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Original Sin

By: Bhogi



I'm not what you would consider a normal girl. Well, that depends on where you're from. But let me skip the bullshit: there is nothing I love more in life than licking my mom's pussy. 

My mom got pregnant at a very young age- 16. That makes her thirty-four years young. She has kept herself very well-toned, and there are more younger men than older lusting after her. In fact, most of the time we are out in public, everyone thinks we are sisters. 

Lesbian sex with mom was not something I had to coax her into, or vice versa. On the contrary, we have always been very open and honest with each other, except on the topic of sex. I mean, she talks to me "about it," but doesn't ask me personal questions, like if I have had sex, or what I have done, and with whom. I don't think mom ever saw me being bisexual, though.

On my eighteenth birthday, about seven months ago, mom crept into my room to wake me, as a surprise. However, I was pre-occupied with my gift that my best friend, Melissa, had given me: a thin, pink, six-inch ribbed vibrator, with five speed control. Now, normally I lock my door when I masturbate, but I guess I had forgotten to get up and lock it. 

It was early Saturday morning, about seven or so, and I was just beginning to moan, quietly of course. My new friend was in fourth gear, and my nipples were hard and red from me pinching and pulling on them. Then came a knock at the door.

"Katie?" Mom whispered. My heart leapt out of my chest. 

"Good morn-" Mom stopped dead in her tracks. I had not had enough time to cover up, and I never wear anything when I'm masturbating.

Mom didn't say anything for a minute. She kind of had a confused look on her face, like I thought she might masturbate, but I had no idea she used vibrators!

"Mom, I can explain...," I began.

"I'm not upset, Katie. I just didn't realize, well, that you had grown up, in ... that way. Can we talk a minute?"

I could see she wanted to make sure she hadn't hurt me in any way, so I conceded.

"You know we are really close, and I hope you know that I never want that to change. You can talk to me about anything.

"I know, Mom. But sometimes... things are easier said than done!" We both grinned, and chuckled.

"I know what you mean, sweetie."

I was still exposed at this point, and Mom's eyes suddenly shifted from my face down to my erect nipples, with strawberries-and-cream skin surrounding them. Her eyes lingered there a second or two, then traveled down to my glistening pussy. Were her nipples hardening through her nightgown, or was I just imagining things? Mom saw that I had noticed, and acknowledged it.

"So did Melissa give that to you for your birthday?" Mom asked, pointing to the vibrator, still wet with my juices.

"Yes, she did." Mom waited a moment before continuing.

"Do you two ever... you know, mess around, with each other I mean?"

"Well... we have kissed a couple of times, to get used to it. But we haven't done anything with boys, Mom, I promise."

"I believe you, Katie. I do. So, if not with boys, have you explored more than kissing each other?"

I was certain I could make out Mom's nipples poking out now.

"Ummm... wow. I didn't know I would be quizzed today!" I tried to figure out how to tell her yes, I had. After all, Melissa and I had taken turns eating each other at her house once when her parents had been gone all weekend. My mom had been one of my fantasies during that time, and on other occasions.

"I don't mean for it to be like a test, sweetie. You are my little princess. Well, not little anymore. Just relax and pretend I'm Melissa."

Boy, if she ever knew what that would amount to! Then again, maybe that's why she said it...

"Okay... yes, Mom, we have done a little more. We took turns licking each other's... well, down there. It was amazing, Mom."

"Yes, I know dear. I mean... well, I guess I had better be honest as well. Before your father got me pregnant, God rest his soul, my friend Emily and I were nearly an item in college. Everyone just thought we were really good friends. We did everything together. Everything.

I was ecstatic. I could not believe my mom was bisexual! It was a turning point for me, and boy was I spinning! Just then, I let down my guard and allowed my fantasies to take over, viewing Mom as a sexual creature rather than just a family member. My pussy started to tingle, and my nipples hardened. I guess Moms do know everything, because she leaned over without speaking and starting kissing me, lightly at first, and then probed her tongue past my lips. I felt her hand slid up my leg, and I reacted by reaching for her still firm, round tits. 

"Oh, Katie..." Mom sighed.

"Mmmm..." I could only moan as I pulled Mom down onto my bed, and rolled over on top of her. I slowly began to draw up her nightie, exposing her dark, well-groomed mound. I edged the nightie up and over her luscious tits, and set to nibbling and sucking them as she finished "undressing." She rubbed her fingers through my hair, and I slipped two fingers into Mom's warm, wet cunt. 

"Oooh.. Katie!" Mom exclaimed. She was enjoying this immensely. I guess she had fantasized about me after all. I continued my assault down her smooth, toned belly and arrived at her love tunnel. 

"Yes, sweetie. Show Mommy how much you love her," she pleaded. I was happy to oblige; I shoved my tongue in Mom's pussy for the first time, and rolled my tongue around in a counter-clockwise motion several times, then withdrew and lightly flicked my tongue over her lips, making sure not to hit her clit. I like to build up the sensations when eating pussy. After a short time, I buried my tongue into her again, and clamped my mouth down over her whole pussy, swishing back and forth, up and down, around and around. I did this for several repetitions. Mom was now clinging to my hair and raising her ass, arching her back, trying to meet my tongue and rub her clit on it. I finally curved my tongue upward and touched her sweet spot, my mouth still enveloping her. She came hard and screamed.

 * * * 

Mom and I did a lot of fucking after that. It has been seven months since my birthday, and Melissa has even joined in on the fun. Daisy chains are truly an incredible, satisfying, and invigorating experience. But even though it is a dream come true to enjoy my mom and my best friend, at the same time, there are times when it's just mom and me when I feel completely lucky and appreciative. I enjoy the silence, the atmosphere, and knowing what is okay with her. Like when I come home, and she is reading one of her novels. We don't say anything. I simply walk over to her, kneel, spread her legs, disrobe her if necessary, pull her ass close to my face and lick her pussy for two or three hours, many orgasms later. Or when she is emptying the dirty dishes from the sink, in her skirt and blouse. I walk up to her, play with her tits for a minute or two, and then crawl under her skirt. I eat her until she can't stand anymore, literally. Also, I sometimes catch Mom in the shower when I get home. Of course I join her, and we extend her "shower" for a couple of hours. 

Not many people know the truth about Mom and me, and the few that do; well, they don't consider it original sin.

Original Sin



As he traipsed through the Gardens, Adam looked over that of which he had been charged and smiled, for Eden was certainly flourishing splendidly. The vegetation lively and the animals happy. Most of all, his work mate and companion, Eve, had been the greatest creation of God. Not only did she make his tending of the Gardens less of a burden, she was an enjoyable companion to have other than the All Mighty Himself. Making his way towards the waterfall in which he and Eve did bathe, he spotted her at current doing that very thing, for she had gotten very soiled in her work.

She was a magnificent creature indeed and he could not help but stare as the water cascaded down her female form pleasantly. Her arms over her head as she washed the day from her hair, her head leaning back to run her fingers through the strands as it was washed out. Her bosom perched out proudly from her chest, water pouring down between her luscious, soft mounds. It trickled down her toned stomach between her thighs, parting ways there to slip down her slender legs before being caught in the pond at her feet, the bottom of the waterfall. It slid down her back as well causing her round, plump bottom to glisten in the sun of the day. Yes, she was indeed a magnificent sight as Adam could not help but stare. He had seen her many times before, but right now, watching as she bathed, she was a more beautiful creature than he had previously realized and his admiration grew.

"Oh my!" Adam suddenly blurted out in shock, for an infliction hit him that had not previously occurred and it gave him a fright. Alerted to his presence by his sudden outburst, Eve glanced over in his direction and gave him a wave of her hand, smiling at him as she did on every day. Adam, attempting to cover his newfound ailment from the woman, gave only a halfhearted wave in return, turning his back as to hide this... thing from sight. Noticing something was amiss, Eve sauntered over to investigate.

"What ever is the matter, Adam?"

"It is nothing for you to trouble yourself with, Eve," said Adam as he continued to attempt to hide his ailment, "just a peculiarity is all and I shall deal with it."

Eve smiled in acceptance and wandered off into the Gardens as Adam was left to wonder. He looked down his body at the upright and rigid appendage that had just now sprung up, as though by miracle. This was something Adam had never before experienced before, nor had it been something God had told him about in his instructions. His digit was now twice it's size and as stiff as a tree trunk, pointing out like the fingers on his hand. Was this the work of the Lord? Nay, for the Lord had not been in attendance when it happened. Had he somehow broken or used incorrectly the body of which God bestowed him? Nay again, for he had done nothing more than watch Eve as she was bathing, not to mention this growth was anything but broken. If nothing else, it was enhanced from before, for Adam gripped it firmly and it did not budge, nor return to it's former hanging state. He did notice something of a chill running through him as he examined his predicament further and thought perhaps he should stop. But what could he do about this thing? If he were to show God he tarnished his body by somehow creating this growth, surely he would be smited. But something had to be done and it was then he decided the only other to ask would be Eve herself. Perhaps this was not an unusual state for mankind and she has experienced a similar peculiarity herself.

Adam, covering his protrusion with his hand as well enough as he could, wandered the Gardens in search of his mate to seek her advice. He found her drying off, laying in the soft grasses, eyes closed and resting. Looking down upon her body in this way, he could feel his ailment become bolder and his heart began to pump harder. This was not a good sign. As he crossed over the light which draped upon Eve's face, the new shadow caused her to open her eyes and look up at man.

"Why Adam, how pleasant it is for you to join me. Come, sit with me and enjoy the sun."

"Some other time, perhaps," said Adam, stumbling over his words, "but at the moment, I wish for your assistance."

"Oh? And what with do you need my help?" with that, Adam parted his hands to unveil his protrusion. Eve gasped at the sight. "I see," she exclaimed, "It is no wonder you seemed so flustered before!"

"Yes, I'm afraid this sudden growth has me concerned, for it has never happened before."

"Have you asked God about it?"

"Nay, for he did not create this body to include such things, so I concluded this was a fault of my own and it would be wise not to let God see I have somehow ruined his design."

"It does look swollen, does it hurt you?" Eve asked this as she ever so gently reached out and touched it, resulting in a moan from Adam. "I'm terribly sorry," said Eve, withdrawing her hand.

"Be not sorry, woman, for that was oddly a good feeling, this is not a swelling of pain, but somehow of pleasure." Eve once again took hold of the swollen member.

"Then what could have resulted in such a state," wondered Eve as she examined the appendage all around, causing Adam more and more tingles, "are thou certain it is not broken, for there is a tear at the end?"

Adam nodded and stated plainly, "No, for that hole has always been there, for that is where my liquid waste is released from." Eve nodded in agreement as well, continuing her examination of Adam's predicament from all sides. She kept up her inspection for nearly a minute when she made an expression of bewilderment as though she came to a realization. It was, in fact, a new peculiarity she noticed that caused her sudden gasp.

"No third hole... " pondered Eve, muttering to herself.

"What do you mean," queried Adam curiously, "Third hole?"

"You haven't a third hole! This is certainly peculiar indeed!"

Again Adam questioned, "What do you mean third hole? Are you not equipped with just the two as I am?"

"Nay," spoke Eve, releasing Adam's protruding member, "come hither and I shall explain." She stood and gripped Adam by the hand and led him over to the nearby Tree of Knowledge where underneath she once again did lay down, this time with her legs spread like that of the wings of a bird.

"Look down upon me, Adam, and inspect closer to see." And Adam did as instructed while Eve took a second to part her labia, although this closeness in examination only furthered to inspire his digit to pulse with unknown feelings.

"See here," she said as her companion look on, "That there are three holes."

"I only see the two, your anus of which I share for the excretion of solid waste, and this other on right above it for the shedding of fluid waste," replied Adam.

"Nay, nay, for that hole of which you speak is a peculiarity of my own, as the fluid waste is expelled through a much smaller opening just above that!" Adam examined closer now, and it was true, for there was indeed a third hole in Eve, exactly as she had stated.

"That is very peculiar indeed," said Adam, "what function does this 'third hole' perform?"

"That is exactly it, for I do not know," answered Eve, "I have examined it thoroughly and I cannot determine a reason for it's very existence, so I deem it a peculiarity. It is simply a hole upon which is somewhat deep and is accommodating to more than a finger's breadth and length. The peculiarities do not end there either, for an unusual thing happened as I examined it with such a finger."

"Oh? Do explain."

"It was the very same reaction of painless shock which with you responded to my touch on your very own peculiar appendage."

"That is quite queer indeed, and I cannot imagine these are mere coincidences. Yet I cannot wrap my mind around the mystery." At that moment, from above them in there Tree of Knowledge, there came a hissing scoff.

"Thou art ninnies, the both of thou!" A Serpent then did slither down from the higher branches of the Tree, and it spoke to them quite roughly. "Thou art mindless simpletons!"

Adam, rising to face the Serpent, addressed it. "Serpent, by what means do you besmirch the both of us? Answer me!"

Ignoring Adam, the Serpent continued it's diatribe, "I have only known of both your peculiarities for a few minutes and have already a solution for the both of you. Thou art dim to not know it sooner than I."

Addressing Adam directly, the Serpent spoke, "You there, man with rigid protrusion, stiff and unwavering, has it not occurred to you that your pole doth require a purpose?"

Addressing Eve directly now, the Serpent continued, "And you there, woman with gaping hole which could be filled by that which is more than a finger, have it not occurred to you that man's pole is quite the size needed to accommodate the filling?"

The Serpent spoke to them both now, "God hath not made anything within Eden without a higher plan and the solution is quite obvious. Thou art made as companions, two pieces of the same whole, and as such, these are not peculiarities, but designs made to join together, perfect fits!" Adam and Eve looked plainly at the Serpent, then at one another, for what he spoke did appear to be the truth as the evidence did support such a thing.

"So then," asked Eve of the Serpent, "what are you suggesting?"

The Serpent scoffed once more and replied, "I would not think one would need further instruction. Do as you wish, however, I have already given you the answer." With that, the Serpent slithered away, out of sight. Once more, Adam with his member pointing firmly, and Eve awaiting a fill of her mysterious hole, were left to explore the mysteries of these peculiarities.

"If things are as the Serpent says," began Adam, "then the cure is for us to join together as God must have intended."

"Agreed," replied Eve, still on the ground, "so come at me with your rod and insert it into my hole and we shall discover together it's meaning." Eve laid before man, open to his throbbing member and Adam knelt down between her thighs. Proceeding cautiously, he held up his member to make certain of it's correct insertion into Eve's hole. She moaned with pleasure, and it was now clear these pieces were made to fit, for the feeling was good for them both to lay as such. It was a fleeting feeling, however, and they both desired more.

"What now," asked Adam.

"Perhaps if you were to repeat this action again, we shall know more."

So it was, this action was repeated again and again only to be found more pleasurable with each pass. The two of them learned very quickly the use of their peculiarities and the joys felt when they were joined together. Surely this was God's plan, as nothing else in the Gardens could compare with the joys received from these motions. Then, as if hit by lightning, they both suddenly felt a rush flow through them, and they were pleased beyond all previous pleasures. The sudden rush of joy was so powerful that it caused Eve to arch her back and scream as though in pain, though no pain would be found. This scream, however, did not go unnoticed by the ears of God, for his presence was immediate. Upon seeing Adam on top of his mate, God let out a thunderous yell.

"Adam! What pain have you caused to woman of which I have made for you?"

"Forgive me, Lord, for it was not a yelp of pain," said Eve apologetically on Adam's behalf. It was then God came to realize the truth of the situation.

"How dare you both unite as such in Eden! This sort of action I forbid!"

"But God, pray thee," negotiated Adam, "We have only done as you had designed!"

"Heathen, thou and thy mate are exiled from the Garden of Eden! Leave at once and may you never return. Thou shalt perish for thy sins!"

With that, the pair was evicted from the Gardens to the outside world, who's dimness and terrain were a harsh environment for them to live. They walked for a bit, however soon sat down upon a rock to talk over the happenings of the day.

"Well now," stated Adam, "That was a bit overly harsh, don't you think?"

"Quite," replied Eve, "All we did was come together as it would seem we were made to."

Adam's stomach groaned with hunger. "I must say, I haven't had a chance to eat yet. I'm feeling peckish after all that physical activity. This will not be easily remedied with that overreaction."

Eve smiled and took out a fruit from behind her back, one that had come from the Tree of Knowledge. "Well you could always share with me this fruit."

Adam laughed, "Where did you get that from?"

"I swiped it, of course, taken from Eden as God was getting angry with us. You know, for an omnipresent being, he sure does miss a lot." They laughed and ate of the fruit before walking off towards the sunset, new places on Earth to explore and new opportunities to further their understandings of how the pleasurable act they shared worked.



Original Sin



I looked over at my watch as I stepped out of the shower. "Darn it," I said to no one in particular, "I'm going to be late."

I had mistimed my morning routine because my sister was back home from college and I hadn't taken into account the extra person needing the bathroom. We had two in the house - our parents', whose bedroom was on the second floor along with another bedroom that was used as an office, and the one on the first floor that was shared by the two bedrooms occupied by me and my sister, Ashley.

I was running a little late for church - the first time our whole family would attend mass together since Ashley had been home for Christmas exodus. 

"Michael, you have 15 minutes," my mother said from the other side of the bathroom door.

"I'll be ready," I said, looking again at my watch and hoping I wouldn't be made a lier.

I wasn't. We got to mass just in time. I always enjoyed going to church with my family and in the fellowship of our community. But more than that, we (my family, I mean) took the teachings of the Gospel seriously. We tried our best to follow the teachings of our Savior and the tenets of the Catholic Church. I have to admit though, no human is perfect, and that certainly includes me. Sometimes, late at night as I fell asleep, I would have a fleeting thought about my girlfriend, Tanya, that was...less than chaste. Of course I would never act on such thoughts but I am human after all! Whenever I did think about doing anything with Tanya other than the quick kiss on the lips that we often did when greeting each other or saying goodbye, I would pray and ask God for his forgiveness and strength. As a servant of God, I was saving myself for my future wife, whomever that may be. The church teaches not to do such things that will arouse desire; those acts - French kissing, touching private parts, and of course sex - are reserved for married couples. 

Tanya made it difficult to always keep my thoughts pure. She was very pretty, with shoulder-length blonde hair, large blue eyes, and a very handsome figure. We had been together for six months, and I enjoyed being with her. Sometimes I would catch a glimpse of her, especially when she dressed up for church, and become aroused. I knew it happened sometimes but I always felt ashamed of thinking of her as an object of desire. In those instances when I got an erection from looking at my girlfriend, I would go to confession within the next day and confess my sin to God in the presence of my priest. It always made me feel better to get it off my chest.

As you can probably tell, our small South Carolinian town is very conservative. Growing up, I didn't think much of it; everyone in our neighborhood and most everyone in town was religious - whether they be Catholic or Baptist or whatever. We lived our lives a certain way and that way was to honor our family, be chaste, and save yourself for the one you will spend your life with in service to God.

As we sat down in our usual pew, I looked over to where Tanya and her family normally sat. Our eyes met and I returned her smile. Ashley, who was sitting next to me, followed my eyes to Tanya and then looked back at me with a smile.

"Girlfriend?"

I nodded.

"She's pretty. How long have you been dating?"

"About six months," I replied.

"Six months," she said, with a surprised tone, "My little brother's growing up," she said teasingly.

At that, the service began and thoughts of Tanya or anything else moved to the background.

The following Friday, we uncovered and cleaned our in-ground pool that we had had since I was seven and Ashley was eight. We learned to swim in that pool and had our friends over almost every summer day. The main rule at our house, which never needed to be spoken because of the conservative neighborhood we lived in, was that all females - kids and parents alike - wore one-piece bathing suits. No midriffs and certainly no bikinis allowed. Likewise, males wore large bathing suits like board shorts.

The next morning, our parents went out with our neighbors for lunch and to visit the museum. Ashley and I stayed back. I planned on asking Tanya if she wanted to go see a movie. Borrowing my mother's car, I was about halfway to her house when she called my cell and said she had to cancel; so I turned around and went back to the house. An afternoon lounging around the pool would have to suffice.

When I got back to the house, I changed into my bathing suit and went out to the pool where I assumed I would find my sister. I most certainly did. Ashley was obviously expecting to be alone for a few hours. What I saw shocked me to my core; the image forever burned in my brain. My sister was lying on one of the lounge chairs facing away from the house towards the pool. Ashley was wearing a white bikini that barely covered her tanned body. Her skin glistened with perspiration, giving it a soft glow. Before I knew what I was doing, my eyes followed her toned legs up and over her exposed midriff to her large chest, which was barely contained by her bikini top. I was appalled - by my sister for blatantly wearing provocative clothing that was prohibited by our parents, and by my own weakness. I couldn't believe I allowed my eyes to linger over my own sister's scantily-clad body. Once I got a hold my faculties, I turned around, went back into the house and changed, then went for a drive to clear my head.

That night after we all watched a movie together, our parents went upstairs to retire for the evening and Ashley and I went to our bedrooms. At one point in the night, I woke up and looked over at my clock - 12:36. As I closed my eyes and settled back into the bed, something caught my ear. I closed my eyes to focus. There was the beat of my own heart and, coming from the room next door to mine - my sister's room - a faint moan. It was sporadic but it was undeniable. My immediate thought was that Ashley was having a bad dream. I was about to go to her room and wake her when I heard a more pronounced moan - this time, it was clear that if she was having a dream, it wasn't a nightmare. 

I couldn't help but bring my head closer to the wall. Our beds were against the same wall, making it easy for me to hear what was going on in her room. Growing up, I could always hear her and her friends talking into the night when they had sleepovers; it always drove me nuts because they kept me up all night. Now, I listened intently, trying to make sense of the obvious noises of pleasure coming from my sister's room. 

"God, I hope she's just dreaming," I whispered to myself.

Masturbation or any kind of self-pleasure was obviously forbidden and something I had never done. As far as I knew, neither had my sister. But as her moans became more rhythmic, I had a sinking feeling that she was not dreaming at all. Despite my dismay, I couldn't keep myself from listening, and as I did, the image of a bikini-clad body entered my mind. I tried not to, but I couldn't help but picture that same scantily clad woman touching herself, her hand disappearing under the wet fabric of her bikini bottom. Before I knew it, I had a raging hard-on that tented my pajama bottoms.

Steeling myself, I got up from my bed, went down the hall to the bathroom, and splashed cold water on my face. Then, having regained my self-control, I went back to my room, kneeled at the side of my bed, and asked God to forgive me.

The next morning, I was the last one up. My parents and Ashley were in the kitchen having breakfast. 

"Good morning, sleepy head," my mother said. "I was about to call the cavalry; we have to get ready for church soon."

"Sorry," I replied, "I didn't sleep too well."

"Everything alright?" she asked.

"I'm fine. Just one of those nights."

"I slept like a baby," Ashley said. "Although I think I did hear you get up at one point," she said, looking over at me with a questioning look on her face.

I tried not to blush. "Yeah, I had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night."

That afternoon, Tanya and I hung out at the local park. We talked about our relationship and the future - as in September when I was going to be attending the same school as my sister, the University of South Carolina, and Tanya was going to the University of Virginia. Should we keep seeing each other? Did we want to try a long distance relationship? We decided we would make a decision in August before we left for our respective schools.

It was a few nights later when, having been in bed for over an hour, I began to hear that same, rhythmic moaning coming from my sister's bedroom. It was soft but it was very clear. I tried to block it out; I tried to not imagine my sister's half-naked body by the pool. The voluptuous body remained burned in my mind as I listened to the unmistakable sounds of my sister masturbating just a couple feet from where I lay. I was both disgusted and aroused at the same time - a product of the sins of the body that I needed to combat with all of my willpower.

I felt flush, a cold sweat coming over me as I pulled the covers off my body. I was so hard, my penis ached as it pressed against my boxer briefs. I knelt right there on my bed and prayed to God to relieve me of the sinful thoughts going through my mind.

I must have been praying aloud and for some time because I heard my door crack open. I turned, shocked out of my trance-like state by the sight of my sister standing in the doorway. She was wearing her pink, silk robe, tied in a cinch along her waist, accentuating her curves. 

"What are you doing?" she whispered, stepping into my room and closing the door behind her.

"Nothing...praying...wh-what is it?"

"Why are you praying in the middle of the night?"

"Since when do I need a reason to pray?" I retorted.

"Sorry," she said walking closer to where I was still kneeling. "It's just...How long have you been up?"

"A while," I replied. She was wondering if I heard anything, I thought. "How long have you been up?"

"A while."

She looked at me, trying to read my eyes; she always could.

"What is it, Michael? Is there something you want to tell me?"

"No, no...no, what do you mean?" I yammered, sounding like I was guilty of something. Well, I was guilty of something but Ashley was by far in deeper waters than me. I wondered if it was possible she had lost her virginity at college. No, I convinced myself; there's no way my sister would be that reckless.

"I don't know, you tell me. You can tell me anything; you know that, right?"

I knew I could but this was different. "I know. There's nothing to tell."

She searched my face for an answer to a question she did not have to ask. She knew that I heard her; there was no doubt about it. The question was, what should we do about it?

"Can I ask you something personal?" She had a dead serious look on her face as she approached the bed and sat next to me.

"Of course, sis. What is it?"

"Do you ever...think about...do you ever fantasize about Tanya?"

I did not see that coming. My mind was racing. Do I answer her truthfully? Where is this leading? "I'm human. I do sometimes," I replied, my voice trailing off.

"Do you...ever do more than fantasize?"

"No," I said truthfully. Then I realized where she was going with her questioning. "Do you?"

Ashley looked me straight in the eyes. "You know I do. You heard me tonight; you probably heard me last night."

"Ashley, it's okay. Have you asked for forgiveness? Did you go to confession?"

"Of course I go to confession," she said, "but I can't help myself, Michael. I get these urges; I have for years but I never acted on them until I was at college. Now that I know what..." She whispered, "...it feels like...I need it more and more."

I felt sorry for Ashley. She was obviously tormented by her body's betrayal. I kneeled at the side of the bed and motioned for Ashley to follow. "Let's ask God for forgiveness and guidance. Can I ask you something, sis?"

She nodded.

"Are you still...a virgin?"

"Yes," she said very quickly and defensively.

"Then let us pray."

* * * *

I didn't hear my sister committing a cardinal sin for almost two weeks. That changed one Saturday afternoon while our parents were out running errands and I was lying by the pool. When I went inside to get a drink, I heard a muffled sound coming from the other side of the house. As I drew closer, the sounds turned into groans. I felt my heart in my throat. I turned down the hall past my room to my sister's bedroom. Her door was cracked open just enough for me to see inside. My body betrayed me as I instantly became aroused.

Ashley was on top of her bed on her knees, face down turned away from the door with her butt up in the air. She was naked. She had what I knew to be a dildo inside her body, moving it in and out in a slow, rhythmic motion as she used her other hand to rub her clit. Ashley moaned in cadence with the thrusts of the dildo, muffled by the pillow her head rested on. I was disconcerted by her weakness...and mine - because I should have barged in and stopped her, but I didn't. Instead, I stood in the doorway and watched with a mixture of loathing (directed at both myself and Ashley), shock, and desire. Ashley flipped onto her back, her body lying diagonally on the bed so that I could see her face and the dildo pumping in and out of her vagina. Unaware that I was watching or that anyone was in the house, Ashley's moans became more urgent, her voice hoarse, her fingers on her clit matching the speed of her other hand.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh...oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," she exclaimed as she raised her hips off the bed. 

"Huh, huh, ugh..." The veins in her neck pulsed as her mouth fell agape in a silent scream. Her legs clamped together, trapping the dildo still shoved deep inside her body. She screamed out, completely losing control as she furiously pumped the dildo in and out of her body. Squeezing her left breast with her now free hand, she pinched the nipple between her thumb and forefinger. "Fuck!" she hissed through clenched teeth as her body quivered, then convulsed as she covered her mouth to smothering another scream. 

Finally, she slowly pulled the dildo out; it was slick, wet with her arousal. Ashley placed it next to her, let out a sigh that solicited a quiver from her body, then wiped the perspiration from her forehead with the back of her hand. It was the first time I had ever seen anything like it, of course, and it forever changed me and my relationship with my sister.

I looked down at my bathing suit. The bulge in my shorts was undeniable. I became sexual aroused from watching my sister bring herself to orgasm. How could I possibly confess this to our priest? 

I was about to leave when Ashley put on her panties and t-shirt and knelt on the floor. 

"I'm sorry," she whispered, hands clasped. "God, forgive me for my sins just as you forgave Peter and those that crucified you." She reached into the bottom drawer of her nightstand, lifted something up, then pulled an object from the drawer. It was an instrument of pain - a black, leather flogger. It was large, with a thick handle and long leather straps.

"Count not my transgressions, but my tears of repentance." With that, Ashley swung the instrument over her shoulder, striking the middle of her back. A sigh escaped her lips as she struck herself again. "Remember not my iniquities, but my sorrow for the offenses I have committed against you." Arching her back, Ashley struck her butt with as much force as she could muster, eliciting another whimper. 

"Count not my transgressions, but my tears of repentance." Thwack! 

"Remember not my iniquities, but my sorrow for the offenses I have committed against you." Whack!

With each heavy blow, my body flinched in response. I was entranced - by her devotion and commitment and by the spectacle of self-flagellation. This continued for at least another five minutes before Ashley replaced the flogger in its hiding place and finished her prayer. It was only then that I noticed the beads of sweat on my forehead...and the hard-on that still raged in my shorts.

I avoided conversation with her during dinner, not knowing what to say. That night as I lay in bed, I begged God to forgive me and Ashley for our sins and I hoped he would give us a chance to redeem ourselves. 

* * * *

All was quiet over the next few days. I started working part-time in a hospital cafeteria so I could have some extra spending money while Ashley worked as a hostess at a restaurant. The next "incident" occurred on a Wednesday morning. I awoke to the obvious sounds of Ashley in the throes of an orgasm. It was muffled but it was deafening to my ears. With a start, I looked over at my bedside clock, worried that our parents were still home; it was 8:15. They had both been gone for work for at least a half-hour.

Determined to help my sister, I got up and went to her door, which was closed. I was about to open it when it dawned on me that she would probably be naked, and she didn't know that I had seen her previously. I knocked.

"Ashley, it's Michael."

I heard her reply in a muffled tone, "Just a second." There was a shuffling and then she opened her bedroom door. She wore her silk nightgown. Her long, dark hair was in a tussle and she had a dazed look in her eyes as she looked into mine.

"Where is it?" I asked, referring to the glass dildo I should have helped her get rid of before.

"What?"

"Ashley, I can't help you unless you meet me halfway."

She gave me a look that was both quizzical and guilty.

"Are you going to make me say it?" I asked. "The dildo," I whispered, embarrassed.

She turned and retrieved the instrument from under the sheets. I had interrupted her before she could clean it. Her scent was strong, sending my blood to places I wish it wouldn't go; I closed my eyes in concentration and left the room. Placing it in my gym bag so that I could dispose of it later, I went back into Ashley's bedroom. She was on her knees facing the bed, the flogger resting by her side as she prayed.

"God forgive me for my sins."

She must have heard me in the doorway because she turned her head and shoulders to face me. "Michael..."

Her eyes followed mine to the flogger, a leather strand touching the exposed skin of her toned calf.

"I know you've been engaging in self-flagellation to repent your sins," I said.

She looked more relieved than surprised.

I stepped across the threshold, not knowing what to do. Should we go to the church together and confess our sins? Should we pray together here and now? I was so confused, I just talked. "Does it...work?" I was searching for the right word. "Does it help?"

"Yes," she sighed. "I need to be punished, not absolved." She turned to face me, still on her knees. "I need to feel my penance." She took the grip of the instrument in her hand and lifted it above her head toward me. "Please, Michael. You're the only one I can trust. Help me."

Needless to say, I was absolutely floored. A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. Should I help her with her penance? Was it my place to help her? Shouldn't she be seeking help from a priest or maybe our dad? As terrible as Ashley's sins were, I was not innocent in this. How could I "turn her in" when I could help her strengthen her will instead; after all, wasn't that at the heart of the problem. We are all flawed; some of us have better willpower than others. If I could help my sister gain the will to resist these urges, I was going to do whatever it took. I took the flogger from her outstretched hand, testing the weight of the leather as I swung it through the air.

Ashley stood and said, "Thank you, Michael...Where do you want me?" There was a hint of anticipation in her voice that almost gave me pause. 

"On the bed," I said without emotion. I tried to stay even-keeled.




Original Sin



Still facing me, Ashley untied the knot of her robe and placed it at the foot of the bed. She still wore the panties and t-shirt she had slept in, and I couldn't help but take measure of her body. She had an hourglass figure that she had inherited from our mother. My penis twitched ever so slightly at the sight of her large breasts pressed against her shirt, the nipples hard. I closed my eyes and steeled myself for what was to come. Ashley crawled on the bed and got on her knees and elbows, her head resting on the sheets.

"God forgive me for my sins, just as you forgave Peter and those that crucified you."

I braced myself for the blow.

"Count not my transgressions, but my tears of repentance."

With a flick of my wrist, the flogger made a whooshing sound as it cut through the thick air before impacting Ashley's back. She exhaled in response before continuing with her prayer.

"Remember not my iniquities, but my sorrow for the offenses I have committed against you."

I struck her again, this time at the small of her back.

"Count not my transgressions, but my tears of repentance."

I swung the flogger in a sideways motion, making contact with her behind - partially hitting the cotton fabric of her panties, partially hitting her skin.

"Remember not my iniquities, but my sorrows for the offenses I have committed against you."

I struck her again across the back.

"Forgive me."

I struck her butt, making her flinch.

"Ugh," she grunted.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Three consecutive strikes across her back.

"Count not my transgressions..."

The flogger came down hard against her ass.

"...but my tears of repentance!" she exclaimed in pain as I flogged her a final time, striking her reddened skin.

I wiped the sweat from my brow and threw the flogger on the bed. It was only then that I realized that I had a massive bulge in my pajama bottoms that was all too obvious to my sister as she rolled over onto her side, a look of exhaustion and something else I couldn't quite place on her face.

"Thank you, Michael," she said, out of breath. "I know that must have been hard for you."

I turned to hide my arousal. "I love you sis."

* * * *

Almost two weeks passed before Ashley came to me again. It was a Friday night around 11:30 in the evening. I was in my room Skyping with Tanya. We were discussing what we might do the next day when there was a soft knock on the door, so soft that I barely heard it. Before I could react, Ashley cracked open the door and poked her head through. I glanced over at her while still carrying on my conversation with Tanya. Ashley had a mixture of guilt and distress written on her face. As she walked into my room, I saw the flogger at her side.

"Tanya, Ashley needs to talk to me. I'll call you tomorrow morning. Goodnight."

I placed my iPad on the nightstand and stood. "What is it?" I asked, looking first at the instrument in my sister's hand, then into her eyes.

Ashley bit her bottom lip before answering. "When I was at the mall today," she began, "I was trying on some clothes in the fitting room." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "While I was in there, I touched myself. Her face reddened as she continued. "I sat on the bench opposite the mirror and watched myself. Michael, it was so exhilarating, I couldn't help it!"

I took a step toward her in response to the imploring look in her eyes.

"God help me, I couldn't stop...that's not it - I didn't *want* to stop."

As I reached for the flogger that she held in her hand, I felt the heat of her skin touching mine. "Let's go downstairs where they won't hear us," I said, matter-of-factly. Ashley turned without saying a word and I followed her down to the basement, which was half-finished. One part was used as a bar/entertaining room, the other part (which was closed off by a single door) was used for storage. I closed the door leading downstairs then led her to the unfinished part of the basement, closing the second door behind me. A strange feeling came over me that was difficult to evaluate at the time and confusing to assess now. I knew exactly what I was going to do as if I had planned it out ahead of time.

"Take off your robe," I said, without a hint of emotion even though my heart was racing.

Ashley removed her robe and placed it on a nearby box. She wore a white tank top, her hard nipples clearly visible in the light, and a pair of pajamas shorts that barely covered her butt. I took the strap from her robe, tossed one end over a beam, then motioned for her to come closer. As she approached, a look of realization followed by anticipation came over her beautiful face. I tied her to the beam, her arms over her head. The position forced her to arch her back, making her ample chest and round butt stand out.

"God forgive me for my sins," she said in a hushed tone.

"What sins did you commit?" 

She hesitated for only a moment, then said, "Today, while I was in the mall, I pleasured myself."

I could feel my heart beating in my chest. "What precisely did you do?"

"While I was changing in the fitting room to try on a dress, I stripped down to my underwear...after I tried on the dress, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. I liked what I saw; I felt pretty. Sexy."

I lashed out in one quick, fluid motion, striking Ashley directly on the behind with the flogger. She let out a surprised grunt of pain.

"Then what did you do?"

"I began to touch my breasts through my bra, playing with my nipples; they were so hard, Michael, I..."

Whack! Again across her butt. She flinched, then steadied herself.

"I started touching myself through my panties; but that wasn't enough. I needed more so I took off my panties, sat on the bench opposite the mirror, and spread my legs open so I could have better access and see myself."

Whack! Against her lower back.

I was just going to touch myself for a minute then leave, but my fingers felt so good against my clit, how could it be a sin, Michael? How?"

I struck her across her breasts, her nipples hard as diamonds.

"I slipped a finger inside." She shuddered as she spoke. "Then I put another finger inside me."

I was rock hard listening to her re-tell her story, her shallow breathing making her chest heave up and down only added to my arousal. It was almost too much to bear. I knew that I had to be strong and fight the carnal urges welling up inside me. 

"What did you do next? My voice sounded labored to my ears.

"I fingered myself while rubbing my clit with my other hand so I could...orgasm as quickly as possible."

I was both shocked at her audacity and hopelessly aroused at the same time. In one quick, almost violent motion, I pulled down her shorts. To my surprise (though in hindsight I shouldn't have been), she did not have on panties. 

"Michael, what are you..."

Before she could finish her sentence, I lashed her hard with the flogger, leaving red marks on her bare ass.

"What did you do next?"

I tried to calm myself as she continued.

"I stayed in the fitting room and made myself come while there were people on either side of me changing. There was an attendant right outside the door but I didn't care."

I maneuvered so that I was standing in front of her. We looked into each other's eyes and read the same look on each other's face. We had crossed a line by taking her penance into our own hands. We both knew that we were dangerously close to crossing another. I walked up to her and untied her from the beam. I could smell her sex.

"I need to go," I said, then turned and left, leaving my sister standing there half naked and me with a confused conscience.

* * * *

The next day, Tanya and I were out walking a set of trails at a local park. We brought a picnic lunch and were walking back to the car when we stopped so I could take a picture of her with my phone. It was a beautiful spot where the sunlight partially broke through the trees, creating a ray effect behind her. After taking the photo, I checked how it came out; she looked incredible. The sunlight, her wavy blonde hair, her perfectly proportioned athletic body in a yellow sundress - it sent my mind places it shouldn't have gone. 

"How do I look?" she asked, an innocent smile on her face.

I stood next to her and showed her the photo. "You look amazing," I said, smelling her hair and a faint hint of perfume. 

Without thinking, I leaned in and we kissed. She began to step back when I brought my hand to the back of her neck and gently held her as I slowly parted my lips. I needed to taste her, if only for a moment. Tanya moaned into my mouth, making me instantly aroused; then, just as quickly, she softly pushed me away. "No, Michael. We can't. It's not right."

I was a little frustrated - between what was going on with my sister, my own growing self-doubts about what was right and wrong, and the seemingly draconian restrictions on courtship by our church - I lashed out. "Why is it wrong for two adults - and yes, we are 18 - why is it wrong for me to show my affection toward my girlfriend?"

"We can kiss...just not like that," she replied.

"Great; so I can kiss my girlfriend the same way I kiss my my mom!" As I said it, I became more frustrated. "Can't you see how ridiculous that is!? The church equates intercourse and French kissing. I don't know why it's taken me so long to wake up, but that's just plain stupid!"

"It's God's will!" she exclaimed.

"Somehow, I highly doubt it. Look, Tanya, I care about you, but I need to start making my own decisions and living my life and serving God how I see fit; not based on some random BS thought up by men hundreds of years ago." The words came out of my mouth before I could stop myself. Is that really what I thought, I wondered.

Tears welled up in Tanya's eyes, making me feel terrible but undaunted. "I'm sorry, Michael, but I can't follow you down this road."

"I know," I said, now calm, almost peaceful. I kissed her on the forehead and led her silently back to the car.

The next few days were full of confusion and introspection. Everything I was taught to believe was being challenged, not by some outside force, but by my own thoughts and feelings. I still believed in God, but did I believe in the God I was being sold? The God that said being gay is a sin even though God made them that way; that it was a sin to be aroused by looking at a beautiful woman; that you should kiss someone you are romantically involved with the same way you would kiss your mother; that it was a sin to use contraception - ever? I was at a crossroads and I was vulnerable, no doubt about it.

It was while in this state that I awoke from a dream soaked in sweat. It certainly wasn't the first time I had awoken from an erotic dream, but it was the most vivid and startling one that I could remember having. When I closed my eyes to slow my breathing and gather myself, the images came rushing back. There was Tanya in her sundress, the sunlight in the background allowing me to see her body's silhouette under the thin fabric. She came up to me and pressed her body against mine as we kissed - at first tentatively, and then more passionately as I wrapped my arms around her waist. Tanya slid down to her knees while at the same time unbuckling my belt. It was then that I felt another presence behind me. Although I couldn't see who it was, I knew it was Ashley. I could feel Tanya's hot breath on me as Ashley whispered in my ear, "How many Hail Mary's will it take to absolve you from having your girlfriend suck your cock?"

It was then that I had woken up in a daze, still hard from my dream. I wanted and needed a release so badly, I allowed my right hand to slowly make it's way down the length of my body. Only then did the weight of the dream become real - my arousal was clear as could be. I absently allowed myself to stroke my manhood through my pajama bottoms. Just for a minute, I thought; just for minute...

I pulled down my bottoms and boxer briefs in one, fluid motion, and took my cock in my hand for the first time with intent. I started agonizingly slow but soon couldn't help but pick up the tempo. It felt so good, I couldn't believe I had waited so long or that I had thought there was something wrong with it. Gathering my wits, I quickly pulled up my pants and went down the hall to the bathroom, yanked them down to my ankles, and continued where I had left off. At this point, there was no turning back the clock. I felt my skin flush as my cock swelled in my hand. It was a feeling I can't quite describe, but it was incredible. I closed my eyes and fantasized about Tanya as she was in the dream - on her knees. As I crossed the point of no return, another image flashed across my mind's eye, and it sent me over the edge - the image of my sister on her knees next to Tanya, ready to take the load I was about to release. With that, I leaned against the wall as a crushing wave hit me followed by successive contractions that left me spent, dazed, and desperate for more.

When I awoke the next morning, years of Catholic guilt gripped my conscience. While in the midst of the act, the guilt derived from sensual pleasure receded to the background; but now it came to the fore, and I did what any good Catholic is supposed to do in such an instance - I went to church and confessed to my priest that I had masturbated. I can't say I felt better as I walked out of the church, but at least I had confessed my sins. 

I wish I could say that that was the end of the story - that I confessed my sins, realized the error of my ways, and never looked back, but that's not how Catholic guilt works; at least that's not how it worked for me. When you're guilty for being human, there's going to be a lot of stumbling along the way.

A couple weeks after I confessed my sin of self-pleasure, I came to Ashley in the middle of the night after having another dream that involved her in a compromising position; of course, I didn't tell her about that part, but I did tell her about my struggles and whether she still had guilt over what she had been doing. I hadn't heard her in her room since that time in the basement when I had disciplined her, and I asked her if she had stopped engaging in the "sinful" activity or had just gotten better at hiding it.

"I haven't since...we were in the basement together," she replied in a soft voice.

"Why?"

She thought about it for a moment. "I'm not sure. You've made it clear that you think it's wrong, and you also seem to be re-dedicating yourself to the faith." She paused for a moment and then continued, "Let's be real, Michael. Your flogging me may have started as a way to help me repent, but we both know it became something else, at least in part - I enjoyed it...and I know for a fact you did too."

Of course she was right. We were fooling ourselves to think what we were doing would ever be accepted by our parents or sanctioned by the church.

"I know I've made a decision," she said. "This is only my opinion - you need to make up your own mind - but I believe the church is wrong. Maybe what you and I were doing together is a sin, since we're brother and sister - that, I get. But kissing a boyfriend with a little tongue? Really? We're over 18 years-old, Michael. We can drive a car, vote, get married, serve in the military, but God forbid I have sex with a man that I care about. God forbid I engage in oral sex and he comes anywhere other than my pussy. What is this? The Middle Ages? I'm done with having the purpose of my life being a vessel for some guy I probably haven't even met yet."

I couldn't believe the frustration and borderline anger in her voice.

She continued, "If I want to make myself feel good and touch myself, who am I hurting? If I want to show my boyfriend that I'm attracted to him, why can't I kiss him in a way that doesn't remind him of kissing his mother? If I enjoy being tied up dominated, that's my business and mine alone - it has nothing to do with my relationship to God and everything to do with my relationship with my partner or my own sensuality...and if I want to have safe sex with someone I care about deeply, why can't I?"

Despite my renewed commitment to the church, Ashley's tirade and corresponding arguments sliced right through my resolve. "I think you're right," I said. "I've been struggling with this since I was probably 15, and obviously even more so recently." I wondered if I should tell her what I had done and what led to my renewed commitment to my faith, as fleeting as it seemed to be.

"There's something I want to tell you," I said, moving closer to her on the bed so that our legs touched. "A few weeks ago, I...masturbated for the first time." I looked into her eyes for a reaction; she maintained a serious, concentrated look on her face. "I only did it once; I felt so guilty that I went to confession."

"How did it feel?" she asked, knowing damn well the answer.

"For the last few weeks," I began, "that was irrelevant. It isn't any more." After pausing for a moment, I continued, "It felt so good. I wanted to do it again so badly but I thought it was wrong. I've come to realize it's completely natural and that there is nothing wrong with it."

Ashley smiled, placing a hand on my thigh and squeezing. Her touch made my heart skip a beat.

"But, there's something else to address, isn't there?" I asked, regaining my composure. "You enjoy being tied up and dominated."

"Yes," she said, in a whisper

"I enjoy doing it to you," I continued. 

"So where does that leave us?" she asked, a look of anticipation on her face.

"I don't know."

* * * *

The week before Ashley and I went away to college - she for her sophomore year, me for my first year - our parents took us to Myrtle Beach. It took about four and a half hours to drive to the Marriott, which was right on the beach.

During the drive, Ashley and I sat in the back of the Kia Sorento, mostly in our own worlds listening to music on our iPhones. Neither of us had broached the subject in question since we last talked. I know for me, I was still trying to figure out what I believed and what the implications were of those beliefs. I was also keenly aware that I had opened a Pandora's box in my own mind when I masturbated for the first time; I knew there was no going back and that eventually I would give in to my desires. 

I glanced over at my sister, who had her earbuds in and eyes closed. She wore a red, scoop neck tee that clung to her body, and a white skirt that had bunched up during the course of the trip, exposing her upper thighs. I caught myself staring and turned to look out the window, but the "damage" had been done. I shifted in my seat to alleviate the pressure building in my shorts as my cock pulsed to life. I cursed myself for thinking what I was thinking. I found a podcast on iTunes and downloaded it, hoping to take my mind off the elicit thoughts swirling in my head.

The hotel was pretty nice. A walk through the pool area took us right to the beach, which was crowed with sunbathers, people playing frisbee, and kids building sandcastles. We arrived around three o'clock but were able to check in early. The person at the desk said they would be able to put us all on the fourteenth. My room was diagonally across from my Ashley's, while our parents room was three doors down on my sister's side of the hall. My room was fairly spacious, with a king-size bed, a flat screen TV, and a view of the resort pool.

The first evening, we decided to stay close to the hotel. We explored the amenities, the pool, and the beach before going our separate ways for a couple hours prior to dinner, which we had at the hotel restaurant. Throughout the evening, there seemed to be a low hum of electricity between me and Ashley. There was unfinished business between us and we both knew it and felt it.




Original Sin



The next morning after breakfast, we all met down at the beach. There were lounge chairs that belonged to the hotel, and to our surprise, we found several open ones next to each other. I was in the middle of my book, when I caught a glimpse of Ashley walking back from the water. (She had gone straight to the ocean when we got to the beach.) Her bathing suit was much more conservative than the skimpy bikini I still imagined her in from time to time, but it didn't matter; the one-piece may have covered up her midriff, but the only way to hide her curvaceous figure would be to wear a potato sack. As she walked up to where we were sitting, she glanced over at me with a smirk. Busted.

After drying off, Ashley announced that she was going to go to the restroom and get something to drink. After about a half-hour, my mother asked, "Where's your sister?"

"I don't know'" I replied, "Let me see." I pulled out my phone and sent her a text.

*Where are u? Mom's asking.*

*In my room. Tell her I got tired of the sun.*

*What are u doing?* *I just took a shower. But that's not all...I think I need to be punished. Do u believe in corporal punishment?*

"She's up in her room," I answered. "She said she was tired of being in the sun. I am too," I lied, "what time do you want to meet for lunch?"

"How about 12:30," my dad said.

I nodded and made my way up to the hotel. As I rode up the elevator, my body tingled with anticipation. Did she bring the flogger with her, I wondered. If not, what would I use to punish her? I may have to spank her, I thought, chuckling in both amusement and nervous anticipation.

My heart pounded in my chest as I knocked on her door. A few beats of my heart later and the door opened. I stood still, momentarily frozen in the hallway as Ashley wore a white, terry cloth hotel robe, her long dark hair in a ponytail. I crossed the threshold, following my sister into the room as she sat on the bed. 

I was still trying to figure out exactly what I was going to do when she said, "I've been so bad, Michael. I knew I would; that's why I brought this along." She reached into the top drawer of the nightstand. Sitting next to the King James Bible was the leather flogger. She took it in her hand, almost caressingly, and held it out for me. Without hesitation, I took it.

Feeling more sure of myself, I said, "Take off your robe and tell me why you should be punished."

Ashley smiled, her cheeks becoming flush with embarrassment, arousal, or perhaps both. She slipped off the robe, letting it fall at her feet. My manhood instantly began to swell at the sight of her curves. She wore matching white lace bra and panties, the purchase of which she obviously kept from our parents.

She crawled on the bed and got on her hands and knees facing the headboard. "When I was down at the beach, the mixture of the heat of the sun and the way men were staring at me made me so horny, I had to touch myself before I lost my mind."

"What did you do when you got up here?"

"I started touching myself, but I was so hot that I got a better idea. So, I got in the shower and turned the shower head to the massage mode."

At this point, I maneuvered into an advantageous position and struck her in the middle of her ass. She jumped in reaction but then settled back, anticipating the next blow.

"I moved so that the beads of water hit my clit." She closed her eyes as if reliving the moment. "God, it felt so good...the steady rhythm of the water hitting my pussy over and over and over..."

WHACK! I struck her across the small of her back.

WHACK! Again across her beautiful, round butt.

"I stuck a finger in my pussy while the water massaged my clit. It didn't take long to come once I started fingering myself."

Whack! Whack! Whack! I started flogging her ass in a steady, rhythmic tempo that had her swaying back and forth, anticipating the blows.

"I came so hard," she continued in a hoarse voice, "I thought I was going to explode in a million pieces...that's when you texted me, and I needed you to punish me."

I moved closer to her as I continued to punish her with the leather flogger. I could smell her scent, and it made my cock stiff in my shorts. Her skin was beat red with marks all along her round ass cheeks. I stopped and allowed her to catch her breath.

"You're enjoying your punishment a little too much," I said with a smirk "I'm going to have to up the ante next time."

With that, I turned and left, my raging hard-on aching in my shorts. I checked the clock; it was noon. I went straight to the bathroom, dropped my shorts to my ankles, and made myself come so hard, I saw stars. That night, when I had time to think, I wondered how far we were willing to go. I said I would "up the ante" but what was I willing to do? Utilize other instruments of control or pain? Tie her to the bed and punish her as she lay helpless? (I kind of liked that idea.). As I drifted off to sleep, I made a mental checklist of the things I would need if I was going to take this to the next level.

* * * *

The next morning, after having breakfast, we decided we were going to go mini-golfing before it got too hot. Despite me and my sister's protests, we actually had a fun time. The course was only a few blocks from the hotel, so when we were done, I said that I would meet everyone for lunch but I wanted to walk along the boardwalk. I used that time to get a few things for later; a store a few blocks from the hotel proved to be very useful.

Between the time we hung out at the beach after lunch to dinner was the opportune time to act. People were generally not in their rooms during that time of day, allowing for a little more privacy. Ashley and I were sitting next to each other on the beach when I sent her a text.

*Go up to your room and get ready.*

*For what?*

*Your daily penance.*

Ashley looked at me and smiled. "I'm going inside for a bit," she announced.

I couldn't help but turn my head to watch Ashley saunter up to the the hotel, her ass swaying with an obvious flair that made me grab my towel and toss it over my bathing suit. 

About 15 minutes later, I excused myself and walked up to my room. Ashley and I had already crossed a line. How many more would we be willing to cross? I couldn't answer that question for myself, let alone for Ashley. What I did know for sure was what I was willing to do today. I stopped by my room, grabbed the bag, then knocked on her door.

Ashley opened the door, looked into my eyes, looked down at the bag in my hand, then back up at me. Having control of the situation gave me a confidence I had not had previously. I stepped into her room, placed the Do Not Disturb sign on the door, and latched the safety lock. This last action elicited a slight grin from my sister.

"What do you have in store for me?" she asked. "I actually haven't touched myself today. Do I still need to be punished?"

Knowing what I was about to say, I had a sense of anticipation and anxiety. "In order to properly punish you, I need to see you committing the act."

"Michael!" she exclaimed in a surprised tone. 

"Show me how you touch yourself."

As the words came out of my mouth, part of me wanted to desperately pull them back. But, after Ashley's initial look of surprise, another look came over her beautiful face - lust. 

Her eyes transfixed on me, Ashley untied the knot on her robe and let it fall to the ground. In my mind, the sound of her robe hitting the floor was deafening. She wore a light pink bra and panties set, the top of her large breasts almost busting out of her bra. As she turned to get on the bed, I caught a glimpse of her nipples, hard and erect. I placed the bag next to the nearby chair and sat down. 

Ashley cupped her breasts in her hands, teasing them; then took her nipples between her fingers and sighed as she pinched them between her thumb and forefinger. After propping herself up on a pillow, she continued to play with her nipples with one hand while her other hand drifted agonizingly slow down her perfectly shaped body until her fingers hovered over her panty-covered sex. I shifted in my seat to alleviate the pressure mounting in my shorts; this elicited a smile from Ashley. She knew what she was doing to me and she loved it.

She spread her legs wide, giving me a perfect view of her body. Lying back on a pillow, Ashley traced along the length of her pussy lips, occasionally focusing on her clit. As she became more aroused, her hips began to gyrate as if they had a mind of their own. Seemingly unable to wait any longer, she slipped her hand underneath the thin fabric of her panties.

"Ohhh," she murmured, as her fingers began circling her button.

She pulled her hand away momentarily to lick her fingers before slipping them back under her panties. 

"Mmmmm," she cooed, "feels soooo good."

I had a straight-shot view of my sister's crotch, her toned legs trembling with arousal, her hand working deliberately as her moans became louder with each passing minute. Not wanting her to orgasm too soon, I stood and walked to the side of the bed. At first, she didn't realize I was there as she continued to pleasure herself. She was truly incredible. Ashley's curvaceous body was beautifully toned; her left breast had been freed from her bra as she cupped in her hand; her long dark hair was splayed out on the bed, framing her face, which was frozen in a combination of pleasure and agony. I could have watched her all day.

After snapping myself out of my reverie, I reach out to my sister and place a hand on her wrist, momentarily stopping her momentum. Her eyes shot open in surprise as she drew in a quick, sharp breath.

"I think that's enough for the moment," I said, a slight quiver in my voice. "Stand up and clasp your arms behind your back."

Without a word, but with a mischievous grin, she complied. I took out the the silk rope that I had purchased earlier and, with only a little bit of effort, secured her hands behind her back, resulting in an exaggerated, upright posture that pushed her breasts out from her body. Before Ashley could say anything, I placed a sleep mask over her eyes, blindfolding her, and told her to spread her legs.

I maneuvered her away from the bed so that she stood in the middle of the room, vulnerable and open to what I had planned next. I went to her nightstand and retrieved the flogger. Since we were at the beach every day, I had to be careful not to use it too much so as to not leave any lasting marks; but that didn't mean I couldn't use it for a little while. Without warning, I struck her on her panty-covered, perfectly shaped ass. Ashley jumped and whimpered in reaction. I struck her on her left butt cheek and then her right, alternating between the two in quick succession as she struggled to maintain her balance.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, knowing her answer.

Ashley swallowed and replied, "No."

"Keep your legs spread," I said, moving in front of her as she turned her head trying to figure out where I was.

Ashley often wore bras that unclasped in the front; I had noticed earlier that this was true of the one she was currently wearing. I unclasped it and pushed the straps down her arms, providing me full access to her magnificent tits.

"Wha-what are you doing?"

I lightly tapped her sex with the flogger, the leather strands teasing her clit. "I thought you didn't want me to stop."

"I don't."

"Do you trust me to go only as far as I know you're willing?"

"Yes," she replied in whisper.

After giving her panties one more tap, I whipped the leather across her left breast and then her right. Ashley bit her lip, holding her breath as she took the punishment. Ensuring that I indeed wouldn't go further than she was willing, I said, "I understand that safe words are often used in situations like this. If you want me to stop what I'm doing at any time - and this is for now and in the future - say the word catapult. Okay?

"Okay," she replied, swallowing hard.

After a couple more strikes to her tits, I took a step back to admire my sister. She was the embodiment of sex - her hands tied behind her back, Ashley continued to stand with her legs spread wide. Her large D-cup breasts hung heavily but firmly, the nipples hard, a few red marks along the underside where I had focused my attention. Her breathing was shallow and erratic, making her chest move up and down in a way that was incredibly erotic. Her panties were clearly damp, and I longed to feel her wetness.

Reaching into my bag, I pulled out two clothes pins. My hand trembled ever-so-slight as I reached out and cupped her left tit in my hand. Ashley took a half a step back, taking in a sharp breath; but instead of protesting, she squared her hips and stood tall, her lips parted as I took her in my hand. She felt amazing. It was surprising how firm yet soft it was, and I couldn't help but moan aloud as I played with it. I felt my cock once again swell in my shorts, and I shifted to accommodate it's size. Ashley gasped as I ran my thumb across the nipple, making it erect. I then took it between my fingers and squeezed, gently at first, and then with more pressure.

"Ugh," she grunted in response.

Next, I took one of the clothes pins and slowly closed it around the erect nipple.

"Ow!" she exclaimed.

I watched her reactions carefully, looking for a sign that she wanted me to stop. After the initial shock, she steadied herself. Still having the green light, I repeated the process with her right breast; I then stood back and admired her once again. Reflexively, I touched myself through my shorts. I couldn't think of a time my cock had felt so hard. Turning her around, I untied her hands and had her lean over the bed, placing her hands on the mattress to brace herself. Coming up behind her, I ached to press my manhood against her, but controlled the urge to do so; instead, I spanked her across her right cheek, then her left. Ashley whimpered with each stroke of my hand.

Right.

Left.

Right.

Left.

With each strike her grunts grew louder and louder. Her skin felt incredible under my touch. Just when I thought she couldn't take another blow, I said, "Touch yourself."

Ashley immediately began rubbing her clit with her right hand while still leaning on her left. After a minute or so, I began spanking her again - not as hard as before, but more consistently. 

"Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed. "Yes...Yes...Yes," she intoned after each slap. "Oh, my God; Oh, my God; Oh, my God!"

Ashley's legs were quivering when I took her by the shoulders and held her to me, her back against my chest, my right arm around her waist, and my left around her neck.

"Don't stop," I whispered in her ear, "I want to watch you come."

"Oh, God, Michael....fuck!"

She pressed her body against mine, her ass grinding against my stiff manhood. When Ashley felt the state of my arousal, she lost it - she pushed her panties down to her knees and slipped two fingers inside her pussy while continuing to rub her clit at a feverish pace. Sounds of agony and desperation escaped her lips as I held her tight, lost in the moment. I felt both in control and completely helpless at the same time. Ashley stiffened momentarily before letting out a low, guttural groan. As she did this, I released the clothes pins from her nipples, causing her to cry out as her orgasm hit her. I held her tight as the waves of pleasure pounded her body. When they had finally subsided, I let her fall to the bed, spent and glistening with perspiration.

A few moments passed that felt like an eternity before she spoke. She looked down at my crotch and I couldn't help but follow her eyes. My bathing suit was having a terrible time concealing my arousal.

"Looks like you enjoyed the show," she said without a hint of humor. 

"I have some business to take care of, thanks to you," I replied. Conflicted but still having my wits about me, I walked over to her and kissed her on the forehead. "I love you, sis."

"I love you," she replied.

As I opened the door to leave, she started, "Michael - never mind; I'll see you at dinner."

As I got myself off, there was only one image in my fantasy - my sister sucking my cock. And, as I exploded with a crippling orgasm, I imagined my sister on her knees, swallowing my load.

The following day, we didn't have an opportunity to play as our father had planned a full day of tourist activities for us. The next day as I laid on the lounge chair next to my sister, I hadn't made up my mind what I was going to do to her; just that there was no doubt in my mind that at some point this afternoon, we would have an opportunity. I placed my book to the side, closed my eyes, and got lost in thought.

At around two o'clock, I excused myself and went up to my room to take a shower. I texted Ashley and told her to shower, dress, and come to my room. I was prepared for her when she knocked at my door.

Ashley wore a light blue tank top that was tasteful enough to pass our parent's inspection, but with her curves, it bordered on flirtatious. Her shorts accentuated her butt, which I caught a wonderful view of as she stepped into the room. 

"Strip down to your panties," I said as evenly as I could despite my racing heart. With each step we'd taken, we'd gotten more and more bold. I wondered where the line was because I wasn't sure where to stop or if I'd want to.

Ashley hesitated momentarily, then looking straight into my eyes with a stare that instantly elevated my heart rate, she lifted the tank top over her head and tossed it to the nearby chair. Working deliberately, she unbuttoned her shorts and pushed them slowly down her shapely legs; when they hit the floor, she playfully kicked them over to the chair. Standing in just her bra and panties, she turned around and faced away from me as she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. Just fifteen minutes earlier, I had masturbated in an attempt to take the edge off; we hadn't even started yet and I was already uncomfortably hard. While her back was still turned away from me I adjusted myself. 

Ashley turned her head, "I saw that. Is that what I do to you?" she asked as she turned to face me.

My heart skipped a beat. "God, Ashley; you are so fucking beautiful."

Ashely blushed and looked away momentarily. "Panties too?" she asked, reflexively touching herself as she spoke.

I thought for a moment then replied, "Not yet." I wanted to leave something to my imagination!

"Where do you want me?" she asked.

"Over there," I said, pointing to the window. "When was the last time you touched yourself?"

"The last time we were together," she replied.

"Do you think you deserve an orgasm today?"

Ashley turned and faced me, a dark, lustful look on her face. "Yes."

After seeing how much she "enjoyed" the use of clothes pins on her nipples the other day, I got an idea in the middle of the night. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bag of clothes pins. I counted out ten of them and placed them on the desk near where she was standing. Ashley looked over at the pile of clothes pins and swallowed.

"I want to you to take those clothes pins and clip them to your body - two on each breast, two on your belly, and two on each of your butt cheeks. Ashley shifted her feet as she looked at me, and then the clothes pins.

"Did you think I was just going to spank you a few times and let you touch yourself?"

She shook her head.

"This is what you've wanted all along, isn't it. You wanted someone to fulfill your fantasies of being dominated, forced to do things as penance for your sins."

She sighed then whispered, "Yes, Michael...I'm glad it's you."

She took the first pin, played with her nipple to get it hard, then gingerly placed it square on her nipple. She drew in a shallow breath as she released the pin, allowing it to fully clamp down on her nipple. She repeated the process with her other tit, then went back and placed the second close pin in place. She breathed in and out as if she were in labor.




Original Sin



"How does that feel?"

"It hurts, but it feels good."

"Keep going. Two on your belly."

She placed them with little effort.

"Now two each on your butt cheeks."

Ashley placed them close to where her legs met her ass, wincing as she placed the last one.

"Now place your hands on top of your head."

Ashley clasped her hands and placed them on her head, her elbows flaring out. I could hardly believe it - there stood my gorgeous sister almost naked, clothes pins attached to her body, completely vulnerable, yet trusting me to take care of her. I couldn't imagine my cock getting any harder, but it did. I walked up to her until I was just inches away; I could smell her shampoo and the scent of her body lotion. It was intoxicating. Reaching out with my forefinger, I played with one of the pins attached to her tit.

"Ugh," she grunted in a small voice that was incredibly sexy.

"You're going to have to earn that orgasm," I said, not completely believing the words that were coming out of my mouth. Oh, how I'd changed!

"Yes," she whispered, as I played with another pin.

I took the flogger in my hand; Ashley clenched her jaw in response. Circling my sister, I calculated where I should strike first. Her breathing was shallow as she braced herself.

I picked my spot and struck. Whack! Across the small of her back. Whack! Across her ass, just above the clothes pins.

"We're going to have to get those clothes pins off, aren't we?"

As I spoke, I read the apprehension on her face.

I took aim and struck her where the clothes pins clung to the flesh of her round ass. Ashley flinched, taking in a sharp breath. 

Thwack! One of the clothes pins flew off, causing Ashley to grunt in pain.

Whack! Whack! Another pin was knocked free. I moved to her front. Ashley's eyes were clamped shut, her breathing quick and labored. I took aim and in one strike took off both pins clamped to her belly.

"Argh!" she groaned, doubling over. 

I waited for her to recover. "Do you want to stop?"

She squared up and replaced her hands on her head. "I'm ready," she replied.

I lightly hit the pins on her left breast, giving her a moment to brace herself, then flicked it with significant force. Ashley cried out but kept her posture. 

Thwack! One of the pins got knocked free.

Whack! Another pin flew off, eliciting another cry from Ashley.

I continued to flog my sister until all of the clothes pins laid on the floor. Ashley's skin was red where I had struck, and there were little dark red marks where the pins once were. She was practically out of breath, and I have to admit, so was I.

I placed the instrument on the nightstand, walked up behind her, and whispered in her ear, "Take off your panties." Without hesitation, my sister complied. I wanted to just stare at her and drink in her naked body, but I forced myself to stay on point.

"Lie on the bed," I ordered. "Remember," I said, "Your safe word is catapult."

She nodded as I secured her wrists and ankles to the bed posts, and catching a glimmer in her eyes, I blindfolded her with the sleep mask I had purchased earlier. I moved to the foot of the bed where I could finally take a moment to admire my handiwork and my sister's beauty. It was quite a site - her body formed the letter X; her breathing was erratic as she waited for what was to come. The skin of her breasts was reddened, her nipples erect. As my eyes traveled down her body, I caught my breath when I got a good look at her pussy for the first time. There was a dark bush in the form a triangle above her clit. Her arousal was plain to see as her lips were moist and swollen.

I took the flogger in my hand and trailed the leather strands over her skin. Ashley flinched at first, then relaxed, waiting for me to act.

Whack...whack...whack!

I struck her across her breasts, her thighs, her belly, and just above her clit, causing my sister to whimper.

"Please," she breathed. Ashley's hips gyrated as she spoke. "Please, Michael," she begged.

In that instant I knew what I wanted to do...and made up my mind to do it. I struck her two more times across her left tit then leaned down and softly took her into my mouth, licking the nipple as lightly as I could.

"Oh!" Ashley moaned, lifting her hips up in reaction.

Emboldened by her response, I repeated the process with her other breast.

"Fuck!" she hissed.

I took her ample tits in my hands; her skin was hot to the touch as I licked her nipples with more urgency now, flicking my tongue as fast as I could. She moaned in response, pulling on the rope. 

"Oh, God, Michael," she whined.

I stood up and gathered myself. Ashley squirmed as I decided what I was going to do next. Untying her ankles, I told Ashley to get on her knees. She placed her face down on the mattress, her ass up in the air. I couldn't help but let me fingers glide over the smooth skin of her butt. 

"Oh," she moaned. "Your hand feels so good."

Whack! I spanked her, causing her to flinch before she presented her beautiful ass for another. 

Whack! Whack! Her round butt jiggled with each strike of my hand. "Tell me what you want," I said, spanking her again.

"I...I want to touch myself so bad," she said in a labored voice.

I caressed her skin, moving closer and closer to her butt hole. I could hear sharp intakes of breath in response. My fingers glided down to her inner thighs as she reflexively spread her knees, allowing me further access. I touched myself though my shorts as I inched ever-so-close to her outer lips. Her thighs were moist as I reached her wet pussy. 

"God, Michael....please! Oh, God; Oh, fuck!" Her body responded to my touches as she pushed into my hand, trying to get me to touch her.

I wet my fingers in my mouth and grazed her clit. Ashley shuddered, pressing her body against my hand. I pulled my hand away and smacked her ass again. My voice quavered as I spoke. "You want me to touch you?"

She hesitated for only a moment. "Yes," she whispered.

Taking Ashley's hair in my fist, I slowly pulled her head back, eliciting a groan; at the same time, I rubbed her pussy, feeling for and circling her button. My cock twitched in my shorts from the sight of Ashley on her hands and knees, moaning as I rubbed her clit. God, she was so wet I couldn't believe it. I wrapped my arm around her chest and picked up the pace.

"OHHH MY GOD!" she yelled, burying her face in her pillow. 

She drew in quick breaths as I guessed she was close to coming. That's when I stopped and spanked her ass again in a steady rhythm.

"Please, Michael," she whimpered, "let me come." She was so sexy, so help me, I was drunk with lust. Still on her hands and knees, Ashley remained blindfolded and tied to the bed. I went over to the nightstand, opened the top drawer, and grabbed the glass dildo that I had previously confiscated and brought with me.

"Open your mouth."

Ashley complied and I slipped the dildo between her full lips. 

"Get it nice and wet," I said. Watching my sister lick and suck on the glass cock almost sent me over the edge.

Once I was satisfied, I climbed on the bed and kneeled behind her. Still blindfolded, Ashley looked toward me as I positioned myself, as if trying to keep track of my movements. I could see the reserved anticipation on her face - she wanted me to fuck her with the dildo but she was apprehensive, or perhaps even scared that she wanted it. I couldn't blame her as I had conflicting emotions myself.

My hands trembled from adrenaline more than nerves as I trailed the lubricated glass along the length of her slit, which was unmistakably moist from her need. She moved her hips to match my movements, trying to coax the dildo into penetrating her sex. I could barely comprehend the thoughts racing through my head as I took in the forbidden site of my own sister, naked, vulnerable, and ready for me to fuck her. Ashley's butt was full and round, the skin perfect save for the marks left by my work earlier. Her butt hole clenched reflexively as she gyrated her hips, causing my fingers to lightly caress along the crack of her ass. She shivered in response to my touch.

As I rubbed her pussy with the dildo, I could hear whispered pleas coming from my sister's mouth. At that moment, with my heart pounding in my chest, Ashley's unbelievably beautiful body ready, something changed deep inside my being. A feeling came over me unlike anything I had felt before or since - at least not quite like this. While still teasing her with the dildo, I used my other hand to slowly push my shorts down past my engorged cock to my knees.

I pulled the dildo away from her body, immediately eliciting a groan of frustration from my sister. She continued to move her hips in a rhythmic motion as I reached out with my right hand and caressed her inner thighs and butt. My manhood was now fully erect, the veins bulging, the head pulsing with the beat of my heart. It was just inches from her entrance.

"Please, Michael," she said, still tied to the bed, blindfolded, and unaware. "Please fuck me."

Using both hands, I spread her lips so that she could take me. All of me. I could feel my pulse in my neck; I could hear the beat of my heart and wondered how she possibly couldn't. The head was a half inch away from her sex She pleaded for the dildo again, begging me to fuck her. That's when I pressed the head against her entrance, easing myself into her. She was soaking wet and I slid in with little effort. I penetrated my sister, the head now fully inside her body. It was warm, almost too warm; and impossibly tight.

"Oh, God!" I gasped, unable to control myself.

It was then that Ashley realized that it wasn't the dildo making its way inside her pussy; it was me.

"Michael?" she started, "Is that you inside me?"

"Yes," I blurted out.

Ashley fell away from me as my cock slipped from her entrance. I immediately felt a sense of loss, the cool air in the room hitting my cock, which was wet from my sister's juices.

"What are you doing?!" she exclaimed. "We...we can't; it's not right! We've gone too far!"

Ashley fought against her restraints, her body writhing uncontrollably. Her ass wiggled from side to side, teasing me. My cock remained rock hard and undaunted, as did I. I wanted Ashley more than I could bear and I was going to have her. Nothing existed except my body and hers; my cock and her pussy.

"Please, let me go!"

I grabbed her by the shoulders and wrapped my right army around her neck, holding her close to me. My engorged member rested on the small of her back. I heard the slightest sigh escape her lips when she felt my length against her skin.

"You said you wanted me to fuck you," I whispered harshly in her ear. "I am going to fuck you."

"No," she whispered.

"Yes," I said, placing my cock at her still moist entrance, and pushing through her wet folds until I was buried to the hilt. "Fuck!" I hissed. She was so incredibly tight. If I lasted two minutes it would be a miracle.

"UGH," she grunted as I penetrated her. "Oh, my God!" she said in a raised, labored voice when I had filled her as much as I could.

Letting instinct take over, I lowered my hand to rub her clit as I slowly began to thrust.

"Please, no! Oh, God, please...I...ugh, ugh, fuck!" Ashley's protests were soon drowned out by the sound our bodies slapping against each other as I lost control. She tried to escape my grasp, and momentarily did so as she fell forward onto the bed. But, I stayed on top of her, leaning over her as I pounded her for all I was worth while continuing to rub her clit as fast as I could.

I soon felt a tingling sensation starting in my groin as my manhood swelled inside my sister's body. I tried to slow my pace but it was too late; I had reached the point of no return so I redoubled my efforts on both fronts - fucking my sister while rubbing her clit. As I exploded inside her, I had the presence of mind to keep up the pace, which led to my sister climaxing about 30 seconds after me. Although I was completely spent, I kept fucking her as she spasmed at the end of my cock, screaming into her pillow, and squeezing every last drop of cum from my body. 

When she was finally done, Ashley collapsed on the bed with me on top of her, my cock still inside. I could tell I was still semi-erect as it twitched in response to the aftershocks of her orgasm. I freed her wrists and pushed away her tussled hair from her face. She looked at peace, and I imagine I had a similar look on my face.

"How did you know I wanted you to keep going...despite my protests?" she asked in a weak voice. 

I kissed her fully on the lips and said, "You never used your safe word."