My Sister Swallows: An Erotic Sex Story
It was a warm summer night and my sister, Jill, and I were spending the evening together. We had just finished dinner and I was sitting on the couch, watching TV while she was in the kitchen cleaning up. We hadn’t seen each other in months, and I was looking forward to catching up with her.
Suddenly, Jill emerged from the kitchen and sauntered over to me. She had a mischievous look on her face, and I knew something was up. She sat down next to me and grabbed my hand, a sudden spark of electricity running through us.
“I have something to tell you,” she said.
“What is it?” I asked, intrigued.
Jill leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “I’ve been taking lessons at a brothel.”
I was shocked. I had no idea she had been exploring her sexuality in such a way.
“What kind of lessons?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
Jill’s face grew red as she explained, “Well, I’ve been learning how to give the best blowjobs, how to please a man with my mouth, and how to make him cum multiple times without him even touching me.”
I was in awe. I had always known my sister was a wild child, but this was really something else.
“Wow,” I said, “that sounds amazing. Have you actually done it?”
Jill nodded, her face still flushed.
“Yes, I’ve been to the brothel a few times and tried it out,” she said. “And I must say, I’m really good at it. I can make a man cum multiple times just by using my mouth.”
I was impressed. I couldn’t believe my little sister had grown up so quickly and become so sexually adventurous.
“That’s incredible,” I said. “So, what else have you been doing at the brothel?”
Jill’s face grew redder as she told me about all the naughty things she had been doing. She explained how she had been exploring her sexuality and experimenting with different positions and techniques. She even told me about her favorite thing: swallowing a man’s cum.
“I just love the feeling of it going down my throat,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “It’s so intense and satisfying.”
I was mesmerized. I knew my sister was adventurous, but I had no idea she was into such naughty things.
“That sounds amazing,” I said. “I’m so proud of you for exploring your sexuality in such a way. It’s really brave of you.”
Jill smiled and thanked me. Then, she leaned in and kissed me passionately. We made out for a few minutes until I pulled away, my heart racing.
“Let’s go upstairs,” I said.
Jill nodded and we made our way upstairs to my bedroom. We kissed and caressed each other, exploring each other’s bodies with a newfound intensity. Jill was a pro at pleasuring a man, and I could tell she had learned a few tricks of the trade.
We moved to the bed and Jill straddled me, her mouth eagerly finding its way to my cock. She expertly sucked and stroked me, her tongue swirling around my shaft as she built up my pleasure. I was close to cumming, but then she pulled away, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I want to try something else,” she said.
Before I could respond, she leaned down and took my cock into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down, her throat enveloping my cock as she swallowed it whole. I was in awe of her skill and control. She was able to swallow me deep and still keep her throat relaxed, enabling her to take me deeper and deeper.
The sensation was incredible, and I soon found myself moaning in pleasure as she expertly brought me to the edge. I could feel my orgasm building, and when it finally came, I let out a loud cry of pleasure as I filled her throat with my cum.
Jill swallowed it all, not a drop going to waste. When I finally finished, she looked up at me with a satisfied smile.
“That was amazing,” I said, my breathing still heavy.
“I know,” she said, a satisfied smirk on her face. “I think I’m pretty good at this.”
“You’re amazing,” I said, kissing her deeply.
We spent the rest of the night exploring each other’s bodies and enjoying each other’s pleasure. Jill taught me a few tricks of the trade, and I was amazed at how skilled she was. We made love until the sun began to rise, and I knew that our connection was something special.
My sister had grown up so quickly. She was no longer the young girl I remembered, but a sexually adventurous woman who was confident in her own body and skills. I thanked her for opening my eyes to a new world of pleasure, and for teaching me something about myself I didn’t know before. As we lay in each other’s arms, I knew our bond was something special.
My sister swallows.
