my back, with Louise on her side, with her arms around me in her bed. Neither of us spoke for a while, and then Louise broke the silence. 

"Mum and Dad will be back tomorrow. That means we'll have to stop doing this while they're in the house," she said, quietly. 

"Yes," I said, nodding. 

"So, it may be a while before we can do it again, after tonight," Louise said, lying on her back and looking up at the ceiling. I didn't answer. 

"But," she said, turning to me with her mischievous smile, "today's not over yet, though." 

That night, inside that ordinary suburban house, the two of us continued on doing extraordinary things together, things that would have scandalised our ordinary suburban neighbours, if they had only known what was going on inside those four walls. As Louise had said, the night was not over yet, and we made good use of the time we had left, before our parents were due home, and things would return to normal again.



Mutual Attraction Ch. 04



This story continues on directly after my last story, Mutual Attraction Part 3.

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The following day, as expected, our parents returned from down the coast, and they told us that our dad had been put in charge of a couple of local projects, so he would be spending more time at home for a while. This was good news for us as a family, because we would be able to see more of him for a change, but it meant that Louise and I had to keep our hands off each other, because we had agreed that we could not even look like doing anything while our parents were in the house.

Still, Louise had a way of letting me know it was not over.

Firstly, one morning, she came to breakfast in her silver satin brunch coat, which was nothing unusual, but she made sure I knew that underneath, she was wearing the pink pyjamas she had worn the night she showed me that a girl can still come after her man has already taken his pleasure. She casually leaned over the table at one stage, looking me in the eye and giving me an excellent view of her creamy, pink nippled breasts, and gave me a look that was usually accompanied by the words, "What do you think?" That's the thing about brothers and sisters; you get to know what each other is thinking just by the look on their face.

A few nights later, as I was going to bed, I found a pair of her freshly worn, plain white cotton briefs under my pillow. I had confessed to her that I had a thing for them, a few days earlier, and after I found them, I couldn't help wondering what my mother would have thought if she had suddenly decided to change my bed linen.

Still another time, I was lying in my bed late at night, just dropping off to sleep, and I heard the sound of soft moaning from the bathroom next to my bedroom, while she was having a bath in there. In my whole life, I had never heard her moaning as she masturbated, so it was no coincidence that she had suddenly decided to do it in the bath, next to my room. A few minutes later, as the bathtub was emptying, I heard her voice in the darkened hallway, outside my room, saying, "Did you have your ears pricked up?"

"Not just my ears," I said into the darkness. Fortunately, our parents' bedroom was on the other side of the house.

Finally, just before dark on a Friday night, three weeks after we had last laid hands on each other, I was sitting with my parents in the family room, watching TV, and Louise walked into the room. She was wearing a short black skirt, a cream coloured sleeveless top that showed some cleavage, and a pair of sandals. She bent down and put her hand on my face, and said, "What's that on your face, Wayne?" as she brushed away an imaginary crumb. As her hand touched my mouth, I could smell and taste the unmistakeable flavour of fresh pussy juice on her fingers, and I gently touched her hand with my tongue to let her know I did not miss it. She stood back, maintaining eye contact, and said, "I'm going across to Fiona's place for a bit. Do you want to come?"

"Yeah, sounds good," I said, getting up off the couch. We both headed out the door and down the corridor towards the front door, and I heard my mother say, "They get on so well together," and I think I heard my dad say, "She seems to be over that other galoot."

Fiona Tarrant was an only child, who lived across the road and two doors down from Louise and me. The best way I can describe her is to say that if my sister, Louise, was the girl next door, then Fiona was the hottie from across the street. Like me, Fiona was eighteen years old, and in her last year of high school. She had turned eighteen a few months before me, and with her age being midway between Louise and mine, she got on equally well with both of us, and over the years, we had all had a lot of fun together. She had moved in across the road when we were both six years old, and we had been in the same class at school for a few years, but when high school started, her parents had sent her as a day student to a private school on the other side of town. She had made a whole new group of friends there, and most of them were stuck-up bitches, and even Fiona agreed on that, but she was nothing like that herself, in fact she was the exact opposite.

Fiona was petite. She was only about five feet tall, but she had a very curvy figure, with a lovely, well-shaped butt, heartbreakingly beautiful legs, and breasts that were not large, but full in shape, so at first glance, in proportion to her small frame, they looked bigger than they were. She had a medium complexion, big brown eyes, and her hair was very dark brown, almost black. For most of the time we had known her, she had kept her hair long, and parted in the middle, with two long pigtails down her back, but in the last year or so, she had started wearing it shoulder length, in a layered style. With her hair parted in the middle, and pigtails down her back, she used to remind me of those little Indian squaw dolls they sold in the toy store when I was a kid. Fiona shared Louise's crazy sense of humour, but she was also an incredible chatterbox.

In her school uniform, consisting of a red tartan skirt and white blouse with the school crest on the breast pocket, Fiona looked like total jailbait, but one look at her driving licence would show you she was fully street legal. The girls in their final year at her school were allowed to wear panty hose under their uniforms, but the junior girls all had to wear white knee socks, so a year ago, when she was dressed for school, she looked like a walking invitation to the lockup. She had been in the same gymnastics squad as Louise for a few years, but she gave gymnastics up at seventeen, so she was pretty fit and flexible herself. She was a total honey, and my mother once referred to her as a "pocket Venus". For the last few years, Louise's nickname for Fiona had been "Midget", or Midge for short.

When Fiona and I were ten, she had asked me to kiss her, behind the garden shed in her back yard. Naturally, I did, and I had kind of hoped things might go further, but they never did. You may be wondering why, if I was such good friends with this pretty little china doll sex goddess, why didn't I make some moves on her? The best explanation I can give, is that I was very unsure of myself with girls back then, and I had known Fiona so long that I thought, if she rejected me, it would be three times as bad as rejection from any other girl. That was my excuse, anyway. Even so, when she grew into such a beautiful girl, I had the satisfaction of knowing I was probably the first guy ever to kiss her.

Louise and I had not seen much of Fiona for about a month, and we walked quickly across the street to her place. "Are you in a hurry?" I asked, and she simply said "Yep. You'll find out why in a moment."

When we reached Fiona's house, instead of going to the front door like normal people, Louise led me to the electricity meter box at the side of the house, reached in, and took out a key. Then we walked to the front door, and Louise unlocked it, and we went inside.

Inside the front foyer, Louise turned to me and said, "Fiona 's mum and dad have gone to some kind of conference in Sydney. They won't be back till Sunday night. She rang me from downtown. She went down straight after school, and she said she'd be home in twenty minutes. She said to come over and make ourselves at home. That gives us about fifteen minutes alone." She raised one eyebrow.

"Here?" I asked, as I realised what she meant.

"Why not?"

"It's not our house for a start," I said, although it did occur to me that there were no set guidelines for what's right and wrong where screwing your sister is concerned.

"It's as good a place as any," Louise said, as she walked to the couch in Fiona's family room, and sat on the middle cushion. She lifted her legs out straight, and held her arms out to me, and I could see that under her short skirt, she was wearing some white cotton briefs. "Come to me," she said.

I walked across to her, and she smiled and said, "You should have been able to tell from the taste of my fingers that I've already taken care of the foreplay, so I'm already primed for the main course. And, judging from that bulge in your jeans, it looks like you are too."

It was true, my cock had already responded, and made the decision for me. "You're amazing," I said.

"Unique' is the word I like to use," Louise answered, "In fact, at work, Mrs Cairncross says I'm the most efficient girl they've ever had."

She pulled me down to her, and kissed me on the mouth. We hadn't done anything like this for three weeks, and I felt an urgency inside me that surprised me a little. "Now, we don't have much time," Louise said, with our faces almost touching, "So the key word here is 'sprint;' not marathon. Now come on, there are orgasms waiting to be had, here."

Louise lifted her short skirt and I pulled down her panties, and put them close by on the couch, in case she needed to grab them in a hurry. Even though time was short, I said, "Just one second," and I put my face down between her legs and took a quick moment to inhale the scent from her pretty little pussy. It was as exciting and arousing as always, and she looked at me and smiled, without saying anything. Then, I quickly kissed her inner lips, which were already slightly puffy. She moved down so her pussy was at the edge of the couch, and I entered her easily, even though the fit was nice and snug inside. I could feel that she was already very wet.

I started to move my cock in her pussy, just gently at first, and almost immediately, she said, "Ohhh, that's good, Wayne, but we don't have much time."

"I don't think it it'll take long," I answered, as I picked up the pace a little with my thrusting. It wasn't the most comfortable position, with Louise on the couch and me bending to get my cock inside her, but then she said, a little breathlessly, "We don't want to leave any evidence here. How about I turn around and you can do me from behind?"

"Sounds good," I said, and I pulled out. Louise got up and turned around, and knelt on the couch, with her back to me, and put her hands over the backrest. I slid my hard cock into her pouting, wet pussy, and I watched it sliding between the cheeks of her bottom. After a few strokes, I started to thrust fairly hard and moderately fast, and I heard Louise say, "That's the way! We're on a roll, now."

It wasn't long before she started to arch her back, and I heard her say, "That's getting better, that's getting better, Wayne. Are you far off?"

I could feel that I wouldn't last long. The sight of her beautifully shaped backside, with my cock thrusting deep into her pussy, between those cheeks, was making me more excited than ever, and I hadn't come for days, because I had been trying not to wank too much, just in case we got an opportunity to do this.

"You're getting me right in my sweet spot, Wayne," Louise said, with the strain starting in her voice, and a moment later, she bowed her head, and cried out, "I'm coming! I'm coming! I'm coming!" Her hands gripped the backrest, and she made a long moaning sound. The sight of her having her own orgasm, and the feelings in my cock as her pussy contracted, were all it took to send me over the edge, and I orgasmed myself, as my cock spurted several times in her pussy.

As soon as I had stopped, and Louise had relaxed, she said, "No time to waste basking in the afterglow," and she grabbed her pants from the couch beside her, and stood up.

I pulled my jeans up, and fixed my clothing, and just as Louise finished pulling her pants up, smoothing her skirt down, and giving her hair a flick, Fiona's little Hyundai pulled into the driveway and entered the garage.

A moment later, the door from the garage to the family room opened and Fiona stepped in, casually flicked on the light switch, and said, "Hi, guys," with a big smile.

"Hey, Midge," Louise called, breezily, and Fiona walked over to us. She was wearing her school uniform, and she said, "What have you guys been up to?"

"Nothing, we just got here," Louise answered. I didn't say anything.

Fiona looked back at the doorway, and then around the room, and she said, "Why do I get the feeling like I've just walked in on something?"

"No idea," Louise answered.

"Yeah, we just got here," I added.

Fiona looked around the room, and then she looked at the television, which was off. She walked quickly, in her short-stepping way, to the kitchen, which was built off the family room in her house, and picked up the kettle in her left hand, and patted it with her right palm. She shook her head and put the kettle back, and walked back to us. She looked around the room again, and Louise said, "What are you doing, Midge?"

"Just a minute," Fiona answered, as though she was deep in thought, and she looked at the couch. She stepped to it, and sat on each of the three cushions in turn, sitting for a moment on each one, and then she sat back in the centre cushion, where Louise and I had just fucked each other to orgasm. She looked as though she had discovered something, and she stood up, and said, "What were you guys doing just before I got here?"

"Nothing," Louise said, although I thought I detected a little concern in her voice. My stomach was starting to get serious butterflies, "Like I said, we just got here," Louise continued.

Fiona looked at both of us and said, "Look, I walked in here, and you're in the dark. Okay, you just got here, so that's fair enough." She looked back at the television and said, "The TV's off, so you weren't watching TV, the kettle's cold, so you weren't making coffee."

She looked, as if to see if we were paying attention, and said, "But, there's one warm spot on the couch. Okay, so one of you might have been sitting and the other one standing," she looked at me, "or maybe Louise was on your lap." She had a funny smile when she said that.

Then, something seemed to occur to her, and she narrowed her eyes. She turned, and dropped to her knees, and actually sniffed the middle cushion of the couch. She stood up, and she said, simply, "Sex!"

She turned and looked back at us, and said, "Come to think of it, you've both got that freshly fucked look about you." Then, the penny dropped completely, and she looked at Louise with pure astonishment on her face, and said, "Omi-god!"

She looked at me, and then back at Louise, who had turned white, and said, "Omigod, Louise, you fucked your brother!"

Then, she looked at me again, and then back at Louis, and said, "Louise, that's dis-gust-ing! I love it!" She snapped to attention, and with a finger to her lips, and a smile on her face, she said, "Naturally, I'll never tell a soul." The butterflies in my stomach had turned to a sick feeling of nausea, but hearing that was a little of a relief, but then Fiona added, "on one condition."

I was too shocked to speak, but Louise said, "What's the condition?" Her voice sounded flat and deflated.

"You do it again, and let me join in," Fiona said, with a smile.

Suddenly, the idea of getting my hands on her hot little body made the back of my throat go even drier than it already was, and I looked at Louise, who looked completely astonished herself. Neither of us spoke.

"Come on guys, none of us are virgins any more," Fiona said. She looked at me when she said that, and added, "It's not like we're saving ourselves for anything. Come on, this'll be fun!"

"What do you think?" Louise asked me, over the top of Fiona's head.

I had to swallow before I could speak. "Yeah," I said, "sounds like a great idea."

Fiona started to walk to the door that led to the hallway down to her room, and she said, "I'll just go and freshen up a little, and when I get back, the three of us can start making passionate love." She giggled, and I said, "Just one thing, Fiona."

"What's that?" she asked, smiling.

"Can you keep the uniform?" I asked back.

Fiona looked down at her clothing, and said with a smile, "What is it about schoolgirls?" Then, she turned and headed down the hallway.

Louise looked at me and said, "Looks like your lucky day."

"You okay with this?" I asked.

"Put it this way," she answered, "it's your first time with another girl, and my first time with any girl, so it may as well be with someone who looks like Fiona, and we've been friends forever, so she's right, it'll be fun."

A few minutes later, Fiona stepped back into the room. She was still wearing her school uniform, but was now barefoot, with no panty hose. She said, "I put on some fresh underwear, and had a quick freshen up," giving her hips a sexy little wiggle, "but for the perverts in the room," looking at me and smiling, "I left my uniform on. Now, where do we start?"

She walked over to Louise and me, and the three of us looked at each other for a moment, but no-one said anything. Obviously, talking about a threesome was one thing, but actually doing it was another.

"Well," Fiona said, "somebody do something. This is not as easy as I thought."

As usual, it was Louise who took the initiative. She stepped forward, and took hold of Fiona's shoulders, and gently turned Fiona around to face her. With her hands still on Fiona's little shoulders, she said, "A few minutes ago, you pointed out that Wayne and I looked 'freshly fucked'. Well, that's true, we are." She paused, and looked Fiona in the eyes, and said, "But you, my little midget friend, have been slaving over a hot study desk all day, so what kind of friends would Wayne and I be, if we didn't take you down to your room, and help you get rid of some of that built-up sexual tension?" She looked at me, and said, "You think you can help me with that?"

"I'd be glad to help an old friend," I said, as the cold wave of excitement grew in me.

The three of us walked out into the hallway, and down to Fiona's bedroom. I had been in there many times over the years, but never like this. We walked into the bedroom, and Fiona turned to me, pressed herself up against me, and said, "Wayne, I kept this uniform on because you asked me, but the most important thing you need to remember is, it comes off, too." She reached up behind my neck and pulled my head down, and kissed me on the lips with her pretty mouth.

It was a soft, sexy kiss, and she broke from it, and held her face close to mine and said, "Not bad." Then, she kissed me again, and held the kiss for a moment, opening her mouth just a little towards the end, and adding some tongue to the equation. It was a kiss that made you want more, but she drew back and said, "We'll get back to that in a moment."

Fiona turned to Louise, and said, "Have you ever kissed a girl?"

"A couple of times, just fooling around," Louise said, and looked over at me. I smiled. I'd never known that. "What about you?" she said to Fiona.

"Same here. Three times to be precise," Fiona answered, "It'll never turn me lesbian, but it was fun."

"Shall we?" Louise asked.

"But of course," Fiona answered.

Louise took Fiona in her arms, and they both embraced in front of me. Louise had to bend slightly to kiss Fiona, who had to look up. They kissed softly and sensually, and then they drew back from the kiss, made eye contact, and did it again. It doesn't take much imagination to understand the effect it had on me, to watch my beautiful sister kissing this lovely, petite girl on the mouth, and to know that I was about to be part of their lovemaking. I had to swallow again, and my dick, which had started to respond when Fiona had pressed herself to me and kissed me, was now hard again.

Then, the girls broke from their kiss, and Fiona said, "You look lonely over there." She reached out and took hold of the front of my belt, and pulled me to her, still with the other arm around Louise's waist. Then, an idea seemed to occur to her.




Mutual Attraction Ch. 04



"So," she started, "you guys have been having sex, eh?"

Louise nodded. I didn't answer. "Show me how you kiss," Fiona said, eagerly.

Louise stepped closer to me, and we embraced, and we kissed, slowly, sensually, and sexually, as Fiona looked on. "Ohhh, that's nasty-y-y!" Fiona said, "But I didn't see much tongue happening there. Show me how you kiss when you're screwing."

Louise and I kissed again, this time a little longer, and with a little more tongue. "You guys are bad!" Fiona said, "and what's worse, you didn't invite me."

"All this kissing is getting me excited," Fiona said, and she took my hand and placed it on the button at the left hip of her school uniform skirt. She made sure my fingers were under the button, and it was obvious she was inviting me to undo it. I undid the button, and then I unzipped the skirt and it fell to the floor. Underneath it, she had been wearing a pair of black lace panties. She stepped out of her skirt on the floor, and said, "Now about that sexual tension you guys were going to help me with...."

Fiona's parents had bought her a queen size bed, and I had often thought a small person like her must have got lost in a bed that size, but she took us by a hand each, and walked backwards to the head of her bed. "Has Wayne ever licked your pussy?" she said, looking at Louise.

"He's a total genius at oral," Louise said, "You should try it."

"Well, I do love oral," Fiona said, "Do you think you'd like to practice on me?" she said sweetly, looking at me. "I'd love to," I answered.

Fiona sat back on the bed, so her pussy was at the edge, and she lay back, lifting her bottom to allow me to slide her black lace pants off. Then, I gently moved her legs apart, to allow myself room to put my face to her pussy, and Louise grabbed two footstools for Fiona to rest her feet on, and Fiona put a pillow under her head, so she could watch us.

Like Louise, Fiona had her pubic hair trimmed neatly, but with a little more hair down the sides of her labia. "I think I'd like to see how this is done," Louise said, kneeling down beside me.

I put my face up to Fiona's open pussy, and I gently inhaled her scent. Her pussy was already moist, and her inner lips slightly open, and they were a little darker in colour than Louise's. I kissed her on the inner lips, just at the fleshy part as they join her clit, and I held the kiss, gently placing my tongue between them, and tasting her. Louise put her head close to Fiona's open pussy, and said, "So, that's what pussy smells like."

I turned to her, and with Fiona's juices on my lips, I kissed her on her mouth, and said, with our faces close, "I don't know what it's like for a girl, but when a guy smells pussy, it's so exciting, it's incredible."

Louise tentatively placed her mouth on the inner lips of Fiona's pussy, and licked her. "Not bad," she said, turning to look at me, in the confined space between Fiona's legs. "Do I taste like that?" she asked.

"Yes, and I love the taste," I said.

Louise looked up at Fiona's face, and said, "You don't mind if Wayne shows me how to do this, do you?"

"What are friends for, if you can't practice oral sex on them?" Fiona answered.

"Okay, Sensei," Louise said to me, "how do I do this?"

I used the first two fingers of my right hand to part Fiona's pussy lips, so her clit was more exposed, and I said, "Just lick her inner lips with your tongue, and see what it tastes like, first."

Louise did as I suggested, and gently licked Fiona's inner pussy lips, and my cock got even harder, as I got a close-up view of my sister going down on her best friend. This was something I had only ever seen in porn magazines, but I was right there, in the middle of it, showing my sister how to lick a pussy.

"Just wet your lips with her juices," I said, "and gently suck on her clit, and move your lips back and forth on it." Louise used her tongue to gently part Fiona's inner lips, and she scooped up some of her juices with it. She wet her lips and placed her mouth onto Fiona's clit. "Just move your mouth back and forth, like it's a little cock," I said, almost quoting word for word from a dirty magazine I had once read.

Louise started to do as I had said, and almost immediately, Fiona started to moan, and move her hips. "Oohhhh, that's good, that's really good," Fiona said, and Louise gently released Fiona's clit from her mouth and said, "I can't believe how easy it is."

She turned and kissed me again, with her lips slick with Fiona's juices. The taste was incredible, and so exciting I thought I was going to explode. Then Fiona said, "Hey, guys, now that you've exchanged my body fluids with each other, how about sending Wayne up her to exchange some with me, the old fashioned way."

I looked at Louise, and she said, "Looks like it's showtime." I looked at Fiona's moist, open pussy, inches from our faces, and I said, "I'm going to be coming in there before long."

"Just save some for me," Louise answered.

I stood up, and Fiona moved over on the bed to let me lay beside her. I took my jeans off, and my cock was rampant. "Is that for me?" Fiona said, smiling.

"Are you safe?" Louise said, and Fiona answered, "I've been on the pill for months." Then, with a smile, she added, "and now that I'm taking notice of these things, I can tell you, I'm smack in the middle of the horniest part of my cycle."

I got on the bed, and I took Fiona's little body in my arms, and I kissed her gently on the mouth. Louise moved around to the opposite side of the bed, and lay next to Fiona. There was plenty of room for us on Fiona's queen size bed, and Fiona turned to kiss Louise on the mouth. "Do you like girls kissing?" she said to me, as they broke their kiss.

I nodded, and Louise said, "Trust me, he does." I was kind of glad she didn't elaborate on that. I leaned over and kissed Louise on her mouth, and then I kissed Fiona again, soft, slow and sensual. Her mouth tasted totally wonderful, and I was so aroused, I couldn't wait any longer to enter her. I used my hand to guide my cock into her pussy, and I even though it was oozing with her juices, it felt a little tighter than I expected. I took about four or five strokes before I was fully inside her, and then I got down to a nice steady motion, as she moved her hips to meet me with each thrust.

"You're a very snug fit," I said, softly, as I kept my steady fucking motion going.

"That's because I'm small," Fiona answered, as she reached up and put her arms around me, "I get it all the time, not just in bed, but everywhere. 'Fiona, you're so petite', and 'Fiona, you're such a petite little thing," she said, giggling, but keeping up the sexy movement with her hips, and she continued, "Okay, everybody, I get it, I'm small, but being a petite girl means I've got a petite vagina. Hello, my name's Fiona, and I'm petite, so I've got a petite vagina." Then, she giggled again, and said, "Hey, that almost rhymes- Fiona, vagina... vagina, Fiona."

She had said all of this without even missing a beat, as she met each of my thrusts, but I was beginning to wonder if I was making any impression, until she looked into my eyes, and said, "Oh, and by the way, Wayne, in case you think I haven't been paying attention, I happen to be a multi-skilled, multi-tasking, future career woman, who can talk and enjoy great sex at the same time."

She paused for breath, and said, "And, speaking of great sex, this is great sex we're having here, and if it continues on much longer, I'm gonna come my brains out, but I've got a brilliant idea, so if you'd like to slow down and come to a stop, nice and gently, I'll explain."

I slowed my thrusting and stopped, and Fiona took a deep breath, stretched with a sigh, and then looked at Louise, and said, "No wonder you've been keeping this to yourself."

"What's this idea you've got?" Louise said, eagerly.

Fiona and I disengaged from each other, and she said, "You guys are brother and sister, and you've have been having sex, right? But so far, all I've seen is some kissing. I want you to show me the real thing." She paused and looked at both of us, and went on, "So, as temporary custodian of the Tarrant residence, I request, no, I command you, to have sex in front of me, for my viewing pleasure." She smiled, and took a breath, and said, "And, by having sex, I mean fucking, and by fucking, I mean I want to see Wayne's cock in your pussy, and I want to see evidence of ejaculation, and if I'm starting to talk dirty, it's because the very idea is getting me so excited I'm about to come in my pants, except, I'm not wearing any." She paused for breath again.

"What do you think?" I said to Louise.

"Well, we have been commanded by Ms Custodian here," Louise answered, as she moved up into position on the bed. She looked at Fiona and said, "Any particular position?"

Fiona put a hand under her chin, in the classical thinking pose, and after a short pause, said, "Definitely missionary, after all, you are brother and sister. I don't want anything kinky happening here."

Louise undid her short, black skirt, put it on the floor, and slid her white panties off, and lay back on the bed. Her pussy was still slightly puffy from its last encounter with my cock, and I moved along the bed beside her. Fiona moved to the left side of the bed, "I get a ringside seat," she said, brightly.

"Be gentle," Louise said, "This is my first time, in front of an audience, I mean." Then she reached out and ran her thumb and finger along my hard tool, and with a smile, said, "No stage fright here, though."

I entered Louise again, and after three strokes, I was all the way inside her, loving the snug fit of the walls of her pussy around my hard cock. I started to thrust gently but deeply, just getting into a nice comfortable rhythm, and I kissed her mouth, holding the kiss, as we fucked in perfect harmony. Louise was lifting her hips to meet me with each thrust, and kissing me hungrily, while Fiona looked on, standing next to the bed to my right, wearing only her school uniform blouse.

"Ohhh, you guys are bad," Fiona said, "really bad!"

I was starting to feel the excitement mounting in me already, and I was a little surprised it happened so easily, because I knew I was being watched so closely by Fiona, who was now kneeling beside the bed, with her head resting on her hands. Fiona got up and bent over, so she was looking right down between my legs, and, putting on a sports commentator's voice, she said, "Well, folks, the testicle-cam view shows full penetration with every stroke, a nice tight fit, and plenty of fluid oozing out around the sides. This can only mean one thing, sports fans, Louise's pussy is juiced up and ready to party." She giggled and then stood up, as I continued to thrust in and out of Louise's pussy, which was now very wet, and Fiona continued on, still in her commentator's voice, "I think we're going to see fireworks here any minute now."

Louise had not said much for a while, although she had giggled at Fiona's antics, but she started to breath a little heavier, and said, "How are you going there, Wayne? I don't think I'm far off." Her voice was starting to sound urgent.

"I won't be far behind you," I said, with a little strain in my voice, as I continued thrusting.

"If you guys are going to start coming, I better stop talking and let you concentrate," Fiona said, "but first, a few words of encouragement, for you, Wayne." She leaned closer to me with a mischievous smile, and said, "Fuck that pussy, Wayne. Fuck it. Fuck your sister's pussy. Work it baby, work it. Own it, baby," giggling, "Go on, give it to her, big guy."

I kept up my fucking motion, trying not to be too distracted by the sexy little nutcase beside me, and as I felt myself getting closer to orgasm, I picked up the pace a little.

"I can hear it in your breathing, Wayne, you're gonna come soon," Fiona said, and then in a stage whisper, she said to Louise, whose face was now starting to twist as her own orgasm approached, "I think he's gonna come!"

"Oh, Wayne, that's fantastic!" Louise cried out, with her eyes shut, and her face twisted, "That's amazing! Fiona, you've gotta get some of this!"

My own orgasm was starting, as Louise began to thrust back, deep and hard, and she threw her head back, and pulled me to her, moaning at first, and then saying, "Ohh, God, ohhhhh God!!!" then a long low sound that was almost a scream.

I felt the familiar waves of pleasure starting in me, and I started to thrust as fast as I could, being only vaguely aware of Fiona stepping back a couple of paces as she watched. I felt myself spasm twice, as I started to spurt in my sister's sweet little pussy, watched intently by Fiona, who had gone silent. I kept thrusting hard, as I spurted, letting the ecstasy wash over me, as Louise locked her arms around me, and held me to her beautiful body, shaking with her own orgasm.

After it was over, and we returned to reality, I looked over at Fiona on my right, and she had her mouth open, with a look of wonderment on her face. It was not often I saw Fiona lost for words, but she was looking down at the place where my body was still united with Louise, and her voice was almost a croak, as all she said was, "Awesome!"

Then, Fiona sat heavily on the side of the bed, and said, "Next time you guys do that again, I want to be part of it."

Fiona slid back to the head of the bed, as I rolled off Louise, and the three of us lay there, me in the middle, with Louise on my right, and Fiona on my left. We stayed there, talking and laughing for what seemed like ages. We had done this sort of thing before, lying around talking and laughing, but never like this, the three of us naked from the waist down, with each other's sex juices drying on us.

After a while, as arousal returned, Fiona lay on her right side, facing me, and she reached down, and placed the first two fingers of her left hand into her pussy. She then sucked on her first finger thoughtfully for a moment, and then placed her second finger in my mouth, so I could taste her pussy juice. Louise looked on intently, without speaking, and Fiona said, "Wayne, a while back, I heard you say something about how you were going to come in my pussy. Do you remember that?"

"Yes," I smiled, after she took her finger away.

"Well," Fiona said, "as far as I can see, there are two vaginas in this room, and only one of them's got any sperm in it." She moved a little closer to my face, and said, "Can you help me out here?"

I looked at Louise, and she said, "Don't look at me. I can't help you. That's your department."

Fiona then climbed on top of me, as I lay on my back, and placed the very opening of her pussy onto the tip of my cock, which had already been half-hard, but was now rock hard at the taste of her pussy juice. I tried to push my cock up into her, but she moved her pussy up and away from my cock, and said, "Not yet," with a mischievous smile. She stretched a little, and with her pussy poised on the tip of my cock again, she kissed me on the mouth, slowly and sensually, then drew back from the kiss, holding her pretty face close to mine. Then, she repeated the kiss, making eye contact the whole time.

"It's been a long time between kisses, hasn't it Wayne?" she said, "Do you remember the last time you kissed me?"

"Yes, I do," I said.

"How old were we? Ten. That's right, we were ten, weren't we?" she said.

"That'd be right," I answered. Louise was now lying on her left side, on my right, watching, but not saying anything.

"Well, Wayne," Fiona continued, "we're not ten years old any more, are we? We're eighteen. We're grown up now, and we can do adult things." With the word "adult", Fiona thrust her pussy down, talking in about half of my cock in one movement. "Oh!" she said, as her eyes widened, "and that is grown up!"

She started to gently fuck me, taking in a little more of my cock with each movement, and continued on with, "We've known each other twelve years, Wayne. That's a long time. We've played hopscotch together, climbed trees together, watched movies together, studied together. I helped you with your history assignment last year, and I got good marks, didn't I?"

I nodded, and Fiona said, "You showed me how to change a tyre, and I told you what a tampon was." Louise looked surprised at that, and Fiona turned to her and said, "Well, he asked me." Then, she looked back at me and said, "We've done all sorts of things together over the years, but until tonight, we've never made love." Then, she turned again to Louise, and said, "Well, technically, we're only fucking," and then the sweet note returned to her voice again, and she looked back at me, and said, "But, after twelve years, Wayne, there's got to be some love there somewhere, don't you think?" She kept on gently moving her pussy up and down on me as she spoke.

I swallowed, and said, "There has to be."

"I love you guys," Fiona said, "You're like the brother and sister I never had." Then, the mischievous smile returned, and she said, "Except, when Wayne fucks me, it's not incest." We all giggled at that, and Fiona said, "I've got a brilliant idea."

"Out with it," Louise said, smiling, still lying on her side.

"Well," Fiona said, still fucking me gently as she spoke, "When I saw you guys coming together, I just wanted to be part of something like that. So, here's my idea. Let's have a threesome."

"I thought we were," I said, rather stupidly when I look back on it.

"I mean," Fiona said, "we all do it together, and see if we can all come together."

"How do we do it?" Louise asked, with eager interest showing in her face.

"Well, when I said I kissed three girls," Fiona answered, "I actually experimented with two of them. You know what I mean? So I've got a little pussy licking time in my log book."

"Fiona, I'm surprised!" Louise said with a wide smile. I was too excited to speak, hearing that, as Fiona gently fucked me at the same time.

"Anyway," Fiona went on, "I've been studying logistics in Economics class at school, and I think I know how to make the best use of resources here."

"What's the plan?" Louise said, eagerly.

"Well," Fiona said, "I get in the middle, and Wayne can fuck me doggy style, and I'll go down on you at the same time. I love doggy, so I should be able to come pretty quick, and I've got plenty of faith in Wayne getting there, so if I can get you off, it'll be totally awesome!"

"You in?" Louise said to me.

"Let's do it," I said.

Fiona lifted her pussy off my cock, and said, before climbing off me, "One thing."

"What's that?" I asked.

"I'm small," she said, "and when I do it doggy style, it goes in pretty deep, so you've got to start me off gently. Once we get in the groove, I can take all you got, but you just need to start me off gently. Okay?"

"Got it," I answered.

"Don't worry," Fiona smiled, "that thing's designed to give birth, so you won't break it, but you just need to be gentle at the start."

Louise moved to the head of the bed, peeled off her top, and took off her bra, exposing her creamy breasts with their pretty pink nipples. Then, she put a pillow under her bottom to give Fiona better access to her pussy, and lay back on another pillow under her head. "Are you sure you want to do this after what Wayne's been doing down there?" she asked, looking at Fiona.

"I have tasted come before," Fiona answered. As she started to move down to get between Louise's legs, I reached over and started to unbutton her white uniform blouse, and said, "After all these years, I'd like to see what these look like."




Mutual Attraction Ch. 04



Fiona looked down at what I was doing, and then looked at Louise. "What have you done with the real Wayne? You know, the one that acts like he doesn't even know I've got tits." Louise didn't answer, but she pursed her lips and shook her head.

I undid the buttons on Fiona's blouse, and peeled it off her, and she reached around and unclipped her white bra, slipped it off, and handed it to me. "There, happy now?" she said with a smile. Her breasts were rounder in shape than Louise's, and her nipples, and the circles around them, were a little darker. "Can I touch them?" I asked, jokingly, seeing I'd already licked her pussy. "I'd be disappointed if you didn't," Fiona answered.

I gently touched her left nipple with my right hand, stroking it with my thumb a couple of times. "They're very nice," I said, "and I'd like to get to know them better."

"All in good time," Fiona said, as I took my hand away, and she turned and got down on all fours in the middle of the bed. I moved behind her, and waited for her to get settled into position.

Fiona's bottom was beautifully shaped, and her pussy was open and glistening with moisture as I looked down at it. I could feel the excitement mounting inside me, and I gently ran both hands down along her hips, as she put her head down between Louise's legs. From my position, I could not see her mouth on Louise's pussy, but I could see from the look on Louise's face, and the sharp intake of her breath, that Fiona had already started licking her.

I placed the head of my hard cock into Fiona's tight, wet pussy, and very gently pushed it inside her. "Just remember, start off gently with her," Louise warned me, with her voice already starting to waver, as Fiona worked on her pussy with her mouth.

I took a few strokes before I was fully in, and Fiona's pussy was a snug fit, and very wet. I could feel the walls hugging my hard cock, and the entrance of her pussy seemed to stick to my cock with each outward stroke, even though I was being gentle at the start. As I began to push deeper into Fiona's pussy with each stroke, I was a little surprised to see how deep my cock was going inside her, considering she was such a small person, but I kept the pace nice and steady. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Louise asked, still with a little waver in her voice, as Fiona attended to her pussy's needs with her pretty little mouth.

"Oh, this is excellent," I answered, and Fiona took her mouth away from Louise to say, "You can pick it up now, Wayne, everything's moving along nicely back there. Give it to me."

I started to thrust a little faster, but no deeper, and Fiona started to shuffle her knees forward on the bed, to get her pussy into a better angle, so I started to go even deeper inside her. She actually wanted more of my cock inside her, even though it felt like she was totally full of cock as it was. With the change in her position, the walls of her pussy were now squeezing on the very sensitive part of my cock near the head, and I knew that all I had to do to come was pick up the pace and let it happen, and from what Fiona had said, she would probably come pretty quickly once we picked it up. That meant that it was all up to Fiona to get Louise off with her mouth, so we could come together. It was all a matter of timing.

Fiona started to bend her back forward, just tiny bit with each of my in-strokes, and every few thrusts, I could feel the head of my cock touching something inside. It was probably her cervix, so this beautiful little sex machine was now taking as much of my cock as she possibly could, and still working on making it better for both us. I placed my hands on her hips to hold us in place, not that there was much chance of my cock coming out, the way she was fucking me back, and I just kept the pace steady while I waited for signs that Louise was starting to come. The feeling of Fiona's tight little pussy on my cock was incredible, and the sight of my slick, wet cock moving in and out of her just added to the excitement.

Louise had not said much for a while, although I had heard a few moans from her, but she started to lift her head back, with her eyes half closed, and her lower lip pulled in. She gently placed her right hand behind Fiona's head, and I saw her begin to stroke her right nipple with her left hand. I had not seen her do that before, and it added to my excitement. It didn't seem to matter where I looked, there was something happening to make me more excited, and I began to wonder if I could last the distance. Looking down, I could see my cock moving in and out between Fiona's buttocks, then there was the sight of Fiona's head moving gently between Louise's legs as she licked her pussy, and Louise stroking her nipple, and throwing her head back as the pleasure washed through her. I'm amazed I didn't just lose control, and come there and then, but I managed to hold on a little longer.

Then, it started. Louise just said, "Ohhh, fuck!!" then she closed her eyes and threw her head back, her face contorted with ecstasy. She took her hand away from her breast, and from Fiona's head, and she clenched both fists and twisted her forearms, across her chest, crying out. "Omi-god, that's good!!!"

I stated to thrust harder and faster, and immediately, Fiona started to grip Louise's thighs harder with her hands, and she started to thrust her own pelvis back at me. I gripped her hips tighter, and began thrusting into her little body for all I was worth, feeling my own orgasm start. My cock spurted into her tight pussy, and the bolts of pleasure started, as I rammed my cock home, squeezing the first spurt of come out of her pussy, and up into the crack of her butt. The second spurt came, and I thrust in again, squeezing it out the same way. Then, as the pleasure overtook me, I started thrusting in short but hard strokes, still spurting as Fiona shook and shuddered on the bed in front of me, while she kept her mouth on Louise's pussy the whole time, keeping that motion going with her head.

Louise now had her arms crossed over her chest, her fists still clenched, and breathing in gasping, shuddering breaths, she threw her head back again, and said, "That's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful!!!"

Louise relaxed, and let out a deep sigh, and Fiona took her mouth away from, Louise's pussy, but still gripped her thighs, bowing her head, and making a series of rasping gasps, then a long "Ohhhhh!!" as she too relaxed, leaving only me to finish. I was still spurting and feeling the waves of pleasure passing through me, then I too was satisfied, and I felt my whole body relax, as my orgasm passed.

"You okay back there?" Fiona asked, with her head lying on the bed, facing to the right between Louise's thighs. "I am, but I gotta lie down," I answered, and I withdrew my cock from her, and flopped down on the bed on Louise's right.

Fiona lifted her head, and kissed Louise in the centre of her triangle of pubic hair, and then rolled over, so she was on her back, her head between Louise's thighs, and her legs over the end of the bed. "I've gotta say", she said, looking up at the roof, "that was fucking good."

"Well done," Louise said, between breaths, as she lay on her back, with her head turned, looking at me.

Fiona turned over, and crawled up the bed to lie on top of me, hugging me as I lay there, and kissing me softly on the mouth. I could taste Louise's pussy juice on her lips, and she leaned over to Louise, who was now lying on her right side, up against me, and they kissed deeply. From my position, I could see there was a lot of tongue action happening between them.

"Can you taste that?" Fiona asked Louise when they broke their kiss.

"My pussy?" Louise said.

"Exactly," Fiona answered, "I think this could be the continuation of a beautiful friendship. Sleepovers will never be the same again, after tonight."

"I guess not," Louise said, looking at me.

The three of us stayed there that night, in Fiona's big, queen-sized bed, kissing and making love. We'd stayed over at each other's places many times over the years, but this was the beginning of a new stage of our relationships with each other. The three of us fucked, and made love, many times together after that night, and over the years, as we moved in and out of relationships, Louise and I continued to sleep with other.

Louise and I stopped doing this when Louise became engaged to Brendan, the man who is now her husband, and we marked the occasion with a night of hard fucking, followed by slow lovemaking. Brendan is a good man, and he doesn't know about Louise and me, but he is truly fortunate to have found Louise, and to have her bestow on him the three gifts of beauty, physical love and womanly companionship.

As for Fiona, she and I became a couple a few months after our first night in bed with Louise, and she told me she didn't consider it cheating if I got together every now and again with Louise, as long as she could also have what she called "sexy fun" with her, both with and without me.

Fiona and I parted on good terms a couple of years later, when our work took us in different directions, but we got back together in our twenties. Maybe one day, we might get married, but for the moment, we are happy to live together. Fiona is no longer the sexy little nutcase she was back then, but is now a petite and beautiful young career woman, with grace and poise, and a crazy sense of humour. Even though we played hopscotch together as kids, and first made love at eighteen, we can still satisfy each other in bed, as we approach thirty. What more could I ask in a woman?