PART THREE

“Anything I want? Really?”

The smallest part of my conscience still clinging to reality tried to scream against it, but it could only whisper. My mouth opened and spilled forth words I never expected to utter. Rational thought drowned and died like so many rats on a sinking ship.

“I am yours, Jules,” I replied. “Like you said, it’s always been just the two of us. I am completely and utterly yours. All yours. I always have been. I always will be. Somehow, I think I’ve always known it, too.”

Julie deftly unbuckled the safety belt and it retracted across my torso. She traced two fingertips across my nose, lips, cheeks, and chin. I desperately wanted to take them into my mouth, but felt she wasn’t intending to let that happen.

“So, I’m not crazy,” she murmured. “Are you sure? You aren’t just getting caught up in the moment? I’m serious when I say this is something I’ve given a great deal of thought to over a long period of time. To be honest, I’m shocked at how receptive you’ve been so far.”

Before I could say anything, she added, “It’s almost too good to be true.”

My first instinct was to say ‘anything too good to be true usually is’. However, a secondary instinct kicked in and I began a diatribe that surfaced out of nowhere.

“You know what, sis? I was never any good with the ladies. I’ve never really had a steady girlfriend or anything. Even the most stable, long-term relationships I’ve had with women were basically platonic. Maybe I subconsciously kept everyone at bay because I knew there was something missing, but also not missing. I dunno. This feels like it makes more sense than anything else I’ve ever done in my life. I know it’s fucked up, but I don’t even care. At least I don’t think so. Who knows? Who cares? I know for a fact that I love you more than anyone else….”

Julie pushed her fingertips against my lips to cease the stream of consciousness flowing from between them.

“Do you really love me?” she begged to know.

It was peculiar for her to ask me about something that seemed so incredibly obvious.

“Well, yeah… of course I do,” I replied.

Julie leaned over the center console and pulled my face closer to hers. She kissed my cheek and drew my ear toward her lips and whispered to me:

“I’ve never told anyone I’ve loved them before.”

She kissed me once in the crease between my cheek and earlobe.

“I’ve lied to make guys feel better about themselves, but I’ve never actually loved them. It was more of a convenience for me.”

Julie took a deep breath and kissed me in the same spot again, then again a third time.

“I love you, Steven. More than you could ever know. You are the first man I’ve ever loved…the only one... and I hope you’re the last.”

I had kissed more than a few girls. In every instance, I was ‘the guy’... always the aggressive one. I was the kisser, not the kissee. This time though, I knew the roles were going to be reversed. Before it happened, I resigned myself to be docile and accept my sister’s advance. She didn’t fail to live up to the task, either.

Grabbing me by the neck and head, she pulled my face closer and kissed me powerfully. Her tongue poked and darted in my mouth as she pushed forward. While pulling me nearer, she also forced me to lean back slightly. I was like putty in her hands. She could shape me in any fashion she desired and I would bend to her will.

Best of all, I didn’t care in the slightest. It was freeing to be somewhat dominated by my older sister. I could do no wrong if I did everything she asked of me.

Goosebumps covered the whole of my flesh and every hair on my body stood on end.

“If you love me, you trust me, too. Right?”

With perfect faith, I responded adamantly.
“I love you and I trust you with my life. My love, my life, my body and soul… they are all yours.”

“And mine yours,” she answered.

Julie fumbled with my zipper and the button on my pants as she kissed me again. When I moved to assist her, she shoved me back into the seat and measured my reaction. I let my hands fall to my lap and she began to massage my cock through my pants.

“Oohhh…,” she cooed. “Very nice.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. My chest heaved as I drew in two sharp breaths. Biting my bottom lip, I stared intently into my sister’s eyes. I had seen those blue irises a million times before staring back at me in the mirror. The feeling that washed over me was indescribable.

Her panties were still balled-up in my hand as I placed it over hers to encourage additional fondling of my stiffness. Fluidly, she drew her panties from my palm, held them up in front of me, and pondered them.

A wild look flashed in her brilliant, powder-blue eyes. Before I could say or do anything, she crammed her panties into my open mouth. Her hand quickly moved to the front of my throat and pushed me backward once more.

It was difficult to breathe, but I was insanely aroused.

Julie skillfully used her free hand to unbutton and unzip my pants. She slid her hand under my underwear and freed the beast within.

“Ohmygawd,” she exclaimed, stroking my exposed member. “My little brother is huge.”

It would have been impossible to know whether or not I was blushing. My face was flushed already and my pulse was quick. Unable to speak with my sister’s panties in my mouth, I groaned longingly.

“Help me take your pants down,” Julie instructed. I complied immediately by slipping my pants and underwear below my knees. After maneuvering herself into position, I was pushed flat against the seat once more while she began taking me into her mouth.

“Uhhhhrrrrgh,” I moaned through a mouthful of panties. Tilting my head back, I closed my eyes and focused on my sister’s every movement.

Her tongue would wrap and twirl around the tip of my penis, then alternate with wet slurps as she bobbed up and down on my shaft. Her left hand massaged and squeezed my balls when she took as much of me into her mouth as possible.

I could feel the head of my cock hit the back of my sister’s throat, and as it did, she would gag just a little. Never taking her lips off of me, spittle dripped down the length of my dick.

Nothing beats penetrative sex. A helping hand-job or masturbating will do in a pinch. Oral sex is generally a nice in-between, but Julie sucked me off like a pro. It was nearly as good as sex. The idea of my sister giving me the best blowjob of my life aside, I tried not to think about all of the guys she had to blow in order to get good at it.

I desperately wanted to feel sickened, but I couldn’t help loving the adrenaline rush from the situation. It was immoral, salacious, despicable, scatological… and I had never felt more alive in all my life.

My thighs twitched and my prostate trembled. While I wasn’t the most seasoned guy sexually, I knew when I was about to come. My sister’s perfect technique was driving me over the edge, and quickly at that.

Every breath I took was more pronounced than the one before it. The sheer excitement of my cock being manipulated in such a way was more than I could handle. Julie’s oral expertise put to shame all other sexual forays I had ever experienced.

I wanted to tell Julie that I was about to come, but I couldn’t speak. When I grabbed a handful of her hair, I suspected she knew why. Gargling and choking while taking my entire cock in her mouth, she shook her head side to side in an effort to drive me to the point of ecstasy, and it worked magnificently. As I was about to come, I opened my eyes and looked forward through the windshield.

Stunned, I saw Jake, one of the other groomsmen, stumbling drunk toward the car. He was only a few feet away when our eyes locked.

Terror filled my body and every hair stood on end as I erupted into my sister’s mouth.

Spurt after spurt exploded from me like never before.

I tightened my grip on Julie’s blonde mane as I tried to warn Jake to leave, but I couldn’t speak. Her panties were still stuffed in my mouth. At the same rate, I couldn’t warn my sister to stay put, either. All I could do was hold her head in place and hope she didn’t fight me off.

Even though he was inebriated, Jake understood the basics of the situation almost immediately as he peered into the window. A large mess of blonde hair was draped over my groin and I was waving him away from behind the closed window with my free hand.

Jake gave me two thumbs-up along with an overly enthusiastic “Whoooo-hooo!” before stumbling off into the night, none the wiser as to who the mystery woman might have been.

When he was a sufficient distance away, I unclasped my grip on my sister’s head.

She pinned her arms against my legs to slowly lift herself up. As she did, I could see my spunk dripping from her chin. She swallowed the lion’s share while looking into my eyes.

“Who was that?” she asked, pulling the panties from my mouth.

“Jake. C.J.’s buddy, “ I replied, exasperated.

Watching a modest dribble of my jizz creep down her chin, I swiftly drew us together before she could wipe it away. Licking myself off of her cheek and chin, I plunged my tongue into her mouth to taste more of me, if at all possible. It was salty and sticky, but somehow delicious.

“You like the way you taste, huh?” she said as she pulled back.

“I like the way I taste on you, yeah.”

Julie measured me carefully before kissing me again. When she broke off, she leaned back into her seat and threw her panties at me. I clutched them in my fingers as though they were a life-line.

“So,” she began to say before pausing momentarily. “Now what?”

I was honest, but vague. “I have no idea what to do… but I know what I want to do... that’s for sure.”

“What’s that?” she asked coyly

“You.”

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