Sister's Secrets: A Night Unveiled

The rain hammered against the windows of my small, meticulously clean home, mirroring the nervous energy thrumming beneath my skin. My sister, Barb, had arrived unexpectedly, a whirlwind of desperation and a hint of something else entirely. She’d confessed marital woes, a messy affair with a philandering husband named Mark, and a desperate need for a sisterly intervention – one that extended far beyond simple conversation. The vibrating pleasure toy I’d left for her last night, a silent offering of solidarity, had clearly done its job. The phone call this morning confirmed it: Barb was newly liberated, both physically and emotionally.

I’d always been a bit of a voyeur, a connoisseur of pleasure, and this bizarre turn of events felt oddly exciting. When she strolled into the breakfast nook, a mischievous glint in her eyes, I couldn’t resist the urge to prod. “Well, how did you sleep last night?” I asked, my voice laced with a touch of smug satisfaction. “From the sounds coming out of your room, I’m guessing you have a new best battery-operated friend now, right?”

Barb let out a throaty laugh, a sound I hadn't heard before, filled with a potent mix of shame and triumph. “Patty, you wouldn’t believe how many times I came last night while working my cunt with that magical toy! After the first orgasm, I had to rest for a minute, but then decided to slip into the guest bathroom and do this,” she said, pulling up the hem of her silk pajama top to reveal her freshly shaved pussy. It was undeniably swollen, pink, and glistening with moisture – a testament to the intense pleasure she’d experienced.

“Well, I see you took my advice,” I observed, taking in the sight of her transformed body. “Did you enjoy the results?”

“Sis, I can’t thank you enough for motivating me to liberate my pussy. Just the act of shaving seemed so empowering. Every swipe of my razor gave me such a sexy feeling,” she confessed, her voice husky with arousal. “The body wash made everything feel incredibly slick and slippery! Truth be told, I was fingering myself a little during the process.”

I felt a surge of both amusement and something akin to jealousy. “Well, that’s great,” I exclaimed, unsure of what to say next. But Barb was clearly not one to let a good thing end.

“There’s something about being clean-shaven that demands my full attention,” she continued, sliding into the guest bathroom. “I slipped on the pair of nice silk panties I always travel with, and the feeling of the fabric gliding across my bare pussy lips and folding along my clit gap just drove me crazy! My pussy just seems so alive without restrictions. It’s crazy,” she added, her voice laced with a feverish excitement.

“That’s awesome,” I said, genuinely impressed by her transformation. “Whatever kicks your sex drive into high gear might just help your sex life and your overall relationship; a feeling of liberation can be excellent for your self-esteem,” I added, hoping to plant a seed of confidence in her mind.

“You’re not kidding. When I get home, I plan to ride Mark’s cock like never before. I have the perfect outfit to show off my new chest and my newly-bare pussy. He will cream his pants when I slowly reveal that to him!” Barb exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Now, Patty, I have one final question—a big one,” she pleaded. “Can you tell me how to develop my cocksucking skills? From what you have shared with me about deepthroating him, I know there must be a secret to swallowing such a tool. Can you please help? I’m only comfortable sucking his cockhead and a few inches more,” she pleaded, her voice laced with vulnerability.

I considered her request, weighing my own desires and her obvious need for guidance. “Well, I’ll give it a go,” I said, pulling a 6-inch dildo from my bedside nightstand drawer. “Take this into the bathroom and rinse it off. It’s sterile now, but with a rinse, it will feel better sliding down your throat,” I instructed, handing it to her.

As Barb hurried to the sink, I prepared myself for the task ahead. When she returned, I had her lie back on the bed with her head tilted slightly over the edge, positioning her for optimal instruction. “Now relax and breathe slowly and deeply as you lick that cock and get as much saliva all over it as you can all over it. That’s it. Open wide and slide it back and forth over your tongue. As you relax, begin taking more down your throat. Imagine Mark moaning and breathing heavily, and focus on freeing any restriction in your way to swallowing that beautiful shaft.”

Barb was quickly getting the hang of it. The toy cock dove deeper with each stroke, her body responding with increasing intensity. “Try picturing Mark eating your pussy from a 69 position; maybe it’ll help you relax and get in the mood,” I suggested, watching as she continued her efforts, her eyes widening with each movement. The sensation was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Before long, the rubber base with her lips wrapped around it was all I could see of the dildo. Atta girl, I thought, a small, approving smile spreading across my lips.

“Yay!” I cried as she removed the dildo, panting. “You are one hell of a student! You aced your first lesson! Now, get on home and show your stud what you can do, and start thinking what you want him to do to that hot, bald pussy you are holding,” I said, my voice dripping with satisfaction. “Good luck working things out the fun way,” I added, as she jumped up and embraced me, her bullet-like nips driving into my chest. A blowjob well done will do that to a girl.

A couple of weeks later, Barb called me around lunchtime, her voice brimming with excitement. “We are having more and better sex now than ever, and Mark can’t keep his hands off me, especially my pussy. He dives between my legs every time he has a chance now, and he’s begging me to keep it bare. And the first time I showed off my new cocksucking talents, he was blown away—literally! I took his entire length down my throat without gagging at all! I don’t think he even noticed me fingering myself as I worked him. He blew his load in record time!”

As she thanked me again and hung up, I felt a strange combination of pride and amusement. I hadn’t really noticed that my left hand had worked its way down between my folds... I realized with a jolt that the pleasure was mutual. A slow smile spread across my face, my nipples now erect, a silent testament to the shared experience. It was a bizarre, twisted, and utterly captivating moment – a sisterly bond forged in the fires of lust and pleasure.

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