Family Taboo

Growing up, I was like a project for my sister Mary. She got me to quit biting my nails, taught me to dance, how to dress, etc. You get the idea. We grew up in an old house. I mention this, because there were features to this house that I haven't seen in other homes, this place was pretty unique.

There was a door between our rooms, and a window above that. Yes, I used to climb up and spy through the window. I would watch her get undressed, dance naked, and yes, even masturbate. Eventually, I got to watch her and her best friend, JoAnne, having sex.

This is years before shaving became a thing, so Jo's pretty blonde head face down in my sister's red bush was an amazing. sight, but no less a vision than Mary’s cute little bubble butt, shaking, bouncing, as she lay, face down between Jo’s legs, the back of her head enthusiastically bobbing as her tongue strove to drive Jo wild.

It was only a matter of time, of course, but eventually, Jo caught me watching them.

Mary was hard at it, drawing an orgasm from her friend, when suddenly, Jo looked up, locking eyes with me. For a moment she was frozen, a look of panic on her face, but her eyes grew wide, almost astonished as she came.

Then, with a smile, the decision was made. She put a finger to her lips, signalling our silent secret, and her smile became a devilish grin, as she placed her hand on the back of Mary’s head, pulling her deep into her pussy. What began as a surprised “Mmph?” turned ito a deep moan of pleasure and longing, as Mary’s libido responded, and she learned this small bit of force increased her own pleasure exponentially, settling in to lick and suck JoAnne with abandon.

From that day on, Jo took charge of their love making. The difference was sublte, but the results were dynamic. Jo began to pull Mary’s head wherever she wanted it, makng her suck her tits for longer periods of time, and suck harder, Harder, like sucking a milkshake through a tiny straw.

And when she sucked on Mary’s nipples, she began to nibble, biting down just enough to make Mary wince, and yet still have an expression of extacy as Jo pushed Mary to straddle the pleasure/pain line, all the while twisting the other nipple, testing the pain threshhold.

But what seemed like her greatest delight was when she’d look me straight in the eye, determined to give me an amazing show, and with fingers laced behind my sister’s head, pulling Mary’s face into her, having her such on her clit like a vacuum, until her body began to quake, starting at her feet, moving up her body, until she was thrashing, wracked by orgasm, but never once letting Mary have the slightest bit more freedom, at least not util the tremors were done and the storm subsided.

But, just as it was ineviable that one of them would discover my voyeuristic deviance, it was also a matter of rote that, once discovered by Jo, Mary would would soon catch on. When she did eventually discover that I'd been spying on her, she freaked out, of course, raged at me, but never telling mom, or anyone for that matter, why.

In a few days, she calmed down, began to realize that, if there was a window, an adolescent it was going to look through it. And maybe, subconsciously, that's why she’d never put up curtains.

Soon, she started putting on incredibly sexy shows for me. There were certain things she would do, noises to get my attention so that I’d be in place to watch her get out of the shower, and slowly towel her body dry, or maybe masturbate, or just walk around the room naked, all the while still acting as though she didn’t know that I not only was I watching, but probably stroking my cock the entire time.

Now that I think of it, she was really kind of bedroom role playing, pretending she was innocent in all that, or maybe starring in a one-person play about masturbation, playing to a grateful audience of one. That play did a lot of rehearsing.

I know that Mary and Jo must have discussed it a lot, all aspects of it, and gotten excited by it, too, because they began to set it up so that she and Jo would talk the whole time they were making love. They had decided to teach me, so that I'd grow up to be a guy who really knows how to make a woman cum.

I had a huge crush on Jo, and eventually, she called me into the room and let me go down on her while my sister watched. They coached me as I did, so that I learned to eat pussy like an Asian Lick Master, much better, according to them, than most guys ever do, because, as so many women have told me through the years, men simply don't care.

The best part of it all, even better than actually being allowed the honor of tasting Jo to begin with, was that, when I was finished, she draped an arm over her eyes as she caught her breath, and softly said “Oh, wow.” I could not have been prouder of myself or happier with my teachers.

After that, every time I went down on Jo, she would talk me through it, teaching me options, joining my skills, because that's the key. The thing is, every vagina is unique and should be pleasured uniquely. The important thing is to pay attention to how she responds to the stimulation.

Is her clit overly sensitive? Does she want the outer labia kissed? Sucked? Maybe tenderly nibble at the inner lips? What about rubbing her G spot at the same time?

Try different places, change pressure and speed, always making mental notes on her reactions, no matter how subtle. She may not even know how she likes to be pleasured, because chances are, she's never had a lover be this thorough in finding exactly how her pussy likes to be licked, nor the technique or intensity.

That's how you give head to a woman; you listen to her body. Jo would often ask about me going down on my sister. She thought that we did it when we were alone, but wouldn't admit the incest to anyone, even her. But no, Mary had a strict “look-don't-touch” policy.

Until one night. I guess Jo had been really harping on her, and I KNOW how badly she wanted to see it, so one night, after a lot of persuasion from her, my sister took off her nightgown, and pulled down her panties, (they were a pretty green-blue, and

I remember that so clearly), then she lay back, spread her legs and pulled my head down between them.

Jo was masturbating like mad, I could even hear the wet, squishy sound as she furiously fingered herself. I won't lie, giving my sister an orgasm was one of the most thrilling things I have ever done, even to this day. And when she did cum, I didn't stop. I slowed down, started teasing the lips, kissing the corner where the inner thigh begins, then began circling, zeroing in, until the tip of my tongue finally found the target again, and did my absolute best, trying every trick they had taught me; backing off when she didn’t respond, increasing pressure whenever and wherever she did. I was laser-focussed, concentrating only on her pleasure, until once again she squealed, higher pitched this time, and, as she began to reach down and pull me away, I swiftly dropped further down, beginning once again. This time, I started at the very bottom of her vagina, tenderly kissing and lightning-licking my way slowly up the labia, an occasional nibble to the inner thigh, a playful nuzzle with my nose. I was not done yet, and not ready to leave.

So I slowly made my way back in, but as I neared that special button, she did an involuntary quick, sharp intake of breath, telling me that her clit had become quite sensitive from over stimulation, so I didn't approach it directly. Instead, like the Red Baron, I struck from above. This kept the hood covering her clit, preventing her from being hyper-sensitive, but also preventing me from my goal of another perfect return on their investment in me. This would become an orgasm that was softer, gentler, an almost anti-climactic climax, and that I could not abide.

I started with my index, then middle finger, slowly exploring her cave, a little sawing in and out at first, testing the lay of the land. I quickly found it. Those little bumps that feel like a very tiny washboard, I played with it, asked for it, beckoned it with my fingers to come out and play, gently stroking “come here, come here.” So, between putting as much pressure on her over-worked, but very hard clitty as I dared, my prospecting fingers began to get bolder, with longer, deeper strokes to her G spot, and I kept at it, kept going, when, suddenly, the grooves of her G spot struck a memory, and I was transported back to a particular day in history class when we learned how to pan for gold, and how those special grooves felt, and was reminded of how important it was to be patient when panning for gold. Then I smiled to myself, thinking that I was seeking something worth far more than gold, and I stopped worrying about my goal, and her climax. Instead, I tried to relax, and appreciate the process, and how rock hard I was from licking my sister's pussy, and how special and wonderful this was between me and Mary.

Her breath was shallow but steady, fists grasping at the sheets, when suddenly, I was pulled from hedonistic daze, as BAM, completely by surprise, without warning, or moans, just the same tense breath and light whimpering as she had been doing for at least the last… several minutes. So lost in the joy of my actions, I truly had no idea how long I had been at it. Blinded by bliss, I might as well have been at it for days.

She came. I've heard men describe a woman cumming like a bucking bronco, which I usually dismiss as simple bragging. But do not doubt that it does, indeed, happen, because I've seen it. I was on that ride, for more than 8 seconds. And although she was thrashing like having a seizure and being tased all at once, I was determined not going to be thrown off. I stayed with her, quickly powering my efforts down to 80%, 50, 25, then slowly easing her the rest of the way back to Earth. And yes, I do realize that I mixed many metaphors to describe her orgasm, well... that’s how I thought of it then, and remember it now. I was a kid. My mind worked fast.

Honestly, I don't know if it was because she enjoyed watching us, or finally fulfilling the deep, abiding incest fantasy that she had talked about so often, or, really what set her off at that moment, but I swear I could almost literally see the flame of lust in JoAnne’s eyes. She put her hands on the sides of my face, grabbing my head like a basketball, and planted the biggest, deepest, wettest, most passionate kiss on me that I had ever imagined, and another would not come close to comparing for many years.

As she kissed me, Jo reached into my pajamas, and pulled out my cock, now harder than a diamond, and she leaned forward to give me a reward. Few people in the history of the world have done anything worthy of a reward that good. I came so hard I was stunned, like waking up in a hotel room, shocked because you don’t recognize where you are. She came to me, face-to-face, inches away, and smiled, making sure that I looked her in the eye and fully understood as she swallowed.

A few days later, when Mary and I were alone, she allowed me, once again, to go down on her, and I enthusiastically licked her to a frenzy again This time, she returned the favor as she lovingly, patiently, took my cock into her mouth and explored every millimeter with her tongue. But she didn't swallow as Jo had done. Instead, she kissed me with passion, devotion, decadence, and lust. She kissed me hard, and full on the mouth, so that our lips formed a seal, then her tongue snaked from her lips to mine, entreating me to open, allowing the cum she had so lovingly coaxed from me, gratefully deposited into her mouth, now to flow from her mouth to mine.

It never occurred to me that there was a word for this, and I didn't learn the term “snowball” until years later, watching Clerks. Mary, JoAnne and I went on like this for the next few years, refining our oral skills, discovering new techniques and things specific to each of our pleasure, always striving to give the other two the “Best Orgasm Ever”.

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