12 – (2/3) Shila’s Blowjob *

(Prateek POV)

Before I could even attempt some sort of quick-witted comment she devoured my cock whole. I don't know how she did it, but while deep-throating me and bobbing back and forth with slut-like speed, she also created a whirlwind of saliva that made my cock feel like it was in a Jacuzzi. Clearly hungry for my cum she never once slowed down, never once stopped and in less than five minutes I was coating my sister's throat with my cum.

Like the expert cocksucker she was, she never slowed down as my excessive load exploded in her mouth. She didn't stop until every last drop of my cum had been captured and savored, before she stood back up and admitted, "I can't get enough of that."

"I am always willing to share with you," I quipped back.

"But you are my brother," she sighed, frustrated it seemed by the fact that she craved her sibling's cum.

I shrugged, and admitted trying to soften her up for my long term goal, her virginity, but also to comfort her and me. "Shila, many siblings experiment with each other. And wouldn't you rather experiment with someone you love than random strangers?"

"I suppose," she wavered, desperately wanting permission to continue to do what we had just started to do.

I looked into her eyes, saw into her soul, her anxiety, her desire, and said sincerely, saying to a woman and meaning it for the first time ever, "I like you, Shila."

She smiled back, a heavy burden seemingly lifted from her shoulders, "I like you, too, Prateek."

I kissed her gently, like lovers do. At first it was tentative and slightly awkward, but as the incest taboo faded from our minds...carnal lust emerged. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths and the longer the kiss lasted the more passionate the kiss became. Finally, I broke it and said, "I want to make love to you, sis."

She was startled by my declaration and looked down, again shy and nervous. "I don't know, Prateek. What we are doing is pretty crazy, but actually having sex seems to cross a line."

I kissed her neck, and whispered, "If you think what I did to you earlier felt amazing, wait until I make love to you."

"Oh, Prateek," she replied, her tone implying her conflicting emotions. "I always wanted my first to be special."

I smiled at her old-fashioned values and her sincerity, all the while noticing the irony considering she had blown so many random strangers. "Shila, there is nothing more special than making love to someone you love and who loves you back."

She was nowhere near as confident as she was a few minutes ago when she devoured me whole with such reckless abandon.

Taking charge, I went behind her and locked the door. Once locked, I put my arms around her from behind and gently kissed the back of her neck. She was stiff as a board at first, but she slowly weakened as my hot breath teased the back of her neck. She weakly protested, "Prateek, this is wrong."

I unzipped her dress slowly as I whispered, "Shila, I know a part of you is scared, yet the fact that you are here meeting me tells me deep down in your subconscious you want me as much as I want you."

She didn't respond when I slipped the dress off her shoulders and allowed it to fall haphazardly onto the floor. I could see her shiver, so I spun her around and pulled her into me and began kissing her gently. Her already weak resolve melted away as she returned my kiss.

Our tongues danced inside each other's mouth as we forgot about our shared genes and became the sexual beings we were. Controlling the situation, I broke the kiss and went to her ear and splattered gentle kisses all over. Her breathing began to increase and I took her hand and led her to the king-sized bed.

She followed and when we reached the bed, she surprised me by pushing me onto it. The look of hunger in her eyes returned like it had in the wine cellar and I realized that once her switch was flipped on she was good to go. She climbed onto me and kissed me while unbuttoning my shirt.

I could feel Shila's excitement building as she kissed her way down my stomach. When she reached my waistband, she paused and looked up at me, asking with her eyes if I was sure about this.

I grinned and nodded, knowing that I would never regret making love to the most beautiful woman in the world.

She smiled back at me before quickly removing my pants and underwear. She replaced them with hers before straddling my waist. She then took my hard shaft in her hand and guided it inside of her wetness. We both gasped as our bodies merged together perfectly.

This was even better than I had imagined it would be, and the sensations only intensified as she began riding me harder and faster. Our moans of pleasure filled the room as we moved together in perfect synchronization. Faster and harder we went until I could no longer control myself and let loose with a flood of molten lava deep inside of her.

Shila collapsed against me, her body trembling from the intense orgasm I had given her. We lay there for a minute or two before finally sitting up to take a breath. Our bodies were still joined together tightly as we gazed into each other's eyes, still reeling from what had just happened.

I flipped her over and returned the favor, spending an eternity teasing her hard nipples. Her moans increased exponentially and I heard the words I had been wanting to hear all day. "Prateek," she moaned, the tremble in her voice implying both excitement and nervousness, "please make love to me."

If any other girl had ever said such words I would have bolted instantly, as I was not one for such sentimentality, yet coming from my beautiful, shy, sweet sister, it was music to my ears. I looked into her eyes and asked, wanting to make sure it wasn't a moment of weakness, "Are you sure, Shlia?"

Her carnal desires taking over, she pleaded, "Now Prateek, fuck me now."