When the Need Strikes - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

When the Need Strikes - Chapter 3

... reaction, I’d gotten the hang of it pretty quickly, and I really wanted to cement my learning. Somehow, fingering my sister didn’t trigger off the same weirdness in my brain that I felt when she touched me. I guess it was because I was able to focus entirely on her pussy, to the point where it could be anyone’s…as well as that, since I wasn’t actually getting any physical pleasure out of it, I didn’t feel bad about what we were doing. I don’t know exactly how my brain worked in this situation—it wasn’t exactly something I’d ever expected to come up—and so I agreed to help her. After checking to make sure that our parents weren’t likely to come up any time soon, I shut the door to my bedroom and put on the glove that Petra offered. “Now,” she said, removing everything below the waist, “you did pretty good yesterday, so I’m keen to see how you go without direct instruction.” “Sure thing,” I replied, adding a squirt of lube to my hand. “Let me know if I do anything particularly wrong…” * * * Ten minutes later, I smiled proudly as, once more, my sister’s pussy clenched around my hand in orgasm. There was something so satisfying about getting a girl off; I don’t know if all of them were so loud, but it was pretty freaking rewarding when Petra had to clamp her hand over her mouth to prevent our parents from hearing her cries of pleasure. “Wow,” she said a few moments later. “Craig, I…wow.” I didn’t say anything, just nodded curtly. The more sexual contact we had, the more my ...

... confidence grew…the old Craig would have thanked her profusely and asked for feedback, but now that just felt pathetic. “Well,” I said with a yawn, “it’s been good, but it’s probably time for bed now.” “Craig…” she said, looking at me with a crooked smile. “Come on. What did we just talk about?” My mind was a blank, and so I just stared at her as she pulled her pants back up. “Come on bro, we agreed—if we ignore our impulses, they’re just going to build and build. Let’s make this easy on ourselves, okay?” “What are you talking about?” I replied, and she gestured to the front of my pants, where my erection was clearly visible. Oh. “You really want to take care of this?” I asked. “Sure,” she said, obviously trying to be flippant and casual…but even as she spoke, she kept on staring at the bulge in the front of my pants. I raised one eyebrow, but she didn’t even notice. What the flip was going on with my sister? I couldn’t deny that getting her off had turned me on—bringing a hot girl to a screaming orgasm will do that to any male, yeah?—but her behavior was creeping me out just a little. Still, I couldn’t deny—I was horny, she was there, and if I didn’t let her do it, there was a decent chance I’d succumb to temptation before I went to sleep. And so without a word, I pulled my pants down and let my boner spring into view, trying to ignore the smile on her face as it appeared. She pulled out a second pair of gloves from her pockets—She really does come prepared, I thought—and sat me ...