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Mutual Attraction Part 2

"Wayne helps Louise out with a favour"

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This story continues on directly after my first story, Mutual Attraction  

I woke up the next morning, and Louise was still lying beside me. It had all been true. I could see that she had already been awake for a while, and she had been watching me as I slept. When she saw I was awake, she rolled her eyes, as if to say, “Well, here we are, it really did happen”, and said “So, any regrets?”

 

“No,” I answered, “what about you?”


She sighed, and said, “You know, I didn’t really plan to go that far last night, but I’m not sorry we did. Not sorry at all.”

 

She put her hand on my chest, and then continued, “We probably shouldn’t do that again, but I know enough about life to know that we probably will anyway, so we need to make a few things clear, right from the start, otherwise, …”, and she paused for a moment, as though she was thinking of the best way to put it, and then said, “… otherwise, we’ve made a mess we can never fix.”

 

I had a fair idea what she meant, even before she said it, so I just nodded, and said, “Yeah.” It wasn’t much of an answer, I know, but the whole situation had taken me by surprise, so cut me some slack.

 

“Firstly,” she started, “no-one can ever know.”

 

“Goes without saying,” I said.

 

“The other thing is,” and she moved closer to me as she said this, “we’re brother and sister. We’ve loved each other all our lives, but we can’t be in love. We can’t fall in love. You know what I mean? We can’t be possessive.”

 

“You’ve got this all worked out, haven’t you?”, I said.

 

“You know me. Always the practical one,” she smirked, then became more serious, and said, “and we can’t even look like doing anything while Mum and Dad are in the house. Okay?”

 

I nodded.

 

“Other than that,” she said with a smile, “we live in the same house, so if we’re horny for each other, nobody needs to know but us.” Then, she looked at the clock beside my bed, and said, “I’ve got to get ready for work.”

 

As she climbed over me to reach for her pyjama pants on the floor next to my bed, I remembered that under the sheets, she was naked from the waist down. That didn’t help my morning erection one bit, especially when I felt her pubic hair tickling my belly, as she climbed over me to reach down on the floor. Then, as she jiggled and stretched to reach her pants, my hard cock brushed against her right hip, and she said, “I’m flattered by that, but I’ve got to go to work.”

 

After what we had got up to last night, I couldn’t help thinking it was funny that she kept the sheet over herself until she had her pants back on, and then she got up and headed for her own room.

 

After she’d showered and gotten dressed for work, we had breakfast together, just like any other day. Being so close, we were still in the habit of kissing each other good-bye, and she bent down and gave me a very sisterly kiss on the top of my head, as I sat at the table, said, “See ya,” and she headed out the back door for work.

 

I had no way of knowing if there would ever be a repeat performance of last night, but the possibility was there, and that was exciting enough on its own. Naturally, I was still on school holidays, and with the day to myself, I tidied up after breakfast, and went to a friend’s place for a few hours, then came back in the mid-afternoon. Louise wasn’t due home for a couple of hours, and our parents would be away for another few days, so I was alone in the house. I put on a few CD’s, and lay on the couch in the family room, with a book.

 

I must have lost track of time because the next thing I knew, I heard Louise’s car in the driveway. I heard her coming in through the back door, and I saw her walk past the doorway into the kitchen, and down the hallway towards her room, without speaking. She was carrying a shopping bag in her hand, which was nothing unusual. Like all girls her age, Louise was always buying clothes. I was still lying on the couch when she came into the room a few minutes later, still dressed in her work uniform, consisting of a light blue blouse with the dealership logo on it, and a short denim skirt.

 

“Hey,” she said, smiling brightly.

 

“Hi, Lou,” I answered, putting my book down on the floor.

 

She walked over to the couch, and I pulled my feet back on the couch to give her a space to sit at the opposite end, and she sat down. We chatted for a few minutes about her day at work, and what I had done with my day, and I couldn’t help but think about how good her work clothes looked on her. The blouse was cut in slightly at the waist, so it emphasised her curvy shape and perky tits, and the skirt made the most of her great legs and shapely bottom. It occurred to me that old Mr Cairncross must have really known what he was doing when he put her on the front desk. I’m sure plenty of guys would have been happy to book their car in for its next service, if they thought they’d get an eyeful of Louise next time they came in.

 

She stopped in mid-sentence, and said, “What are you looking at?” with a smile.

 

“I was just thinking your work clothes look good on you,” I answered.

 

She kept that pretty smile and said, “You see me dressed like this five days a week. I’ve got drawers full of blouses just like this, and suddenly you’re saying I look good in them. Where’s that coming from?”

 

“Well,” I said, “you either look good or you don’t. I’m just saying, you look good.”

 

She shook her head, and we continued talking, but there was something about her, like she was waiting for the right time to do something, or maybe, she knew something I didn’t. Anyway, I had a feeling something was going on.

 

After another few minutes of talking, she seemed to come to a decision, and she stood up, stepped closer to me, and slipped off her sandals.

 

“Wayne,” she said, in a tone she always used when she was going to ask me for a favour.

 

“Yes, Louise,” I answered.

 

“There’s something…,” she paused, “…something I’d like you to do.”

 

“What’s that?”, I asked, smiling back up at her.

 

“Me,” she answered, simply, and then she turned and climbed onto the couch, straddling me, but facing towards my feet in a kind of almost sixty-nine position, with her bottom in front of my face, and her skirt pulled up by the position she was in. To my astonishment, I saw that she had no pants on. Her pussy was bare, and pulled open, right in front of me, and I felt a cold wave of excitement passing through me, as I realised this was only going to get better.

 

“You didn’t go to work like this, did you?”, I asked in amazement.

 

“No, Brainiac,” I heard her say, ”I took them off and threw them on my bed when I came in. Do you think I’d go to work without any knickers on? Mr Cairncross’d have a stroke if he saw me at my desk like that.”

 

“I know what he’d be stroking,” I said.

 

“There’s a time and place for such vulgarity, and this is neither the time or the place,” Louise said, mocking our mother, who sometimes used that expression when our dad said something out of place, or told an off-colour joke. We both laughed, but I never thought I’d hear those words in circumstances like this, with my sister’s pussy, open and glistening with moisture, right in front of my face.

 

“So,” I started, “what was this favour you wanted?”

 

“Well”, Louise said, “this is a serious matter, Wayne. Very serious.”

 

“Go on,” I said, taking in the vista before me.   The excitement was almost unbearable.

 

“Wayne, you can see my pussy, can’t you?” she asked.

 

I resisted the temptation to say something ridiculous, and I simply said, “Yes, I can, and I have to say, it looks rather nice, too.”

 

“Well, last night”, she started, still with that serious tone in her voice, “my pussy did something very naughty.”  

 

“Naughty?”, I replied.

 

“Yes, very naughty,” she said.

 

“What did it do?” I asked, equally serious.

 

“Well,” she said, “I’m afraid that last night, my pussy fucked my brother.”

 

“Ohhhh, that was bad,” I said, but I just couldn’t keep the smile out of my voice.

 

“So, you see, Wayne, I really need your help here, and you’ve always been such a good brother to me, so I know I can rely on you for this,” Louise said, maintaining the serious tone in her voice.

 

“So”, I said, placing my right hand on her gorgeous right buttock, and gently using my thumb to pull her inner lip open a little more, “what is it you want me to do?”

 

“Wayne, I need you to punish my pussy for me,” she said, “by fucking it, hard, and deep, from behind, to teach it a lesson about fucking my brother like that. Can you do that for me, Wayne.”

 

“Oh, yes,” I said, swallowing to moisten my throat, “I can do that for you.”

 

I was eager to start, but she went on with, “There’s just one other thing, Wayne.”

 

“What’s that?” I asked, interested and eager.

 

“Well,” she started, “do you remember when Dad used to punish us when we were little?”

 

I had no idea where this was going, but I thought back to the few times our dad had spanked us, and I said, “I’m afraid you’ll have to help me out there, Lou.”

 

“Do you remember,” she started, “before he did it, he used to always tell us he loved us, and it was only for our own good?”

 

“Yes,” I said. I still had no idea what she was leading up to.  

 

“Well”, she started, “I need you to start by showing my pussy how much you love it. You do love my pussy, don’t you, Wayne?”

 

“Oh, yes, very much,” I said, looking right at the pouting entrance to her pussy, “but, how would you like me to do that?”

 

“Wayne, last night was your first time,” she said, in that same soft, gentle, but serious tone, “so I kind of, talked you through things, but I think you’re ready to go solo now. You’re a smart guy, you’ll work it out.”

 

I didn’t think it was possible for me to be any more excited, but then I realised what she was asking me to do, and I said, “When would you like me to start?”

 

“Any time you’re ready, Wayne,” she said.

 

I had never licked a pussy before, and last night was the first time I had ever had my mouth anywhere near one. I moved my head forward, and smelt the scent of Louise’s pussy, that sweetish, tangy smell, so inviting, so incredible, so arousing for a man, and I took it in. I sniffed, and then I breathed gently, letting it waft back into my nostrils, so I could really appreciate it. I moved my mouth up to the entrance to her pussy, and I kissed it, the way a man kisses a woman’s mouth when they are about to make love, lips slightly open, tasting, enjoying, experiencing.

 

I drew back from the kiss, and I moved to her left buttock, taking in its shape. I kissed her gently in the centre of her buttock, feeling the soft smooth skin over the firm muscle underneath. Louise’s bottom had been moulded beautifully by nature, and then sculpted to perfection by gymnastics and sport, so it was a thing of absolute beauty.

 

I moved my mouth back to her pussy again, and I ran my mouth and tongue gently down her left inner lip, turning it so I could get as much of the flavour as I could. I don’t know if there is a word that has been invented to describe how exciting this was to me, and as I brushed my tongue across her clit, I felt her flinch. Then, I ran my tongue slowly back up the other pussy lip, once again turning it so I could really taste her.

 

I moved my mouth to the opening of her pussy again, and I kissed it a second time, gently, lovingly, tasting the rim with the tip of my tongue, as I held the kiss. Then, I gently pushed my tongue right inside, tasting this intimate part of Louise’s body, that she had entrusted to me for my loving care and attention. After a moment, I drew back, and dipped my tongue into the pool of her juice, between her pussylips, and I spread it across my tongue, tasting it again.

 

I placed the tip of my tongue against the skin between her vagina and anus, moistening a little spot, and then blew gently on it. “That tickles,” Louise said, with a giggle in her voice. Then, I pulled my head back, and I decided to try something I had only read about in magazines.

 

I dipped my lips into the juice between Louise’s inner pussylips, and moved my mouth down to her clit, and I placed my lips, lubricated liberally with her own fluids, over it. I moved my mouth back and forth slightly on her little clit, and she seemed to buck and made an “Oo-ohh!” sound. I put my hands onto her back, just at the top of her buttocks, and linked my fingers, holding her in place, and I continued to work my mouth gently back and forth on her clit, with just a tiny bit of suction from my mouth, and she immediately started to moan and gyrate her pelvis in my face. She squeezed her magnificent thighs against my head, and I heard her say, “Ohhh,…,…, ughh!”, then, with a strain in her voice, “Wayne! You’re gonna make me come with your mouth! Ohhhhh!!! Where did you learn that?!!”

 

I came up for air, and I said, “I just read it somewhere.”

 

I heard a gasp as she relaxed, and Louise said, “You’re some kind of genius at this!”

 

I felt her opening my fly and undoing my trousers, then there was cool air and warm breath on my cock. “I think,” she started, “it’s about time we moved on to the next stage. Are you ready for that?”

 

“I think I’m up for it,” I answered

 

I felt her finger, or it may have been a thumb, gently run the length of my hard, eager tool, from the head down, and then Louise said, “Well, you’ve certainly brought the right equipment along, and believe me, you’re up for it.” I felt her gently kiss the tip of my cock, which could not have been harder if it had been carved out of a titanium ingot.

 

Louise lifted her left leg and moved to allow me to get out from under her. Then, she reached back and unzipped her short skirt, and slipped it off, one leg at a time, tossing it on the floor. She positioned herself on all fours on the couch, and I felt weak at the knees at the sight of her beautiful bottom, and her wet pussy, open for me. She looked back over her shoulder with that mischievous smile, somehow sexier than I remembered, and said, “Just remember, teach it a lesson it’ll never forget.”

 

I moved toward her and guided my cock into the opening of her pussy. It was incredibly wet, and I slipped in halfway, and then drew back, to see my cock coated with her juices. I began my own fucking motion, using just half of my cock, for a few slow strokes and then I gently pushed in all the way, the walls of her pussy embracing my cock lovingly. I started doing full length strokes, but not fast, hard or deep, just to get things started, even though Louise had asked me to fuck her hard and deep, and once I got the motion going, I heard her say, “Ohhhh, that's lovely, Wayne.”

 

I could see my cock going inside her, and I was amazed how deep inside it seemed to go, and then with each out stroke, the inner wall seemed to stick to it, as though her pussy was reluctant to let me go. Now and again, I would adjust my position a little, to make the sensitive parts of my cock push harder against the walls of her pussy, and then when I felt myself getting a little too close to an orgasm that I might lose control of, I shifted slightly. I loved doing this, but I wanted to fuck Louise they way she had asked me to. She had asked to be fucked hard, but I wanted to build up to it first.

 

I pulled back and started a...

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