Jacquee climbed off, knelt beside me and looked at my still-hard dick, throbbing for release. She slid it between her luscious lips and started blowing me again. I had been close to climax for a while; with my cock in her warm, moist mouth again, I was ready to shoot. I came in a little less than a minute. Once again my sister swallowed it all. After milking the last drops of cum from my dick, she lay down with her head on my chest and fell asleep.
I slept for a while myself. When I awoke, Jacquee was gone...I guess the mountain woman knew what she was talking bout when she said not to use too much; she was really on another planet for a bit...Facing her after this time was surely going to be difficult.
Jacquee was avoiding me like the plague. She was probably beating herself up over what “she” had done over the last few days, of course never realizing the secret stuff I’d been using engineered it all. One time could maybe be explained as a fluke; but after the second time...I think I may have used too much of it the second time, though. If I were going to continue, I’d have to be more careful. I decided to lay off and size her up before making any more plans.
We bumped into each other a couple of times around the house during the week but she was clearly uncomfortable. I tried my best to show her that I was still there for her, still her brother, her pal; it didn’t” work. If she was this upset, I guess I’d have to stop. I didn’t want to hurt her. I decided to ask her directly if she wanted to talk. Thankfully, she did.
“Well...I can’t really explain it,” she said. “I think I might be a nymphomaniac.” She said it like she really didn’t believe it.
“Can I ask you a personal question?” I gently asked.
“Sure. Why the hell not?” The implication in her tone was, “why not; we’ve been “round the world, why not get personal?”
“Have you felt like this with any one else? Have you “lost control” with other guys?” I knew darn well she hadn’t.
“No! Damn it! That’s what is making this so hard for me to understand! It’s just you! And you’re my brother! We can’t do this! I can’t do this to you!” She was clearly conflicted.
“Look, Jacquee. So you’ve had these “urges” around me lately; I must admit I was a little weirded-out by this whole thing, but I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t enjoy it. You know that. So if it’s hurting me you’re worried about, don’t! I can handle what happened! If you needed something that bad from me, I’m glad I was there for you. No matter what it was! And I’m happy it was your brother that you “lost it” with instead of some pick-up or something.” I lifted her chin to look into her eyes; she smiled weakly at me. “So if I’m OK with it, then what’s really bothering you about it?”
“I don’t know. You make a lot of sense, Wayne. I guess, after thinking about it some more, that I only felt like it was wrong because society says it is. But if I didn’t hurt you or myself, and these things happened between us willingly, I guess there’s nothing to be upset over. I’ll be OK.”
“Good.” I felt a little guilty about how confused she was, so I was glad I had made her feel better about it. I would lay off the stuff for a while, hoping that next time, she’d feel ok about it afterwards.
Well, “next time” came the next day. I’m bad, I know. But I couldn’t help myself...Jacquee is just too hot to ignore for long, if you’ve got the secret to getting into her pants. And I did. It was in the afternoon; the opportunity presented itself and I succumbed to temptation. The night before would have worked, too, but Jacquee went out with friends. Today she was out with Judy, making up the lunch date she had blown off. I gambled, not knowing if she had plans for the evening or not, and stayed in to see. I scoped out the fridge, seeing that, as usual, Jacquee had a half-empty bottle of diet Pepsi to finish...would this be a good place to put it? Or should I wait to see what happens if and when she comes home? If I put it in now, she definitely wouldn’t make plans for the night with anyone but me. I was just sprinkling some into the top of the bottle when I heard her car pull up. She was here. She entered the house wearing green half shirt, cut off shorts and open-toed shoes. Her bare legs were breathtaking. “Big plans for tonight?”
“Nope; no plans...you?”
I lied and said, “I might go and do some jogging. I’m just trying to motivate myself. I couldn’t make it sound like I had conspired to be home tonight with her. Then I noticed: she had walked in with a cup of fast-food lemonade in her hand! Damn! Now I had to try to get to that before she killed it. We small-talked about the mall, Judy, Judy’s boyfriend; then Jacquee headed to the bathroom. Bingo! I sprinted over to her cup and added the stuff; a little less than last time. I replaced the lid just in time...She came back into the kitchen and drank the remaining lemonade. Score. She asked me if I wanted dinner and I said I didn’t. I told her I had decided against jogging was going to take a quick ride to the store for some beers and a scratch ticket; I figured that when I returned the action would be about ready to start. What I didn’t figure was, while I was gone, Jacquee would also finish off her diet Pepsi...with the initial dose in it. She had almost doubled the previous session’s dose. Mercy.
When I returned, I didn’t see Jacquee anywhere. But I did see her big shiny vibrator sitting right on top of the couch, next to one of my porn magazines...let the games begin! I opened the fridge door to stash the beers and OH MY GOD! That’s when I noticed the diet Pepsi was empty. Before I could consider the implications, I heard Jacquee calling me from the bathroom. “Wayne? Wayne, can you come here and help me with something?” I had no idea what to expect. I walked to the bathroom, opened the door...
There was Jacquee, completely nude; sitting on the edge of the sink, facing me with her legs spread wide open. There was thick white shaving cream spread over her entire pubic area; a disposable razor in one hand, and the water in the sink was running. She smiled sensually at me. She spoke very slowly. “Hi, Wayne. Could you give me a hand with this? I’ve never shaved myself before and I think maybe you should do it for me.” Oh, boy...She held out the razor to me and I walked zombie-like towards her.
“Uh, Jacquee...Do you feel OK?” I took the razor from her. She had gotten a good bit of work done; about half of her crotch was shaven, still smeared with shave cream.
“Why do you ask, Wayne? I feel fine! I feel fucking great. I’ll feel even better if you’ll help me shave my cunt...I’m shaving it for you, you know...”
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