Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 02

Author's note: This story contains some degrading dirty talk. If that's not for you, well, I warned you! Just some sexy sibling shenanigans for all you lovely and wonderful pervs out there.

All characters portrayed are consenting adults over the age of 18.

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Not Weird At All

The next morning, I was feeling pretty embarrassed about my little lapse of judgment with Alice. I was right about the post-nut clarity. It was insane. The sunlight opened my eyes around 8 AM and I lay in my bed for long, ponderous minutes, replaying the highlights in my head. The look in her eyes, the shape of her bare legs, the way we pressed our ears up to the vent to listen to our mother masturbate, and most damning of all, the memory of jerking myself off while my sister sat watching in her chair. So, you know, totally normal sibling stuff. I told myself it was all a perverted fever dream because it had to be.

After some considerable stalling, I worked up the courage to knock on my sister's door. It swung open and Alice greeted me with a radiant smile, her eyes gleaming behind thick, saucer-like glasses.

"Oh! Hi, Devin."

"Hi, uh--morning."

I instinctively glanced down at her petite frame, before I could catch myself, and was hit with an eyeful of bare cleavage. She wore a tight black bra, a pair of fuzzy pajama bottoms, and nothing else. The bra was too small. Her tits heaved in protest with each breath she took and I felt a lecherous twitch in my ...

... jeans.

"You're back!" she squeaked. I shushed her and tip-toed inside, discreetly closing the door behind us.

"Did you miss me already?"

"Alice," I said, lowering my voice, "can we talk about what happened last night?"

Her eyes narrowed a little.

"Sure, I guess so."

She sat down in her bed and grabbed one of her stuffed plushies from off the shelf, hugging it to her chest. It was a brown, fluffy bear in a top hat. Its beady little eyes stared at me accusingly.

"This is Sir Benedict," Alice said, waving the stuffed animal's paw at me. "Mom got him for me last Saturday. Say hello, Sir Benedict!" She affected a high, cartoon-ish voice for the plushie; "HELLO, DEVIN. ITS ME, SIR BENEDICT THE BEAR."

"Alice," I said, searching for the gentlest words I could find to address a subject so profane, "I feel bad about--"

"Shh! Say hello to Sir Benedict," she demanded.

I stared down at the stuffed bear and narrowed my eyes at it. "Hi, Sir Benedict. Can I talk to my sister alone please?"

She tossed the plushie across the room with a dejected sigh. "You're such a buzzkill sometimes." She looked up at me from where she sat, so small and diminutive in her bed, and I became uncomfortably aware of just how vulnerable she appeared below me. "Go on, what were you saying?" she asked.

"I said... I feel bad about last night."

She cocked her head to the side and eyed me suspiciously. "Oh? What do you mean?"

"The stuff I did. I feel like I took advantage of you."

Her ...