I Need to Process This

This is the third part of this story, and it would probably make more sense if you read Chapters 1 and 2 first. At the risk of repeating myself, this is all total fantasy, but I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoy reading. Thanks for the comments and votes on the first two parts; please comment and vote on this one.

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Mel arrived in the morning with her suitcase. The day was spent with more sorting out, including a visit to the undertakers to see Mum for one last time. We stood side-by-side, holding hands this time, looking down at her. She would have been so happy that she had brought us together.

The funeral was going to be the end of the following week, and it promised to be a good turnout — Mum was very popular. The undertaker had booked the Crematorium and we sorted out a private booking at a local restaurant for a buffet and drinks afterwards.

In the evening, we ate another of Mum’s meals, and split another bottle of her wine. Afterwards we sat chatting, hand in hand, and around ten we went upstairs together. It seemed so completely natural as Mel undressed me, pushed me back on to the bed, then knelt between my legs, gently stroking my cock. I was propped up on pillows, and watched with pleasure as she held and massaged my cock, murmuring at it all the time. She did her blowing trick, which felt amazing, but then she suddenly leaned forwards and took my cock in her mouth.

I shuddered with pleasure as she sucked at it before taking it out and smiling up at me. “Like I said, Davie,” she whispered. “One step at a time.” She used her hands and her mouth, licking the shaft and taking my smooth balls in her mouth. One of her fingers insinuated itself gently into my arse, and she found my prostate, massaging it with her forefinger. As she did so, she sucked urgently on my cock, gently biting the shaft and making me almost scream with pleasure.

From time to time she moved her mouth down to kiss my balls, my thighs, up to kiss my belly, my nipples, but all the time she had her finger inside me. I think I would have cum with just that stimulation, but as I was getting close, she took me in her mouth again, moving up and down with the rhythm of her finger on my prostate. I could feel it happening and said through my gritted teeth “Mel! I’m going to cum any minute!”

She reached up with her free hand and gripped mine, squeezing tight. She grunted something that sounded like “OK” and increased the speed of her head moving up and down on my cock. Suddenly I came, and Mel grunted as my cum shot into her mouth, spilling out of her lips and down my cock. She continued moving more slowly, gradually coming to a stop. She pulled slowly away from the head, and with a huge effort, or so it seemed, swallowed everything. She looked up and grinned to me. “You really are a major-league cummer, aren’t you?” She licked the side of my shaft, taking even more of the spunk that was now rolling on to the bed. “Tastes lovely as well. Sweet but savoury.” She laughed happily. “Lovely.”

She moved up and rested her head on my shoulder, gently touching my now shrinking cock with her soft fingers. I kissed the top of her head. “You are amazing, Mel. Just incredible.”

She turned and kissed the hollow of my shoulder, saying “You’re welcome, Davie. You make me feel very special.”

I put my arm more tightly round her shoulders and said “I want you to let me make you feel good. Please?”

I felt her head shake and she said “There’s no need, Davie. Like I said, my hand knows what it’s doing better than any man’s could. So I am better off making myself cum. Thanks anyway.”

I said quietly, “I wasn’t going to use my hand, Mel. I want to do it with my mouth.”

She stiffened, leaned up on her elbow, and looked me in the eye. “That really is a stretch, Davie. It’s just going too far.”

I reached out and held her hand. “No, it’s not Mel. Look at me. I’m lying here naked, and you’ve just swallowed my cum. You made me feel amazing, and I want to make you feel the same. And I will. I promise.”

She sat bolt upright. “Please, Davie, no. Don’t ask that. Not yet. I am sorry, I know it seems selfish after, well, what just happened. But I want to take time. I need to think. Like I said, I need to process these things.”

I reached up and put my hand on her shoulder, pulling her gently down towards me. She resisted, but I said “It’s OK, Mel. Come back and lie down. I’m not going to force anything on you.” She reluctantly lay down alongside me, and I kissed the top of her head again. “I understand all you’re saying, and I know that we’ve moved at a hell of a gallop. So no pressure. Just know that when you are ready, I want to make you feel good, like you make me feel. OK?”

“OK Davie, I understand. Just I’m not used to it. It’s not happened to me that often, and it’s never been a good experience. Then I met Doug and he didn’t like, you know, going down on me. I just need time. Maybe it will be all right one day. But like you say, things are galloping along a bit.” She paused and looked at me. “I’ll go and sleep in my bed tonight. OK? It’s not rejection, just that I need…”

“I know,” I interrupted. “You need to process this.”

She laughed and slapped me on the arm: “Don’t take the piss, little brother. Behave!” She rolled off the bed and stood up. “Goodnight Davie. Thanks for understanding.” She walked out, turning to blow me a kiss as she did so. I heard her go into her room and close the door. It was just incredible how quickly things were happening: it almost made me feel giddy.

As I went to sleep, I pondered whether — or rather when — we’d get to talk more about our childhood tensions. Or maybe we didn’t need to do that now. I didn’t want to say anything to spoil what we had going.

We spent most of Saturday morning sorting out Mum’s clothes and delivering more stuff to charity shops. Over lunch, we worked out what else needed to be done — not a lot really, apart from getting some cleaners in — so in the afternoon, we decided to take a break from it all, and went to the local cinema. It felt amazing to be going out with my beautiful sister, and when the lights went down she let me stroke her thigh, although she wouldn’t let me feel between her legs. It was fun to try, though.

It was early evening by the time the movie had finished, so we decided to go for a pub meal. It really was perfect, like being on a first date — only better. Mel and I had already gone through many of the stages of understanding and misunderstanding that most new couples have to go through, and we seemed mature and comfortable in each other’s company.

We sat in the pub and we talked about Mum, growing up, school friends, and mostly about each other, filling in more of the gaps in our lives. I told her about setting up the business with Jim the nerd. We’d been working in Manchester with the same software company, and Jim was really into mobile and phone apps, and wanted to develop some. But our bosses weren’t keen, so we took a leap. I borrowed five grand from Mum, Jim got the same from his grandparents, and with a grant from the local development agency and a bank loan we set up our business in a lock-up on an industrial estate. Jim was right. We’d developed quite a few successful apps over the years, sold some and licensed others, and we were doing OK. And we’d paid back Mum and Jim’s grandparents, with interest.

Mel told me some more about Doug, who did sound to be an absolute prick. There was clearly a drink issue, and an ego issue, and an issue with clever women. I mean, he meets this gorgeous and seriously clever woman who was studying PPE and spoke French and Italian, and he seems to have dedicated his life to putting her down.

After leaving university, they’d moved in together in an apartment in London. Doug got himself his hot-shot, shit-hot job in the City, and Mel started working for an international management consultancy based out towards Heathrow. “Funny, really, because it’s the sort of thing I should have hated,” she explained. “But I loved the buzz, and I was quite good at it. Doug liked it at first, but then it got so that I was earning as much as him, and he started being really rude. He used to make fun of me in front of my colleagues, and in front of his, and if I got upset he’d tell me not to be so prissy.”

Then Doug insisted that they move out of London, and they bought a big house in Essex. “It was perfect for him, but a really heavy commute for me. So I resigned, and started working as a PA for a local accountant who wouldn’t keep his hands to himself.”

Eventually Doug told Mel that he wanted her to give up work altogether, and to ‘support’ him in his career, hosting dinner parties for his colleagues and clients and being the trophy wife. “I hated it, but I did it because I thought I loved him. Then we found out about my ovaries, and it was downhill all the way from there.”

Divorce proceedings were under way, but it wasn’t going well. “I don’t want a fight with him. I’d like it to be amicable, but I think he’s hiding stuff, you know — money in hidden bank accounts and so on. Anyway, someone I know from university knows this top divorce lawyer, and if Doug carries on messing me about, I’ll put her on him.” She laughed. “I’ve spoken to her twice and she scares the living daylights out of me.”

And we talked some more about us. I told her again how sad I had been and also — being honest — how pissed off I’d been as we had drifted apart. “I should have been more grown-up about it. I should have called you, at least written to you,” I said. “I know that. But I guess I didn’t know how you would react. Stupid of me.”

“No, not stupid at all,” Mel said. “I was an absolute cow to you when we were growing up, and I still don’t know why. It might be because of Dad dying, and me wanting a man in my life when I was growing up.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I was a bit of a short-arse, wasn’t I? What was it, ‘Davie’s the runt of the litter’?”

“Fuck yes, I said that didn’t I. What a cow. Absolute fucking cow.” She looked at me and she had tears in her eyes. “I’m so sorry. You know why I did it, why I said it? Because it made the other girls laugh, and made me feel popular. I can’t believe I did that.” She looked down at her drink, clenching her jaw. “I can’t believe I, you know, did the other thing, either. That was even worse, really bad of me.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that. Like I said the other night, I don’t think it harmed me. And yes, I did feel sad afterwards, when you ignored me, didn’t talk to me. That’s why this is so nice.”

“It is nice,” she said softly, glancing towards me. “I kept expecting you to be angry with me. And I guess I just retreated so you couldn’t get at me.” She laughed in a slightly bitter way. “Ridiculous, really, because I blamed you for how I felt,” she said. “I should have talked to you, trusted you.”

I took her hand in mine and squeezed it gently. “It’s how wars start, isn’t it? People not talking.”

She smiled at me. “I’m glad we’re talking now. It feels so much better than I ever thought it would. I’m sorry for being nasty, and for being stupid.”

“Mel,” I said, “you were never stupid. I was as much to blame as you. Like you said, it’s good we’re talking now. Better than good. It’s wonderful.” I squeezed her hand again. “Let’s go home.”

We walked home slowly, arm in arm, enjoying the lovely balmy evening. When we got back, we had a glass of wine together, and chatted some more. When we finished our wine, Mel looked at me and said, “Let’s go upstairs.”

I followed her upstairs and into my room. Just inside the door, she stopped and turned to me, holding me slightly at arm’s length. “I want us to enjoy this, Davie, this life we’ve suddenly found. But please don’t rush me. Please?”

I reached and took her hand, raised it to my lips and kissed it. “Always one step at a time, Mel. And the steps are all yours. I love everything about this, and I really have no wish to ruin it.”

She smiled. “OK. Well don’t just stand there, big boy, get yer kit off!” With her help I undressed, and by the time I was fully naked I already had a raging hard-on.

She smiled as she took my cock in her hand and led me to the bed. When we were there, she gently eased me down and smiled at me. “I’m very impressed by your virility, you know. Are you always this hard?”

I looked up at her. “I told you, Mel, the only time I get this hard is when I think about you. It’s not the same otherwise.”

She smiled again. “Well, if it’s my fault, I’d better do something about it.” In one fluid movement, she knelt in front of me, pushed me back on the bed, and took my cock in her mouth, holding my balls softly in both hands.

I’d never felt anything like it. Just as the second time Mel wanked me was even better than the first, so this was better than last night. Would it continue getting better? The softness and warmth of her mouth filled my consciousness, and as she moved her head from side-to-side, I could feel her tongue, licking the head of my cock. She lifted up and my cock came out of her mouth, but she held it against her lips, pursing them and moving them slowly up-and-down and side-to-side.

I moaned softly and reached down to stroke her face, and she turned away from my cock to lick the palm of my hand. It felt beautiful, sublime, and she moved quickly to take my fingers in her mouth. At the same time, Mel used one had to stroke my cock, and with the other fondled my balls, flicking my sphincter with her finger.

She moved her hands to my belly and her mouth to my cock. She seemed to go seamlessly from one thing to the other, all the time building my climax. It was just amazing, almost literally mind-blowing, like a psychedelic experience, a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations that filled my mind and controlled my body. She moved her mouth down my cock, licking gently, and took my balls in her mouth.

I felt my climax coming, and so did she. She reached up and gripped my hands, holding them tightly as she took my cock back in her mouth, moving her head faster and faster. I tried to hold it but couldn’t and I shot a massive stream of cum into Mel’s mouth. She grunted, and milked my cock slowly, squeezing it with her lips to extract the last drops. I was bucking up and down, and she again stroked my belly to calm me down.

After what seemed like an age of sensuality, Mel released my cock and swallowed heavily, then licked gently around my cock, murmuring to herself. “Mmm. I do like the taste of your cum, brother.” She laughed happily. “Good job really, given how much you make.”

I reached down and pulled her up towards me. She had that dreamy smile on her face again, but when I tried to kiss her lips, she moved her head to one side and rested her head on my shoulder. She said very quietly, “No, Davie, not yet. I’m not ready, OK?”

I smiled and said, “I know. But I really want to satisfy you. You can do it yourself, of course you can, but me doing it would be really special. It just seems right. Please?”

She stroked my chest. “Part of me wants to,” she said, hesitantly, “but I’m scared. Really scared. We’ve gone this far, but… you on me… it seems wrong.” She looked up and me and smiled. “I know it seems silly, but I’m just scared, Davie. It’s such a leap.”

“There’s no need to be scared, Mel. And look, if you decide you don’t like it, I’ll stop. I promise. I just want to make you feel good.”

“I know you do, Davie. But it’s easy to say you’ll stop if I don’t like it. What happens if I do like it? Really like it? Like it too much? Will I be ashamed of myself? You’re still my brother.” She sat up and looked at me, trying to make up her mind. She repeated, “You are still my brother.” I said nothing — it was her call; she had to make up her own mind. She nodded and looked into my eyes: “Can we have the lights off, then? Please?”

“Of course we can.” I said, gently. “You make the decisions, Mel. But listen, you shouldn’t be ashamed of any of this, not now, not ever. Yes, I am your brother and you’re my sister, but it’s beautiful, it really is.”

“Mmm. Yes, it is.” She nodded and smiled. “OK. But I’ll need to take a shower.”

“Why don’t we take a shower together?”

She laughed happily. “No way, Davie. That really is a step too far. Wait, I’ll go and shower.” She jumped off the bed and rushed out of the room. At the door she stopped and looked back at me with her half-frown and serious eyes. “No fucking, OK? We can’t fuck, ever. This is bad enough.”

Without waiting for an answer, she went off and for the next 15 minutes I listened to her opening drawers, banging around, gathering up things, and going into the bathroom. The sense of anticipation was almost unbearable. I heard her finish her shower and a few minutes later there was a knock at the door. “OK, put the lights out.”

I reached to my left and switched off the bedside light, and the door opened. I briefly saw her outline in her silk negligée, but she disappeared into darkness once she closed the door. I felt her bump into the bed, heard the negligée waft to the floor, and then her weight on the bed. “I’m really scared, Davie,” she whispered.

“Like I said, there’s no need. Come here, Mel, let me hold you.” She moved towards me, and I wrapped my arms around her. She felt amazing and I held her closer, her full breasts naked on my chest, her soft belly on mine, our faces together. I could feel her nipples, hard against me. She shivered slightly, although the night was warm. “It’s OK, darling,” I whispered. “Just relax. I would never hurt you. OK?”

She laughed lightly. “You called me darling. I like that.” I kissed the top of her head, and she turned to face me more fully. “Please, darling Davie, no fucking. Are we agreed on that? No fucking. Ever.”

I put my hand under her chin and lifted her face up towards mine. I could just make out her features. “No fucking, darling Mel, no fucking, ever. But would it be OK to kiss you? All over?”

I leaned down to kiss her lips but she pulled back. “Not on the lips, Davie. It feels too much like incest.” She laughed. “I know, I’m stupid. Sorry.”

“Don’t say that, Mel. Like I said before, when we were in the pub, you’re not stupid. You’re the cleverest, most thoughtful, most sensitive person I have ever met. If you don’t want to kiss on the lips yet, it’s fine. Like I said, everything at your pace.”

She laughed quietly. “Thing is, I do want to kiss on the lips. I’m just scared.”

“OK,” I said. “Well, I want to kiss you all over. Shall I start with your lips? Or come back later?” She hesitated for a moment, then pulled my mouth to hers, opening her lips at the probing of my tongue, and again shuddering slightly. How many times had I dreamed of kissing my beautiful sister? Hundreds, but I never once imagined it would really happen, never thought it could possibly be as good as this. Her kissing technique was up there with her ability to wank me and suck me.

Slowly I moved down her body. I spent a lot of time kissing her earlobes and neck, which she clearly loved. I kissed her shoulders and her armpits and down both arms. I kissed her hands, and licked her palms, sucked her fingers, and went back to kiss her neck again. Mel began making murmuring sounds, like she did when she wanked me.

I took one of her breasts in my hand, feeling its perfect weight and softness, cupping it gently. I bent to take the nipple in my mouth. It was hard, like a pebble, and I wondered in passing if it was pink. I couldn’t see, but one day I would. “Christ, Mel, you are beautiful, you really are.” I murmured. “I could do this forever, and still not get tired of it.” She said nothing, but gently stroked my head with both hands.

I moved sideways to the other nipple and took it gently between my teeth, mouthing it gently. Mel moaned with pleasure, and I pulled on the teat like a baby. I kissed and licked between her breasts, holding them with my hands against my face. I had never felt such beautiful softness in my whole life. Slowly I moved down to her belly button, and I put my tongue inside, nibbling and gently biting. Mel squirmed under me, mumbling to herself.

Her stomach was gently rounded, but firm, and it felt soft beneath my lips. I was moving down over her smoothness, but she grabbed the sides of my head with her hands. “Wait, Davie. I’m not sure. Wait, let me think.”

I smiled, and I licked her belly and lifted up my head. “Don’t just think, darling. Feel. Enjoy the feeling.” I pulled down slightly and she let me. Her pussy was shaven, completely smooth, but her legs were clenched tightly together. I moved down and stuck my tongue between her thighs, into her soft cleft, smelling her warmth and femininity, and I stroked the sides of her buttocks and her stomach as my tongue probed her.

It took a while, which was fine by me because I was enjoying every second of this, and I used the time to massage her soft, smooth belly and stroke her breasts and thighs, licking her and teasing her. But I felt her slowly relax, and I licked more urgently between her legs, eventually touching her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue. Mel moaned slightly and relaxed her legs even more. Gently, I pulled her thighs slightly apart, opening her up to my tongue. As I licked her clitoris for the first time her body rocked heavily, and I used my fingers to gently pull her pussy lips apart. She was soft and wet, and she smelled of fine perfume.

I insinuated my tongue deeper inside her and licked gently up and down, up and down. My upper lip was against her clitoris, and as my tongue moved against her, I shifted my head slowly from side to side, rubbing her, and feeling her clit get harder. Her knees came up on either side of my body, and her feet rested gently in the crook of my arms. I felt her moving in time with the rhythm of my tongue and lips, and she began to moan more insistently.

I pulled her labia further apart and pushed in two fingers, one on each side of my tongue. As the fingers slid into her moist centre, I took my mouth to her clit, holding it between my lips, gently biting it in time with the movement of my probing fingers. Her feet, still on my upper arms, began to push insistently, and for a moment I thought she wanted me to stop, although Mel’s keening moans told me otherwise. Then her legs straightened and her feet slid up and over to my back, as she gripped my head between her outstretched thighs.

I moved one of my hands between her buttocks and started to play with her sphincter, while holding the first two fingers of my other hand in her pussy. I bore down harder on her clit while I pushed my fingers against her pelvic mound from inside. Now I could feel Mel coming to a climax and my mouth, lips, tongue, teeth and fingers were all working in unison.

Suddenly she stiffened and began to shudder strongly and repeatedly, pushing her hot pussy against my open mouth. I rammed my stiff tongue deep inside her, and ground my upper teeth gently but insistently against her clit, which was now fully engorged and beautifully hard. As I slid both my hands up to grab her nipples, a moan of sheer ecstasy came from deep inside her, changing into a cry of delight, coming to a crescendo as she bucked and roiled in the storms of her orgasm.

As it subsided, she continued to churn and roll, her stomach flexing again and again against my hand, and I could feel her moving from side to side. I slowed things down, licking from time to time on her pussy lips, reaching up and gently stroking her breasts and belly. Her breathing was still heavy, and she continued to shudder occasionally as I brushed her nipples with my fingers, or caught her clit with my tongue.

She relaxed a little, and I moved my head slowly up her body, licking her belly button, then her breasts, coming to kiss her neck and ears. I found her mouth and we kissed deeply, passionately, our tongues gently lapping together. Her hands were on the back of my head, stroking it fondly. I pulled away and kissed her nose, then her forehead, and back to her nose.

“No-one’s ever done that to me before,” she said, panting slightly. “Thank you.”

“Entirely my pleasure, ma’am,” I smiled.

“Honestly, Davie, I’ve never had anything like that. It was, I dunno, amazing. At one point I thought my head was going to explode. I wanted you to stop, but I didn’t want you to stop. Have you ever had that feeling?”

“Yes. Like when you were, you know, sucking me, I wanted you to stop because I didn’t want it to finish, but I wanted you to finish as well. Like that?”

“Mmm yes, kind of. It was lovely. You know the French call it ‘La petite mort’? The orgasm? The French call it the little death?” She laughed. “I died and went to heaven for a while!”

I kissed her again, deeply, and smiled. “Well, putting you to death was lovely. I hope you will let me do it again? Some time?”

“Yes I will. I’d love it.” She hesitated for a moment. “I’d like to sleep here with you, Davie. But don’t do anything, will you? No fucking? OK?”

I slid my arms round her and pulled her close. “No, Mel. No fucking.” I kissed her very gently, and loosened my grip on her. “Everything at your pace, I promise, but no fucking, ever.”

She giggled. “Thanks… Are we going to sleep spoonies?”

“Is there any other way?” I turned over and she pushed up against me, her breasts crushed against my back, her thighs pressed against the backs of mine. “That feels so fucking wonderful,” I murmured. She kissed my back between the shoulder blades, and we drifted off into a deep sleep.

In the morning, I woke up to the sound of Mel’s rhythmic breathing. She was facing me, and she’d pushed off some of the bedclothes during the night. I was able to see, for the first time, her soft rounded breasts — and yes, she did have pink nipples, sitting in gorgeous pink areolae. My morning erection started to rear, and I felt guilty for looking at Mel’s beautiful body, knowing how adamant she’d been about putting the light off the night before.

Gently I eased the sheet up to cover her shoulders and breasts, and as I did so she opened her eyes, smiled at me and pulled the sheets close under her chin. “Didn’t you like looking at my saggy boobs,” she asked with a grin.

“Your breasts are not saggy at all, darling girl. They are beautiful — it’s just that you were a bit shy last night, so…”

Mel grinned again. “That’s really nice and thoughtful of you, Davie. And thanks for the compliments.” She tucked her chin down into the sheet. “It was lovely waking up with you.”

I leaned forwards to kiss her, and as our lips touched, she reached out and took my cock in her hand. It was already getting hard, but at her touch it became rigid. “You get hard so quickly,” she whispered breathlessly.

“That’s because of you,” I smiled. “I told you, I get hard just thinking about you, so being with you I get hard in seconds.”

She giggled. “Yes, you said. It’s lovely,” she said. “It makes me feel very special. Feminine. And attractive. I like being attractive again.” She started to stroke my cock, holding it very lightly in her hand and looking into my eyes. Suddenly she reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling it to my cock. “You do it, Davie,” she said. “I want to watch you do it, like you do when you’re on your own. I want you watch you wanking, like you do when you think of me. Only this time you don’t have to imagine me. Yes?”

I took hold of my cock and started stroking. Mel quickly moved forwards, locking my upper leg between her thighs and pulling her pussy hard against me. She was already wet, and I put my arm around her, drawing her closer to me and kissing her, her beautiful heavy breasts against me. She groaned with pleasure and used her hands to pull my thigh even tighter into her, rubbing her pussy backwards and forwards against my tensed muscles.

With my free leg, I kicked off the sheets and pushed my thigh high against her, so that Mel was riding it like a horse. As I did so, she pulled away from me: her eyes were half open, almost unseeing, and she whispered “Wank yourself, Davie. Don’t wait. I want to watch you, to see you cum.” She was riding my leg faster and faster, moaning softly, her lips slightly parted, her breasts rolling with her movements, her nipples hard and pointed. Fuck, she looked sexy.

I stroked my cock faster, in time with Mel’s movement on my thigh, which I rubbed even harder against her pussy. Her moans and mine intermingled and I kissed and licked her lips as my belly tightened. I grunted “I’m cumming, cumming!”

Mel moaned and then screamed “Yesss, yesssss, YESSSSSSSS. YEEEEEEEEESSSSS!” We threshed madly, her breasts pushing against my chest and our lips and tongues stuck together like glue. She orgasmed suddenly and with a massive outpouring of energy, and seconds later I shot a load of cum over my belly and hers. We continued to rock in unison, clasped tightly together in a mix of arms and legs, half on top of each other, licking and kissing.

Mel reached her hand down and scooped up some of my cum on her hand, licking it and spreading it over her breasts and belly. I bent to take one of her nipples in my mouth and I could taste my own cum as I gently bit the hardness. My hand was on Mel’s pussy, hot and wet, and I rubbed gently to give her a series of follow-up mini-orgasms, until she gently pushed my hand away, laughing almost uncontrollably. “No more, Davie, please. If I don’t stop shaking I’m going to break a rib!”

She flopped down on the bed and reached up to put both of her hands behind my head, a big grin on her face that matched the one on mine. “That was amazing, Davie. Was I very selfish?” She laughed out loud. “Not surprising if I was. It was wonderful. I hope you enjoyed it?”

I could hardly breathe but I managed to nod and say “Yes, amazing,” before dropping down alongside Mel. We lay in each other’s arms, our faces close together, and I reached forward to kiss her on the lips, panting. “Quite, quite amazing.”

Mel smiled happily, nodding her head. “I really like the way you make me feel,” she smiled.

I smiled back at her. “I love the way you make me feel. And I love yo-”

Before I could finish, Mel put her hand across my mouth. “Shh!” she said urgently. “Don’t say that. I love you too, but really, like a sister. This is so much fun, let’s not spoil it.” She looked me in the eyes, searching, then hugged me close. “Still one step at a time, Davie, but don’t take steps that are too big. Please.” She moved away from me, her hands on my face. “Yes? For me?”

“OK, darling,” I smiled. “You decide, always. One step at a time.”

She grinned again and said “I’m going to have a shower, and before you ask, no — not together.” She laughed happily, and leapt out of bed, and I got a lovely view of her naked rear before she disappeared out of the door. She laughed again and called out, “I hope you had your eyes shut, Davie,” before she disappeared into the bathroom, the door closing firmly behind her.

I lay back, happily musing over the past few days. Just over a week ago it had started, with that phone call, so ten days — less than ten days, in fact — and my life had been turned upside down. I’d lost my mother, re-discovered my sister, and found a lover. How the hell had all that happened?

Mel snapped me out of my reverie by calling that the bathroom was ready, so I got up and ambled into the bathroom. After my shower, I got dressed, gathered up my cum-stained sheets ready for laundering, and went downstairs. Mel had coffee ready, and gave me a little kiss on the lips as she handed mine over. She suggested that we go out for brunch somewhere, which sounded like a great idea to me. So, once I had shoved the sheets into the washing machine and drunk my coffee, we were off.

We couldn’t be too overtly affectionate that morning because we were doubtless going to bump into people who had known Mum or who knew one or both of us. As it happens, it felt good just being at ease in each other’s company. We picked up the Sunday papers on our way to a place which Mel found on her phone, and we sat there reading and commenting on news items and other stuff. The food was excellent, as was the wine, and we probably stayed too long and drank too much. A very nice Sunday, we both agreed.

Back at Mum’s house it got better when Mel suggested that we spend the rest of the afternoon in bed, then have something light to eat in the evening. “No fucking, though,” I said with a smile, which earned me a gentle slap. We went up to my room, then realised that the sheets were still in the wash, so we ended up in Mel’s room. “We can change your sheets later,” Mel said in a husky voice, smiling at me with faraway eyes. “Right now, I want to enjoy your mouth again.”

I undressed her very slowly, peeling off her sweater and shirt, unzipping and sliding down her jeans — kissing her smooth belly on the way down — then releasing her breasts from the confines of her bra. Fuck, she was beautiful — literally breathtaking. She’d lost the shyness she had shown last night (was it only last night?) and seemed almost to flaunt her gorgeous body as she stood naked in front of me.

She had the absolutely perfect shape: full firm breasts with pink nipples that were starting to get hard, a delicately rounded stomach with a small pale scar below her navel — presumably from her hysterectomy – soft shaven pussy, and a gorgeous bum. She had nice legs as well, but I wasn’t going there just yet. I put my arms round her and kissed her full on the lips, our mouths gaping and our tongues licking urgently. I cupped her breast in my hand, gently rubbing the nipple with my thumb, feeling it get even harder. My hand went down, sliding over her belly and between her legs. Her sweet pussy was hot and already wet.

She pushed me away, smiling dreamily. “Hey, big man, you’re a bit overdressed there, aren’t you?” She quickly undid my shirt, and slid her hands over my chest. “I love the touch of you,” she said, moving her hands down and undoing my jeans, sliding her hands inside. I was already rock hard, and I thought I was going to cum as soon as her hands reached me, but I managed to keep under control. My breath was uneven, and I tried to slide my hand back between her legs. “Wait,” she said. “Let’s get you naked as well.”

She pushed off my shirt and slid my jeans and pants down, then pushed me back on to her bed, and pulled off my shoes, socks, jeans and underwear in one fluid movement. She smiled down at me: “You look good with no clothes, little brother.” She reached down for my cock and laughed: “Not so little, either.”

I grabbed her hands and pulled her down alongside me. I could hardly breathe, and I said, with some difficulty, “You look even better naked, big sister. You are absolutely beautiful, you know. Fantastic.” I kissed her hard, and slid my hand down her belly and between her legs. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she was moaning softly. I played gently with her pussy, opening her labial lips and slowly insinuated my finger. At the same time, I pushed my tongue into her mouth, in turn finding her tongue and moving it slowly, just as I moved my finger inside her. She murmured with pleasure, lightly squeezing my cock, making it even harder. With her free hand, she stroked my balls, gently moving them within the sac.

I could have kept this going for hours, but I wanted to taste her, so I moved my mouth down her body, kissing her neck and then both breasts, softly teasing her nipples with my teeth. Suddenly she grabbed the side of my head with both hands, pushing me away. “Stop, Davie. Wait. I’ve not washed, I need a shower.”

I turned my head and grabbed her hand, licking the palm. “Don’t be silly, darling. I love the way you smell. It’s fine, Mel, fine. I promise you. I want to taste you, all of you, the real you.” I licked her belly button, and pushed my finger more deeply into her pussy, moving it around, feeling the inside of her pelvic bone. With my thumb, I played with her clitoris, then moved my mouth slowly down her belly. She released my head, quivering slightly and moaning quietly to herself as I came to her smoothly shaven pussy. And I was right, she smelled absolutely wonderful, musky and feminine.

I put my tongue to her wetness and tasted that peculiar salty sweetness. I put a second finger inside her, and took her clitoris between my lips, using my teeth to chew softly on her. Her legs flexed and straightened, and she clapped her thighs round my head, making quiet squeals through her clenched teeth. We moved together, with my lips, fingers and tongue lashing her clitoris, squeezing her labia, pushing against her. I moved my free hand up over her belly to her breasts, and Mel jolted against me as I found her left nipple and squeezed it gently between my finger and thumb. I used the flat of my hand to push against her breast, still maintaining the rhythm with my mouth and fingers on her pussy.

I could feel the pressure mounting as Mel rocked against me, her belly flexing and her legs becoming stiff against my back. I moved my fingers back and forth, rubbing my chin against her clit, still massaging her breasts with my free hand. Suddenly Mel grabbed my hand in both of hers, squeezing and pulling, and I felt her rise up under me as she started to moan even louder, chugging like a steam engine and saying my name, almost like an incantation.

Her whole body was moving, jerking as she built to her orgasm. I moved my head and my free hand so that I was rubbing her pussy lips and her clitoris in time, and suddenly she arched her back and she came to a shuddering climax, shaking and kicking out her legs. I kept my open mouth full against her pussy, sinking my tongue inside her as the aftershocks hit her, making her shudder involuntarily. She reached her hands down and stroked my hair, laughing quietly to herself. “Oh my god, Davie, that feels so good. Oooofft. Please, Davie, stop. No more, I can’t take any more. Oooh, that is so nice.”

I moved down and licked the inside of her thighs, kissed her knees, then back up and licked her pussy for one last time, making her shudder again, then moved up her body, to her beautiful breasts and her neck and her sweet mouth. She was still panting, trying to get her breath back, and grinning like the cat that had got the cream — and then some. “Hello little brother,” she said, panting. “You did it again. Nobody ever did that to me. How did you learn to make a girl cum like that?” She laughed. “No, don’t tell me. I think I’d rather not know.”

I eased alongside her, sliding my arm round her shoulders and kissed her gently on the lips. “We have lots of time to get to know each other.”

“Umm,” she said. “Maybe leave past experiences on one side, Davie. Just enjoy this. Yes?” I nodded to her with a smile, but she frowned slightly. “This is OK, isn’t it? What we’re doing? I mean, we’re not having sex, just messing about, so it’s not really, you know, not like incest. Is it? Having fun? That’s OK, yes? It’s not real incest… we’re cool with it? Aren’t we?”

“Yes, Mel my darling sister, we’re cool with it.” I leaned forwards and kissed the tip of her nose. “You really are beautiful, Mel. I absolutely adore you, and I’m having a wonderful time being with you. So don’t worry, nothing’s going to spoil it. OK?”

She grinned and reached out to grab my cock, which was still half-erect. “Thanks Davie. I’m enjoying it as well.” My cock grew in her hand, and she looked down with a smile. “Not too tired, then?” Without waiting for an answer, she burrowed down, nibbling my neck and biting my nipple on the way, apologising when I winced.

She pushed me flat and took my cock deep into her mouth. I stroked her hair and she bounced her head up and down, taking my cock out of her mouth, nuzzling my balls, then the shaft, then the head before taking it in her mouth again.

I gasped aloud at the feeling of her soft hot mouth on me, and I knew I was not going to last very long. I murmured, almost to myself, that I was going to cum, that I couldn’t help it, and Mel’s response was to take my ball-sac in her hands and slide a finger up to find my prostate, stroking it gently while moving her head up and down and side to side, humming softly. I could hardly breathe and I felt my head stretching back, my jaw clenched and eyes squeezed shut in an astonishing rictus of pleasure and pain — and more pleasure.