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Sibling Ribaldry
🕑 Added 2020-08-05 02:00:01 +0000 UTC
“Had a good time on your date?” Paige asked, eyebrows raised, when Phoebe came through the front door that morning in last night’s clothes.
Phoebe took Paige’s iced coffee right out of her hands. “Not sure I’d call it a good time, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.” She collapsed into an easy chair and set the iced coffee down between her thighs, moaning as its chill pushed into her sex. “Oooh… fuck. I’m still sore.”
“Then he was big?” Paige teased. “Or just… enthusiastic?”
“Real big. I didn’t know I could stretch anymore after I lost my virginity, but Christ…”
“I guess there are advantages to being a shrimp,” Paige said.
“I’m no shrimp,” Phoebe said indignantly.
Paige flaunted her own voluptuous figure while eyeing Phoebe’s shorter body. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” Paige condescended. “Less room for cock. Makes it more fun.”
Phoebe jumped up and pulled her shirt off, then skinned off her pants so she was standing there in only her bra and panties. Hands on her hips, she thrust her ill-concealed chest out.
“Go on, say it. Say I’m a shrimp,” Phoebe challenged.
“Alright, sis, alright, you look pretty good. But you can’t deny I look better.” Paige went a step further than Phoebe, shucking off her shorts along with her panties, pulling off her tank top and also unhooking her bra.
Phoebe was left staring at Paige’s uncovered breasts, which somehow seemed safer than looking at Paige’s bare cunt.
“I… I never said your tits weren’t big,” Phoebe said weakly, almost moaning, as she admired her sister’s near-perfect body.
“Drives the guys wild,” Paige confided to her. “I wish they wouldn’t squeeze them so hard, though. They really like digging their fingers all the way into my tits.”
“I can see the appeal,” Phoebe murmured.
She didn’t know why she was so turned on—why it seemed like Paige was aroused too, the two of them standing there either naked or next to naked, feeling so goddamn horny even though Phoebe had gotten laid just that night. Paige was staring at her tits. Phoebe couldn’t take her eyes off of Paige’s cleavage, unless it was to look at her pussy. She tried desperately not to, though. Every time she did, she saw Paige getting wetter and wetter.
Phoebe reached out, her hand lightly touching one of Paige’s fat nipples. Her touch was tentative, feathery, but it sent a delightful surge through Paige’s chest. Paige was astonished, shocked at how sensitive she was and how aroused she had now become, especially at the touch of another woman, her own sister. But none of that seemed important in comparison to how good Phoebe’s hand had felt.
“Nice and sexy,” Phoebe purred as she kept rubbing and caressing Paige’s snowy white breasts. “Really wish my date had done this for me. I had to play with my own tits, but he had these big hands—I would’ve come so hard for him if he’d squeezed my tits while he filled my cunt.”
Paige’s thighs rubbed together; she didn’t know what to do with her hands. Finally, she ran them through her hair as the joy coursing through her flesh became too much to bear. She laid back on a nearby futon, unable to even think of something wrong with what was happening when the feel of Phoebe’s hands was so incredible.
“Oh God,” Paige moaned. “Never feels this good when I touch myself… God, sis… why do you bother dating when your hands feel so fucking amazing?”
“For some reason my tits don’t feel as good as yours do,” Phoebe said. “Fuck, Paige, they’re incredible. Fucking perfect. And you’ve been showing them off in those slutty outfits all these years—can’t believe I haven’t touched them before!”
Phoebe’s gentle massage became more intense, even aggressive. Soon, she was crushing Paige’s breasts flat around her chest. Phoebe’s thumbs and forefingers grasped both nipples and pulled hard at them, before she pressed them back down into Paige’s flattened breasts. Phoebe could feel Paige’s excited heartbeat pulsing right into her hands, showing her as plainly as the look on Paige’s face how much her sister was turned on by having her breasts fondled. All Phoebe wanted to do was pleasure her sister even more.
She leaned in and planted her lips against Paige’s. Paige resisted for a second, but it wasn’t Phoebe she was fighting, it was her own body. Her cunt spasmed; she knew there was nothing to do but part her lips and allow Phoebe’s tongue into her mouth. After that, she could only relax and be kissed.
Her tongue raced around Phoebe’s. The two swirled and twisted with each other, darting from one woman’s mouth to the other. The kiss entirely occupied Paige’s consciousness; she didn’t even notice that Phoebe had stopped fondling her breasts.
No, now Phoebe’s hands were drifting lower and lower, following the hourglass curve of Paige’s body all the way to her ass. One hand clenched on the wonderful swell of Paige’s hip. The other reached between Paige’s legs, into her shaven thatch of pubic hair. Its sleek wet feel betrayed Paige’s growing arousal. Phoebe went lower, finding Paige’s clit fully erect. Lightly brushing her fingertips across the sensitive little button sent an earthquake through Paige’s body. She squealed into Phoebe’s continuing kiss.
Phoebe keep going lower, separating the tender lips of Paige’s slit, feeling out her entrance, then making a sudden, forceful lunge with two fingers. Paige shook as she was impaled. She’d never been touched this way by another woman, let alone her own sister, but it felt so good, so right, that she couldn’t even think of objecting.
Phoebe’s hand pressed against Paige’s sex, the middle fingers plunging deep into her flowing pussy. She flexed and contorted her fingers, taking Paige’s already excessive passion and sending it skyrocketing.
“Oh God! That’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt!” Paige gasped, finally feeling a bit of shock, but only at how much she enjoyed Phoebe fingering her.
Phoebe dived down to kiss and suckle Paige’s breast, as if rewarding herself for how she’d made her sister’s chest swell and her nipples harden. Her lips closed around Paige’s ruddy areola and Paige threw her head back, going insane with the rapture she felt. Phoebe’s fingers twisted and turned in her cunt, Paige feeling their effect on every nerve ending in her body. Having Phoebe’s mouth sucking and tonguing her nipple was too much for her; she was already completely overloaded with pleasure.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! You make my tits feel amazing! God! You’re the best sister ever!” Paige cried. She shook so hard she rolled off the futon, weakly collapsing to the carpet. Her whole body felt like rubber. The rug prickled and scratched at her skin, but she could barely feel it through the sweat. Then she couldn’t feel it at all as Phoebe got down on the floor with her, fingering her again, sucking at her tits again.
Delight lanced into Paige’s womanhood, Phoebe rocking her hand against Paige’s cunt. She licked and sucked Paige’s engorged nipple, making it feel like thousands of tiny electrical jolts were hitting her nipple from all angles.
Even without being touched herself, Phoebe was greatly enjoying getting Paige off. By now her hand was covered with Paige’s ejaculated cream, lubrication letting her stroke Paige’s slit so hard that normally she’d rub it raw.
The never-ending massage of her absolutely tender folds drove Paige wild with passion, but the honey on top was how Phoebe obviously enjoyed feeling another woman’s pussy—Paige’s pussy—in her hand. Paige could see it in the sensual grin Phoebe wore. She could’ve been masturbating if Paige didn’t know better.
Yes, Paige’s trickling juices excited Phoebe. She loved how the lips of Paige’s cunt felt, soft and slick, with an incredibly interesting texture under all the moisture. Even Paige’s shorn bush excited Phoebe. She loved cupping Paige’s mound in her hand, running her fingers through the damp hair, then delving them into the drowning wetness of Paige’s sex.
The feel of another woman, the awareness of her pleasure, just seeing Paige naked was doing things deep inside Phoebe that she’d never felt before. She couldn’t explain it. All of a sudden, she simply had to fuck another woman. And she was loving every minute of it.
Paige too was relishing this total abandonment of everything she knew, all morals, all logic, and especially all taboos. Minutes ago, the thought of being fondled, outright fucked by her own sister would’ve never even occurred to her. The mere mention of it would’ve repulsed her. Now she felt addicted to the sensation, in love with every aspect of this fuck, a treasured memory already.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” Paige cooed. “Oh God… only a Halliwell knows how to get a Halliwell off!”
“Damn right,” Phoebe husked. “Only sisters could know what dirty cunts we are. Who’d have ever guessed sweet, innocent Paige gets off like a bitch in heat?”
As Phoebe kept sucking and pulling at Paige’s nipple with her mouth, her teeth, her lips, Paige knew she couldn’t stay passive. She had to return Phoebe’s affections. It wasn’t a generous impulse; she could see how much Phoebe was enjoying pleasuring her and she wanted the same satisfaction. She loved her sister and could only imagine how they would both get off if they fucked each other instead of one giving and one receiving.
Paige reached down and clutched both of Phoebe’s tits. Immediately her own desire swelled; she squeezed and groped Phoebe’s breasts with a fierceness she wasn’t really aware of. Phoebe didn’t complain; she enjoyed the roughness with which Paige gratified her inner needs. Knowing that it was her own sister that was brutally kneading the soft flesh of her cleavage fanned her lust to a fever pitch.
She moved her mouth to Paige’s other breast and sucked the nipple even harder, her cheeks drawing inward with the intense suction she was bringing to bear. Her mouth nearly pulled the fat nipple off of Paige’s tit, making it stiffer and more sensitive than ever. Phoebe brought her tongue down harshly onto Paige’s nipple; Paige crooned and squeezed Phoebe’s breasts harder. Both of them could feel the other’s heartbeat through the soft and creamy flesh. It was like they were both racing together toward the same grand ending.
Phoebe knew she was about to come. She had Paige pulled taut, driven to the point where she would do anything. She kept sucking at Paige’s teat, her fingers still pumping into the pink of Paige’s sex, bringing her to the edge of climax with each thrust, each delicious taste of Paige’s nipple. Then Phoebe added a finger to Paige’s asshole.
“Yeah, come for me, Paige, come from your own sister fucking you, you dyke bitch! You love it, you love having your tit sucked and your pussy fingered and even your asshole fucked! You dirty cunt, come like the whore you are, come, come!”
Paige had been trying to hold back the rising tide of satisfaction she’d felt overtaking her body, wanting to continue enjoying being fondled and suckled by Phoebe, even at the expense of another climax. However, her body betrayed her. Paige couldn’t help herself when she felt a finger suddenly penetrating her tightly clenched anus, fucking her asshole just like her cunt had already been preyed upon.
Phoebe worked her fingers into Paige’s two holes repeatedly, keeping Paige’s orgasm going until Paige felt like she would die before the ecstasy let up. But the storm couldn’t last forever. Finally, the winds died down to a gentle breeze. It only made Paige more eager to feel that peak again. She grabbed Phoebe’s wrist and actually fucked herself with it, pulling Phoebe’s hand to her groin.
“Don’t stop, Phoebe! Please don’t stop! I love being a dirty, slutty bitch! I don’t care if you’re my sister! I want to keep fucking, I want to keep coming, I want to keep being your dyke slut!” Paige begged, afraid that such an immense orgasm might spell an end to the sex, a natural stopping point or time for Paige to return the favor.
“Don’t worry, Paige. We’re not stopping at all. Getting you off is too damn fun, you little cooze!”
Phoebe’s hands roamed all over Paige’s nubile body. The lightest touch caused eruptions of pleasure in Paige’s overwrought flesh. Phoebe could see she was in control of her little sister just by the way Paige’s sex overflowed with arousal.
“I see you two enjoyed my little spell.”
Phoebe looked up at Piper as she entered and Paige was forced to look too. It seemed obvious which spell Piper was talking about. Slender as she always was, the phallus at her crotch was out of proportion to her willowy body. It looked like it had been grafted on by mistake, a rhinoceros’s prick somehow attached to a slim-bodied woman. Its massive length loomed before her, thrusting out toward the ceiling.
“Was that how big your date was?” Phoebe asked Paige.
Paige could only shake her head. “Bigger.”
“You two never appreciated what big tits you had,” Piper continued. “Now it looks like you’ve ended up appreciating each other. Well, how about appreciating me too—and this other spell I’ve cast?”
“Sure, as long as Phoebe goes first,” Paige said. “I already have a sore pussy.”
“And I can’t wait to have one too!” Phoebe cried.
