Chapter 6 - made bet with bro now sister need to blow (R18+)

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She told me she had to set the mood first, or she wouldn't be able to do it at all, especially with me watching. For the next several minutes, Faith rearranged her room, picking discarded clothes off the bed, and arranging some pillows in a comfortable way. I watched from the door, enjoying her ass bounce up and down beneath her tight shorts as bent over or moved across the room to do one more thing, like light candles or put on some music. I had the feeling she was stalling, but she couldn't stall forever, so I just waited, already semi-hard, knowing what was coming.

When she was ready, room dim, music on, the smell of vanilla wafting in from her scented candles, Faith peeled off her shorts. Underneath she had plain white cotton panties with a little flower design on the front. "I can't believe I'm doing this." I looked for, and found, a spot of wetness at the bottom to confirm my suspicion that she was putting on an act of reluctance.

"I sure can." She sat on the bed, hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, then lifted her ass slightly and pulled them off. I knelt beside her bed to get a good look. "That's a cute pussy," I said. I wasn't just being polite, either. It was almost closed, with most of it all tucked inside, but with a little streak of pink, glistening with moisture, visible in the middle of the slit, and the little hood poking out at the top. It was crowned with a small tangle of red hair. That was the biggest difference compared to my imagination, I never pictured any hair at all. I guess my little sister was more grown up than I'd thought.

"Shut up and let's just get this over with," she said, and ran her finger up and down her slit. I kept my mouth shut and just watched for a while. She started rubbing around her slit up and down, but then soon started shoving two fingers inside her and pumping them in an out. I changed position, to kneel directly in front of her, staring into the hole as her fingers withdrew, then returned, again and again. Whenever she paused for a moment to rub her clit, the hole closed up almost right away, giving me no time to glimpse at the inside. I imagined how tight it must have been.

"Do you ever use anything other than your fingers?" I asked.

She made a soft noise, like an "Mmph," and it took a second for her to answer in words. "I used a hairbrush once, but it really hurt."

"You might have broken your hymen," I said. "Spread it out and I'll have a look." I didn't think she actually would, but she stopped and used both hands to spread open the outer lips of her pussy. I looked all the way inside her tight little hole, and didn't see anything that looked like a hymen, although I'd never seen one in person before. "Yeah," I decided. "Looks like you lost your virginity to your hairbrush," I teased. "Way to go."

Her comeback was pretty lame. "Better than losing it to your hand." Guys didn't lose their virginity to their hand. Even by the most liberal definition, you needed the warm, wet, hole of another person. She went back to rubbing her clit, the wetness she'd gathered from her slit dripping all over. The bottom bits of her pubic hair were now damp and matted.

I watched for about five minutes, then I couldn't take anymore, my dick was threatening explode inside my shorts, so I pulled it out and started rubbing up and down.

"Oh, gross," Faith said, but she accelerated finger-fucking herself, and for a short time we were almost in synch, her self-penetrations happening in time to my down strokes. Suddenly, she pulled her wet fingers out and turned on her back, giving me a nice look at her little ass cheeks, and reached across to her night table to grab a Kleenex and some lotion.

"That's it," she said. "I'm out." She began to wipe her hands off, and rubbed them down with some lotion. Then she pulled up her panties and took a few prancing steps to pick up her shorts.

"Didn't look like you had a chance to cum to me," I said.

She turned on the lights. "I didn't, but I'm not doing it with you masturbating. If you want to whack off, go to your own room."

I went to my own room, but didn't finish myself off. The sudden cold reception threw me off a little. It didn't make sense. I was sure she'd be into it. Disappointed, I watched some of that movie I had been planning earlier, and in about an hour, she knocked on my door and said, "Okay, I want to try it again."

We didn't go back to her room where everything was prepared. She just sat beside me and stripped down, placed her palm on her pussy, and began rubbing, inserting different fingers in. She gradually leaned back further and further until she was lying down, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I watched quietly as she got to a point of regular heavy exhalations mixed in with small whimpers.

I decided to take a risk. I was seated, so I lay one of my hands on her shoulder, the one that was closest to me and not working on her pussy. Then, I slid under her tank top, making progress on her breasts. My finger found her nipple and rolled it under my finger for nearly a minute before she said, "Stop that," and pulled away, just enough for me to get the message and remove my hand. But before she did, her tongue ran out over her lips, moistening it, and it seemed to me she was getting more into playing with her clit.

She went back to focusing on her pussy, and she reached a point where, when her eyes were open at all, they had a glassy, far away stare. I made another move and slid my hand down her belly and over her mouth. The little bit of pubic hair didn't stop me at all, and nor did anything else. While her fingers were inside her hole, I took over on her clit, rubbing back and forth slightly.

She moaned in surprise and pleasure and though she said "stop", her voice had a higher pitch to it and no anger, just a sense of urgency. I kept rubbing, pretending not to hear. Her hand closed on top of mine. At first I thought it was to push it away, but instead she started moving it up down and around in an erratic pattern. I realized her legs were shaking. She let out a sharp, severe, shuddering breath with a wordless cry following close behind.

After she recovered, she elbowed me and moved to get dressed. "Mark! I never said you could touch me."

"It just seemed like you needed help getting over the hump," I said. "You should be thanking me. You only have nine more to go." I looked at my fingers, still a little damp with her wetness, and licked them. "Mmmm," I said. "Finger lickin' good." I couldn't say exactly what it tasted like, especially since my taste buds were still a little raw from hot pizza. The best I can describe is, it tasted like lightheaded feels.

"You're so gross. I can't believe you're making me do this."

"Come see me when you want your next orgasm." She stormed out and slammed the door to make her point. I jacked off while smelling her scent on my fingers

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