My apartment was a mess. I guess that was to be expected, though. It had been the kind of party during which someone’s apartment always got destroyed. There were dirty dishes all over the place, cigarette butts in the oddest locations, and stains that I didn’t think would ever come out of my carpet. It had all been worth it, though, because I had celebrated my 26th birthday with most of my closest friends.
But now came the not-so-fun part of the evening — the cleaning up part. As my luck would have it, all but two of those twenty friends had gone home to prepare for tomorrow morning’s hangovers. That meant there would be only three of us left to clean up my trashed apartment — me, my boyfriend Matt, and my sister Amy. And since Matt was crashed on my couch watching some movie, it looked like Amy and I would be the clean-up crew. I knew Amy would help me, though. She always does.
Amy and I are as close as any two sisters have ever been. Even though I’m four years older than her, we’re best friends and still spend most of our time with each other. There are no secrets between us, and I’ve always treasured our relationship. We can talk about anything and know that the other will be there for us and understand. I guess that’s why she approached me that night after the party.
“Joy, what do you think of Simon?” Simon was Amy’s new boyfriend, and they seemed to be getting along really well.
“He’s great, Amy. And that British accent he’s got is to die for,” I told her. “Why do you ask? Not having doubts, are you?”
“No, no. It’s not that,” she said. I noticed that while she was talking, she wasn’t looking right at me. She was kind of looking all around me, as if she was embarrassed about something.
“What is it then?” I asked.
“Well,” she answered slowly. “I really think Simon and I have something special.”
“That’s great,” I told her. I was really happy for Amy. Her last boyfriend, Derek, had treated her like shit the whole time they had dated.
“Well, it is great…” she stammered. “But there’s a problem.”
“What kind of problem?” I asked.
“Well, Simon and I have been together for a while now,” Amy said cautiously, “and there’s something he wants me to do for him that I’ve never done for any other guy.”
Uh-oh. The alarms were going off inside my head. I could just picture my sweet little 20-year-old sister tied up in some British pervert’s bondage fantasy.
“What kind of things, Amy? It’s nothing sick is it?”
“No, no, no,” she quickly corrected me. “It’s a very natural thing, actually. It’s just that I’ve never done it to any of the other guys I’ve been with.”
“And you don’t want to get it wrong when you do it to Simon the first time, right?”
“Exactly,” Amy said, sounding relieved that I was beginning to understand.
“So what exactly is it that Simon wants?” I asked, as my curiosity peaked.
“Simon really … wants … a … blowjob,” Amy said shyly.
“That’s it?” I asked. It was all I could do to keep from laughing. I was almost sure that Amy had given at least one of her previous boyfriends this pleasure, but from the look on her face I could tell she was deadly serious.
“I know it sounds silly,” she defended herself, “but what if I’m no good at it? I don’t want to screw things up with him.”
“Well, Sis,” I comforted her, “the good news is that it’s next to impossible to mess up a blowjob. Most guys are so excited to be in your mouth that they aren’t too picky about what you do with them.”
“Yeah, but I know Simon’s old girlfriend used to give him head all the time. The bitch was probably really good at it, too,” Amy laughed.
“So you just need a few pointers, right?” I asked.
“Exactly,” Amy said. I could tell that she was eagerly awaiting some helpful hints.
I looked around the room for a visual aid that I could use to teach my darling sibling the finer facets of fellatio. There was a water bottle on the table, but it didn’t seem to be the right thing to use. Besides, Madonna had done the water bottle thing already. After a few minutes of looking all over my wrecked kitchen, I finally found the perfect instructional tool.
“Okay, Amy. Just remember that this carrot is actually much smaller that Matt’s dick,” I laughed.
“I would hope so,” Amy giggled.
For the next few moments I tried to show my little sister how to give the world’s greatest blowjob. The carrot worked in some ways, but it didn’t really work as well as I’d hoped it would. There were still some things that I couldn’t show her.
“Well, thanks for trying,” Amy said. “But I think Simon and that carrot are just a little too different.” She was right.
“Too bad you can’t show me on a real guy,” Amy laughed.
I started laughing, too. Just as I finished laughing, I spotted Matt stretched out on the couch. That’s when the idea hit me. I knew that all guys fantasized about stuff like this. And I knew that Matt would be “up” for the occasion, so to speak.
“Come with me,” I said slyly, as I walked from the kitchen into the living room. I sat down on the floor next to Matt, and Amy took a seat in a chair next to the TV. I reached over and took the remote control out of Matt’s hand, turned off the TV, and threw the remote onto the floor out of Matt’s reach.
“Hey, what’d you do that for?” Matt griped.
“I have something important to ask you,” I told him.
“It better be important,” he grumbled. “That movie only had five minutes left.”
“Trust me,” I told him. “This is far more important than that movie.”
“Okay,” Matt sighed. “What is it?”
“Well,” I began, “what do you think of Simon?”
“He’s a nice guy. Cool accent, too.”
“So, you want things to work out between Amy and Simon, right?” I asked coyly.
“Yeah, of course. But since when does my opinion of Amy’s boyfriends really matter?” Matt asked. “If my opinion had mattered before, she never would have dated Derek,” he said with a little laugh.
“You see, Amy needs our help so that she can keep Simon happy,” I continued, “and so that things will work out between them.”
“She needs our help?” Matt asked, looking slightly confused.
“Well, yeah. There’s something she needs to know so she can make him happy.”
“Uh-huh. What is it?” Matt was starting to get restless now.
“I can’t really tell you. I have to show you.”
“So show me then,” Matt said.
“It’s … not that simple,” I stammered.
“Joy, this is starting to get old.” I could tell Matt was agitated. “You come in here and turn off my movie because you have something to tell me. So I ask you what it is, and you say you can’t tell me. So I ask you to show me what it is, and you say you can’t. I’d really appreciate it if you’d just hurry up and get this over with so I can get back to my movie.”
“Okay,” I said in my most seductive voice. “Just remember that you asked for it.” With that, I slid my arm towards Matt’s waist. Then, with my right hand, I started to slowly massage Matt’s crotch.
“Joy…” Matt started, but I put my right hand over his mouth to stop him. He didn’t put up a fight, so I let my right hand slide all over his crotch. After just a few seconds, I could feel the bulge in Matt’s pants growing.
“You see, Amy,” I said as I looked at my enthralled sister, “the first thing you’ve got to do is make sure the guy is good and hard. I like to tease Matt a little, so I touch him through his jeans. That gets him excited real fast.”
Amy nodded in approval. So did Matt. I could feel his cock throbbing through his jeans.
“Now that he’s nice and hard,” I instructed Amy, “I want to get a better look at him.” I turned back towards Matt and moved my hand to his zipper. The look in his eyes was saying “Thank you thank you thank you thank you,” and I could tell that this was a fantasy-come-true for my startled lover.
I took his zipper between two of my fingers and carefully pulled it down the length of Matt’s shaft. He was as hard as I’d ever felt him before. Once I got his zipper down, I unbuttoned his jeans and slid my right hand inside. He was wearing a pair of silk boxers that I’d given him for his birthday last year. Now he was getting another present. Matt laid his head back on the couch as I stroked him through the boxers, and I turned back to Amy.
“Matt’s really turned on right now,” I told her, “but I want to turn him on even more. So I touch him through his soft silk boxers and it drives him crazy.” I turned back to Matt again. “You want me to pull it out?” I whispered teasingly. It was all Matt could do to moan a slight “yes.”
I lowered Matt’s boxers to reveal his fully-erect cock. Amy’s face lit up when she saw the size of it, and I could tell she was almost as turned on as Matt was.
“Such a big boy,” I whispered to Matt.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and started to gently massage it. I could feel that the tip of it was already a little moist. Matt was primed and ready. He raised up just a little bit, a sign that he wanted me to help him pull off his pants. It was one of those little signs that lovers recognize after a few years together. So I grabbed his boxers and jeans and helped him slide them off. Then Matt raised up on the couch and removed his shirt.
“Just lay back and enjoy, lover,” I told him as I continued to stroke him slowly. He was more than willing to oblige. I wanted to just climb on top of him and have him inside of me right then, but I had a job to do.
“Amy, why don’t you come and sit a little closer?” I motioned to her. “You need a better view for what I’m about to do.” Amy got up slowly and sat next to me on the floor, just a couple of feet from my nude boyfriend. As I kept caressing Matt, I raised up and moved my head closer to Matt’s cock.
“Watch closely, now,” I instructed Amy. Then I began to move my tongue up and down the length of Matt’s dick. He let out a little gasp of approval when my tongue reached the tip of his cock. I could taste the little drops of cum that he’d already released, and it turned me on even more.
I moved my tongue back down his cock as I massaged his balls gently with my hand. He was still throbbing in anticipation. I saw Amy out of the corner of my eye, and I noticed that she had slid one of her hands up her shirt. She was fondling her breasts as she watched me cover every inch of Matt’s shaft with my tongue. I could feel my own wetness between my legs and knew that I’d have to have him soon.
I wrapped my right hand around the base of Matt’s erection as I took the tip of his cock in my mouth. I began to lick the tip of it furiously with my tongue as my hand squeezed and released slowly. Matt’s cock was at full attention, and I knew that he was in ecstasy. I opened my eyes for a second, and I noticed that Amy’s hand had now disappeared up her skirt and her panties were on the floor a few feet away from her.
I took my hand away from Matt’s cock and slid it down under my own skirt. I was so fucking wet. I moved my fingers vigorously around my clit as my lips continued to suckle the head of Matt’s dick.
“Oh, Joy,” Matt moaned. I knew that he loved the way I sucked him. I’d never really enjoyed giving blowjobs until I started giving them to Matt. I think it’s just the size of his cock that turns me on so much and makes me love to suck it.
I opened my eyes again, and this time I saw Matt writhing on the couch. He kept moving his dick more and more towards me, like he was begging for me to take his whole erection in my mouth. So I indulged him. I loved the way the tip of his cock felt against the back wall of my mouth. With my tongue, I kept caressing the lower part of his shaft. I moved my head back and forth quickly, sucking his cock as hard as I could.
“Oh yeah…” Matt moaned again. He had frozen in place as I worked up and down on his pulsing muscle. Oh, God, I wanted him so bad. But I was doing this for Amy, not for myself. I stopped for a moment and looked up at Matt. He was dying to fuck me.
“You know, Matt,” I asked in my most cunning voice. “I don’t think Amy will learn enough about giving blowjobs just by watching me.” Matt got that look in his eyes again, and I could tell he knew what I was thinking.
“Amy, why don’t you show us both what you’ve learned so far?” I asked her. Her hand was still going to town inside her skirt, and I knew that she wanted to taste Matt’s big cock. I knew it from the moment she laid eyes on it.
Amy got up slowly and traded places with me. She looked at me for a moment, then turned her eyes towards Matt. She seemed unsure of herself.
“Go ahead,” I urged her. “It’s fine.”
Amy reached over and slowly wrapped her fingers around Matt’s dick. She touched him so softly and tenderly, as if she was studying him with her hands. She started to move her hand gently back and forth along Matt’s shaft. She started slowly at first, but then moved faster and faster as she got more comfortable.
“You’ve learned very well,” Matt laughed.
“Show us something else you’ve learned,” I prodded her. She looked back at me and smiled before taking Matt’s entire prick in her mouth. Matt let out another moan of pleasure, and I could feel myself starting to lose control. My hand slid down between my legs again, and two fingers worked their way into my pussy.
Amy went into a frenzy as she sucked on my boyfriend. Her head was jerking back and forth frantically as she worked on his cock.
“I’d say she passes with straight A’s,” I laughed. “Wouldn’t you, Matt?” Matt didn’t respond. He was lost in his own world of pleasure. After a few moments of touching myself and watching Amy work on Matt, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I stood up and pulled off my skirt, tossing it onto the chair by the TV. Then I threw my panties off and stood by the couch, still touching myself. Amy noticed me standing up, and she gave Matt’s dick one final, loving lick.
“I think it’s time for me to finish him off,” I said. Amy slid back a few feet on the floor, and began touching herself again.
I climbed on top of Matt and straddled him between my legs, then I lowered myself onto his cock. I don’t remember Matt ever feeling so good inside of me. I almost came as soon as he started to move inside of me, and I could tell that he was close, too. I kept raising and lowering myself on top of Matt’s sweet cock, working it deeper and deeper into my pussy. It amazed me that it still hurt sometimes when we made love. Even though we’d had sex lots of times, Matt still knew how make me feel it.
A few seconds later I could feel Matt’s body start to shake a little. It was one of those signs again, and this one meant that he was getting ready to cum. I started moving up and down faster and faster, ramming Matt’s stiff cock deeper and deeper inside of my pussy. Finally, in one great rush of passion, Matt’s cock erupted and a flow of cum raced inside of me. I moved myself all over his cock so that the cum would fill me up. I don’t think Matt had ever cum as hard as he came that night. I lowered my lips to his and kissed him gently. We were both sweating, and our wet bodies slid smoothly against each other as we kissed.
We stopped kissing when we heard Amy on the floor. She had been pleasuring herself while we fucked, and she had worked herself close to an orgasmic frenzy. Her body writhed on the floor as her right hand kept stroking her pussy. She let out a soft “yes” before her body went into the tremors of a full orgasm. Once she had stopped shaking, we all just laid there smiling at each other for what seemed like hours. We all fell asleep where we were that night; Amy on the floor, me on top of Matt on the couch.
Amy was already gone the next morning when Matt and I woke up. She left us a note thanking us for her “lessons” the night before, and promised to do her best the next night for Simon. I guess she did a pretty good job, because the two of them are getting married in a few months. It’s going to be a double wedding ceremony with me and Matt. I wonder what the four of us will do for our honeymoon…
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