As I approached, they switched positions to missionary. I knew that even though it was a vanilla position, Beth seemed to climax easier like that. She wrapped her legs around James, and groaned as she came.
“Let him cum on your face,” I said. “I want him to cum on both our faces.” James pulled out and stood up. Beth knelt next to me, and we both looked up at James, and his hard, naked cock, as he jerked away at it. I rubbed my swollen pussy lips and clitoris with expert fingers, timing my own orgasm to coincide with my brother.
Waves of pleasure built up inside me, then crashed in a mind-blowing orgasm. Tears rolled down my face as my pussy throbbed and its walls contracted. Hot cum landed in my open mouth, and also on Beth's massive tits. She kissed me, sucking his sperm from my open lips. She played with the blob of cum, drawing it out of her mouth, then letting it fall onto her tits. We all three collapsed, limbs tangled, tongues eagerly in each other’s mouths.
We were lost in a haze of weed, exhaustion and fulfillment. We fell asleep next to the fire, our bodies entwined.
I woke at the first light of dawn. It was freezing, the fire had burned down to coals, but someone had thoughtfully provided us with warm blankets. I left Beth and James in the love nest, and dashed to the house, to get dressed.
Pierre was awake. He had my outfit neatly folded on the couch nest to him, and hot water in a pot on the gas stove, for coffee. He made two cups of instant coffee while I got dressed, and we spent the breaking dawn together on the balcony, in comfortable silence.
A week later, Beth and I were back in Cape Town. Despite the intensity of the sexual experience of that night, all the participants were seemingly okay with it. Work went on as usual on Monday, and James and I behaved like regular siblings.
Yes, I’m a lot closer to him now, but we aren’t lovers or anything bizarre like that. What we did that night, was just an extension of the mutual curiosity and sexual tension we shared as teenagers. I promised to make an effort to see him more often in the future, even if it involved more traveling. Beth wasn’t smitten by him, well not yet I suppose, but she was keen on hooking up with him again.
I decided to document my experiences, to keep it all in perspective. I finished today, then logged into Facebook. I added Pierre as a contact, and looked at the post on my Wall again.
Indeed I do.
ELLICIT
Lovejuice
The store was called ‘Lovejuice’ and it smelled like cherry antiseptic. A literal hole in the wall off I95, tucked in between a Bob’s Budget Tires, and Electronics for Less. The four drab grey walls were plastered with an obscene amount of posters. Iris couldn’t have looked more out of place there, in her form-fitting skinny jeans and cotton button up blouse. Long spirals of sable brown hair fell to her waist from a pink Emma Jane barrette. She found herself currently staring at the ‘
“That thing will kill you.” Gingers’ soft lilting voice rang out like a small explosion in the meager store. A wayward smirk brightened her rich golden features. She watched with amusement as her friend, the epitome of innocence struggled with the concept of self-inflicted pleasure.
With a slight look of annoyance, Iris glanced up from the hot pink box in her hands “If I die, I’m taking you with me.” Ginger had
“Sounds fun!” Ginger giggled before pursing her candy apple lips in mock disapproval. “But seriously, isn’t that a little
“What do you suggest then? Oh wise Guru of the Sex Shop?” Iris waved her hand around the labyrinth of aisles that surrounded them. They had both graduated high-school a year earlier. Iris had actually done so ahead of her class. Ginger, as usual, barely squeaked by, unconcerned with school and all that went with it. Despite the differences, Iris couldn’t imagine how dull her life would be without the exuberant red head at her side.
“Something smaller, less complex.” Ginger responded firmly, as if she were the expert here. If there was one thing she could boast high knowledge of, it was definitely this.
“Such as?” Iris locked eyes with Ginger as she tucked her thumbs in her pockets, eyebrows raised in slight skepticism.
“Allow me to be your guide.” In one smooth motion, Ginger swept behind her and took hold of Iris’s shoulders. “Come with me
Iris found herself being lead through the aisles as Ginger helped her navigate the maze of battery operated
“Oh look Ri! They have all the colors of the rainbow for vaginal penetration!” The red head cried in mock excitement as they passed. Ginger certainly knew how to draw attention, like ants scenting sugar; people began peeking up from their respective aisles to gawk at the two as they flounced by.
After many twists and turns, Iris was pulled to a stop and ceremonially twirled around, only to find herself face to face with an entire wall of petite vibrators. Each one was hidden within its own uniquely outrageous package. “Here we are!” Gin boasted. “The novice section. Perfect for you, my little virgin.” The last was said while Ginger pinched Iris’s cheeks and made kissy faces.
“I never should have agreed to this.” Iris groaned ruefully as she batted Ginger away with her hand. A self- conscious wave of nervousness hit her fast and hard in the gut. It felt like kaleidoscopes of tangled throbbing knots were building atop each other. She looked over the shelf with a feeling of intimidation. There were just so many.
“Are any of these calling your name Ri?” Ginger asked, using yet another pet name to catch her attention.
“No-' Iris was distracted as Ginger idly adjusted the straps to her red tank top. It stretched tightly over her robust breasts, giving the false perception that they were just a sneeze away from falling out. By some act of magic, they never did. Unless of course, Ginger wanted them too.
Ginger caught Iris’s gaze and offered her a slow smile before bending over in a seductive manner to pluck up a pair of fuzzy leopard handcuffs from the bottom shelf. By doing this, her mini skirt was forced to hike up. Iris and anyone else who happened to look, witnessed a brief, yet unadulterated view, of a bright orange thong nestled betwixt the curves of Gingers’ perfectly tanned ass. “Is anything calling your name now?”
“You little whore!” Was a hushed whisper as Iris closed in on Gin “When did you start wearing those?” She tried desperately to hide the laughter that was threatening to burst forth.
Ginger righted herself with a slight wriggle of her hips, holding up the cuffs with one hand to examine, before tossing them back into the basket on the bottom shelf “I have all sorts of secrets Iris.”
Iris looked Ginger up and down with admiration. Hell. She didn’t even have the guts to wear anything shorter than capris. While Ginger could wear a paper bag and still have a line of men and women drooling over her. To top it all off, Iris felt her breasts were far too small. In fact, several potential boyfriends had described them as ‘perky’ or to her mortification, as ‘baby melons’. Thankfully, Iris was blessed with a slender figure and strong curves in the hip region, this she was proud of.
“I cannot believe I’m standing here mulling over vibrators.” Iris winced as she pulled herself back to reality, tearing her roving gaze from Ginger.
“Not exactly the type of trip one schedules into their daily planner.” Ginger sang as she poked one of the boxes with a slender manicured finger.
“Definitely not.” Iris murmured, she stepped forward and yanked a random box from the shelf. “There.” Iris tossed the box to Ginger. “Can we go now?”
