Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
Too Far: 3

Emily kissed me hard, clearly she didn't care about tasting herself. Actually, she told me she thought it was really hot and would replace ways to "accidentally" get some of her pussy juice in her mouth. Then she looked up at me with her big green eyes and said, "Stick it in me."

I froze. I mean, I really did. Like my whole body just stopped responding.

"Come on Ryan," Emily said, "I'm on fucking fire and my pussy needs that hard cock so bad. Put it in. Come on. Give your big sister what she needs."

"Condoms," I managed to croak out.

"What? Noooo. I want you inside me not some thing wrapped in latex. I trust you. I know you won't put your stuff in me."

But I argued her out of it. It just wasn't a good idea. We were both smart enough to know that even if I didn't cum in her, I could get my sister pregnant. And that really was too far. Even Emily agreed with me on that.

Condoms were the only option. Our parents wouldn't let us go on dates, they certainly weren't going to let Emily start taking the pill. My big sister talked about trying a convoluted story about an irregular period, but we both knew such a deception could take months. Neither of us was going to last that long.

"We can go too far," I said, "If we're not careful. If Mom and Dad replace out, if anyone did, this would be over in a second."

Emily nodded. I knew she didn't want that. But she stayed sulky. I got, quite possibly, the most mundane, indifferent blowjob a sister ever gave her brother. I did my best to get Emily off, as well, but after a while we just gave up and went to bed.

So it was that four days after my sister and I had agreed that 'no touching' was a safe boundary for both of us, I slipped out and bought a box of condoms on the way home from high school. That night we were in front of the TV -- Family Feud was on. I remember, because of all the dinging in the background.

We got naked right away. I started kissing her, moving my mouth to her pussy, but she just pushed me away. I swear she almost stuffed my stick inside her before I could put the condom on. It wasn't easy. I fumbled it a few times. I moved my cock around for a bit, trying to replace the right spot. Then Emily reached down and guided me in, herself. Just like that, without saying a word, my sister and I gave each other our virginities.

Saying 'just like that' makes it sound simple, which of course it wasn't. First I had to break through her barrier, which made her scream bloody murder. If we hadn't proved how thick the walls in the house were before, we did then. All that stimulation of sliding back and forth in my sister's tightest place was too much for me and I came. So while my sister was howling in pain, I was rolling in pleasure. I pulled out and the condom was covered in blood, filled with my

semen.

That was the point where I knew, truly, that my sister loved me. That was the only way to explain why she was willing to fuck me again after all that. And boy, did she ever.

After we both cleaned up we tried it again. Then again. I penetrated my sister until I could last inside her more than minute. Then we worked at it again until she was -- with a copious amount of clit rubbing -- able to cum on my cock. The next day I was back in CVS replenishing my condom supply. My original purchase of 15 hadn't been nearly enough.

*

After that, my sister and I fucked like we were incapable of anything else. We would wake up early in the morning and sneak downstairs for a morning fuck. Then after school we'd race down and do each other as many times as we could until dinner. After eating we'd go back for an evening session.

I'm not superhuman but I was in high school and so my cock was able to keep up with a lot of it. When it wasn't, my sister would just ride my face or let me finger her. Sometimes she would sit there and work herself while I watched. We fucked in ways that made rabbits worry we might be overdoing it.

And I say fucked, not made love or had sex or whatever because that's what we were doing. Emily told me she loved me on that second day of fucking. I'd blasted my cum into the condom and then worked her till she shuddered. As we separated, Emily grabbed my arm.

"I love you, Ryan," she said, "You know that right? Not like a sister. More than a sister. I love you love you."

And I told her that I loved her, too, because of course I did. But if it was supposed to be some big moment or whatever, it wasn't, and as soon as I was able to get another condom out of the foil we were rutting like degenerates on the basement floor. I think I got permanent rug burns from that stupid shag carpet.

We never did the whole slow, loving sex thing where I kissed her and she kissed me and we slowly brought each other to shared ecstasy. We just... fucked. Fucked like teenagers raised on video games and YouTube clips. Drove into each other until we each got what we needed and then, when the satisfaction drained away, we did it again.

*

I kept telling Emily we could go too far and she kept proving me wrong. We started a new tradition of finished off our day by sneaking into each other's bedroom and fucking, one door down from our parents. One morning our Mom was running late and so we fucked in the backseat of her car before she came out to drive us to school.

The best was a weekend in April when my parents took a trip with friends to the Poconos and left us to our own devices. If they'd done that a few months before, I'm sure Emily and I would have been planning for weeks -- going to parties, setting up dates -- whatever we could to take advantage of our fleeting freedom.

Instead, we spent the whole weekend in the house, fucking in every room including the garage and all three bathrooms. We even fucked on our parents' bed. Twice.

I began to wonder if it wasn't just the sex that got my sister off, but the risk of it. Not just fucking but fucking her brother and doing it in places and ways where we were bound to get caught eventually. And once something was done safely, she had to raise the stakes. Chase that high.

If my parents suspected anything, they never said. Frankly it served them right. It was all their fault, after all.

*

That big April fuckfest weekend turned out to be a turning point. It felt like this big moment, a beginning of something even greater. We'd even jokingly named the whole thing Emancipenis (or Emancipussy, depending on who was talking) Weekend because we felt like we had some freedom for the first time in our lives.

Emily had even made an Emancipenis Proclamation speech while riding my cock on the dining room table. There was much applause, I promise you.

I could only imagine where we would go from there and I guess Emily felt the same because now nothing seemed to live up to it. Having to hump quietly in our basement hideaway just didn't have the same appeal after screaming orgasms echoing throughout the house.

We tried a public bench one afternoon, but chickened out at the last minute. There was risky and then there was stupid. That's what I told Emily, anyway. We really could go too far.