“I can’t breathe,” I gasped, “I can’t breathe.”
“Oh,” he said, “Well, that just means I have to do this.”
Ignoring my shocked cry, he seized me by the hips and turned me over, my legs flung apart by the momentum. That worked for him, as he grabbed my knees and dragged me to the edge of the bed, pushing them together as he dragged my panties up and over my ankles and tossed them out of the way. I squeaked in alarm, my voice strained and rough from laughing so heard, my heart beating a drum in my chest as he pushed and my legs fell open, spreading before him. I cried out and curled up and threw my hand in an instinctive motion to cover myself, but he had my wrist in his firm grip, and then the other, standing over me. He stared into my eyes hard, pointedly, then slowly looked down and licked his lips.
“Look at what we have here,” he said.
My jaw worked without sound. Every breath spread heat from my middle that raced around my body and pooled between my legs.
“It’s my sister’s pussy. What should I do with my sister’s pussy?”
He looked up at me, then down again. “Maybe I should lick it. It’s so fuzzy.”
“Hey,” I squeaked, “I-“
He let go of my wrists and dropped down to one knee, pulling my legs over his shoulders in the process. I felt his breath on my pussy, hot and moist, and thought oh God, this is it. His breath grew hotter as he leaned in, and I heard him take in a long, deep breath.
“It smells wonderful,” he said, his face so close that I could almost feel his lips moving as he spoke. “It’s so cute.”
“I have a cute pussy,” I squeaked, laughing at the absurdity of it, laughter that made me feel the tickling again and my whole body shuddered.
“Have you ever had your pussy licked?”
“No.”
“Oh,” he said, “So this is my pussy.”
“Yes,” I said, giggling. “Are you going to lick it, or not?”
He dragged his tongue over my slit, and I arched back into the bed, shuddering as my eyes went unfocused. It was nothing like when I touched myself, nothing at all.
“How was that?”
“Don’t just stop”, I cried, arching and undulating before him.
“It’s all red. I wonder what will happen if I keep licking it.”
Roughly, he pulled his tongue over my slit again, and then again and again, wetting my skin until it felt cool as he drew back, making the heat of his tongue all the more shocking. I melted into the bed, my arms going as limp as my legs as they crossed over his back and pulled him into me, his tongue exploring every inch of my folds. He pulled back and gave my lower lips a soft kiss and said, “What’s this?”
I blinked, and realized what he meant as his tongue dragged hard over my clit, and I cried out. The rough moist touch of his tongue was so intense it edged on pain, and I writhed on the bed, throwing my head back as my eyes fluttered closed. He let me luxuriate in the touch for a moment before he lapped at me more gently, testing at my entrance with the tip of his tongue, moving it in slow circles, sometimes touching my clit so I hitched up and sucked in sharp breaths though my teeth. The warmth that had swirled up between my legs was growing hotter and hotter, from fire to firestorm. As much as his teasing tastes made warm fuzz slide down my arms and legs and fill me up with pleasant heat, it was not filling the clenching hollow in my middle that needed so desperately to be filled, like an itch but worse in every possible way. I needed him inside me.
He shifted, and with a touch of his lips on my clit he sucked, pulling a sharp gasp out of me and a shudder, flicked his tongue over it and went up, dragging it up over the inward curve where my belly met the junction of my legs, then higher, looping around my navel as his hands slid up my sides and pushed up my shirt, now sticky with sweat and clinging to my skin. He pushed the shirt up under my armpits and gathered up my breasts in his hand. My cheeks felt like furnaces and a flush spread down over my chest. He ran his thumbs around my nipples in slow circles, and they stiffened at his touch, becoming hard points that I could feel tugging, pulling in heat of their own.
“I’m not a video game,” I said.
He laughed, snorting.
He closed his mouth around my nipple and sucked. Hard. I squealed and laced my legs around him and my arms clapped around his head and held him to my chest. Sweat and cut grass filled my nostrils and he sucked my nipple until I could barely stand it, until it was almost numb, then let it pop out of his mouth and moved to the other, working his mouth wide before closing it around the nipple and tugging with a hard suck, only to open up and do it again. My breast popped out of his mouth and he worked his lips higher, leaving a trail of soft kisses from the sensitive skin in the middle of my chest and over my collarbone.