School Memories 7

by Passing Cloud

I took my time.

I began with a long slow lick the length of her slit from her clit to her anus. I inhaled deeply. It smelled and tasted all as I wanted and expected. I knew what a little girl's pee and bum holes were like and I needed that sense of reality to reinforce in my mind what I was actually doing.

At least that's what I think I was doing as I look back.

It was a kind of 'relishing the moment'.

Making it REAL.

I loved the response I got. She released a long sigh of satisfaction as my tongue slid over her skin, then she gasped as it wriggled between her lips and then "Oh!" she cried in surprise as the tip tickled her clitoris.

I tried to copy what Maria had done to me. I opened my mouth wide and engulfed her entire vulva; sucking her fleshy mound while letting my tongue repeatedly flick her sensitised button.

It wasn't long before she was moaning in earnest. I noticed the different responses depending on where and how I licked her: the intake of breath when I touched her clitoris; the exhalation and prolonged "oh..oh..oh.." as I caressed the sensitive membranes along the length of her slit - between her lips; the various "oohs" and "aahs" as I varied the pressure and speed and intensity of my caresses, of the working of my tongue.

My focus shifted slightly. Although I was loving what I was doing and was to an extent satisfying my own sexual desires, I found my mind becoming slightly detached. I wanted to acquire knowledge; expertise. I wanted to be as proficient as possible: for Maria.

I started asking questions.

With my lips in full contact with my sisters eager vagina I said "Tell me how it feels. Tell me where you like it most. Tell me how you want it."

Exhaling with an extended sigh, her voice trembling, she answered "oooh, that's nice, there" as I flickered my tongue around her pee-hole; and as I tickled it along her labia, dipping into her slit as I went, she whispered "mmm that's lovely" and then, as I paused over her clitoris and took it first between my pursed lips and then started to tickle it again with the tip of my tongue, she arched her back groaning "there, just there, lick It ...oooh... not so hard, not so hard...oooh...". I softened the pressure of my tongue. I was still licking quickly; tiny rapid movements, but I was barely making contact. It was the subtlest of touches that I could manage, but it seemed to be working.

Her back remained arched; her head flung back - tantalisingly still muffled by her nightdress - as her arms strained and twisted; her legs remained stretched wide and her breathing got faster and shallower... "ah..ah...there ... yes.. that's it...that's it...like that...don't stop.. plea...pl.."

I rejoiced in her orgasm.

I tried to hold her in position as she came. I kept licking and licking throughout; not wanting to stop. I tried to pin her arms so I could continue but she was too strong; her convulsions too violent. I had a fleeting thought that next time I would like to tie her down so I could it for as long as I wanted. I didn't realise it then but that thought would recur and become very relevant very soon.

For the moment though I had achieved what I had set out to do. I felt ready for Maria. I sat up with an intense feeling of satisfaction and achievement and watched my sister recover.

She lay trembling on her back as she pulled her nightdress down and covered herself up. I felt a tinge of regret as I lost sight of her nakedness. I wanted to tell her - to order her - not to cover herself up. To let me keep looking at her. I wanted to stay in command. I thought again about tying her up. The idea thrilled me. But it would have to wait. Soon, I told myself. Maybe tomorrow night. I instinctively felt that these little erotic encounters with my sister were falling under my control. I would decide what we did, and where and how. It just seemed right to me. Time would tell.

She slowly regained her composure. The trembling subsided and she pulled the covers back up. She looked at me sheepishly. I thought she was going to say something but she just kept looking at my face. She had a half- smile and she bit her bottom lip as she kept staring at me.

I put my hand on hers and, smiling gently, said "was it alright?"

Her smile widened as she nodded her head silently. She grasped my hand tightly with both of hers then suddenly pulled it under the covers and, widening her smile into a wicked grin, pushed it back between her legs. With both hands she pressed my eager fingers into her vulva. Between her lips. "Put your finger inside" she urged me.

I was surprised but delighted and I was more than willing to comply.

My middle finger easily slipped into her hot wetness as, relishing the feeling, she closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a silent gasp.

She gripped my wrist under the covers - holding my hand in place - so I couldn't have withdrawn even if I had wanted to.

After a few moments she opened her eyes and, still holding my arm firmly, said "God. That was great! Your tongue feels a lot different to your hand ....... your hand is nice as well though..." and she fell back, squirming into her pillow as she released her grip and I began to move my finger around inside her.

It amused me to watch her slowly writhing as I fingered her. I watched the changing expressions on her face, listened to the range of sounds coming from her mouth. She was obviously loving it.

But I wanted to be in charge and at the moment that wasn't happening.

I abruptly pulled my finger out and withdrew my hand from under the covers.

"Don't stop" she pleaded "please."

"I'll do it again tomorrow" I told her. I was surprised at how firm I sounded "I'm tired now."

She looked disappointed and pushed her bottom lip out in a display of sulky petulance.

Ignoring her I bent over and put my mouth close to her ear. I whispered conspiratorially "I was talking to Maria after". I lied. Again. Twice in two days. It was becoming a habit. Lying to my sister for my own gratification. I felt a wicked little thrill inside. I was being bad. Naughty. I liked the feeling.

"She told me a secret."

I paused.

I could hear the bedside clock ticking.

"What?" Kathy hissed. There was urgency in her voice "what did she tell you?"

I paused again. Thinking.

"She told me she was playing with her cousin and part of the game was to be tied up and tickled" the lie continued.

"She said it feels even better if you can't move. She said her cousin did it to her when she was tied up and she couldn't stop her and it felt great."

I stopped there having planted the seed and slid into my own bed. My mind was still working. Somehow I had to broach this with Maria. I had to get to her first. Plots and plans were forming in my mind. I found myself enjoying the intrigue.

"I didn't know she had a cousin" muttered Kathy as I snuggled beneath the bedclothes "she didn't tell me."

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