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Bible Belt - Part 1

Date: 4/13/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, First Time, Incest, Masturbation, Mind Control, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: PantheWriter, Rating: 94.7, Source: sexstories.com

memorised. Saturday night, she took it another step forward. Again, at the time I believed her justifications, but some part of my mind was aware that *something* was going on. “It makes such a mess, doesn’t it?” This was the first time she’d ever spoken while jerking me off. Normally she was completely focussed on my cock, treating it like it was the center of her universe (which, honestly, was pretty amazing just in itself.) I wasn’t really listening. I never told her this, but my sister’s handjobs were the greatest thing I’d ever experienced. Better than eating my favourite meal while watching my favourite film with my favourite people. It was possible I was going to hell for having my sister jerk me off nightly, but I would happily have sold my soul just for one more incestuous orgasm. It’s hard to experience that and hold a conversation at the same time. “Huh?” I said, and she slowed down slightly to get my full attention. “It makes a mess, doesn’t it? When you...y’know. Mess.” “When I come, Anne.” I corrected. Any advice I gave her about sex she lapped up, and I was trying to get her to talk dirty. Just for the fun of it, really. “Oh yeah. Sorry. When you come, when you spill your seed...it makes a bit of a mess, hey?” “No, no, it’s fine.” I wasn’t really sure where she was going, and didn’t want her to find an excuse to stop. “I can clean it up, no worries.” “Oh, okay.” She looked disappointed, but renewed the handjob with vigour. She’d somehow picked up this trick ... where she’d use two hands, or have one playing with my balls while the other stroked me. “It’s just, I was thinking...” “Hmm?” “If it would be cleaner, I could just, y’know. Swallow it.” I almost came then and there, but managed to control myself. “Are...what? Are you sure?” “Yeah,” Anne said, thoughtfully. Her eyes seemed to drift away, but her hands didn’t slow down for a second. “I was just thinking, y’know. It would be cleaner.” I pretended to think it over. “Look,” I said, “if you want to. But I don’t want you spitting it out—if you take it in your mouth, you have to swallow it. It’s rude, otherwise.” My sister nodded. I loved this power she gave me, the way she treated everything I said about sex as if it was straight from the Bible or something. Had I thought of it, I could have told her that you could only do a handjob while naked and she probably would have gone for it. As it was, I had only seen the outline of her nipples against her PJ top (though I spent a lot of our time together imagining the rest of her.) So I gave her a few seconds warning before I came, and she put her mouth around my head. The head of my penis, not my head head. The end of my penis. She put her mouth around my head, and an odd, patient look appeared on her face. The feeling of warmth around my dick was a new one—a handjob is just like a better type of masturbation, but having someone put their mouth on you was a whole different thing. I accidentally thrusted forward as I came, but she adjusted ...