Hot Night in the Kitchen with Sister

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“And you know what? She wasn’t disgusted. When I was done she had this huge grin on her face. And you know what she told me? She told me she’d had the hots for her brother for years. They’re twins. They’ve always been close. Once, not too long ago, they got a lot closer. She told me about it over a bottle of Chardonnay she and I finished off one night. She had her brother — Ryan — over for dinner. She seduced him over dinner. They ended up doing it on the floor of the living room. I was visiting mom and dad that night, so she and Ryan had the apartment to themselves.”

Emma paused and pointed vaguely in the direction of the other room.

“Do you know who she’s with right now? Her brother. She’s visiting him at his condo on the beach. They’re going to do it again. That’s what she says, anyway. I don’t know if he knows, but that’s her plan. And Riley’s pretty good at getting what she wants.

“Before she left, she told me I should seduce you. Riley always thought you’re kind of hot.”

“Kind of?” Aaron couldn’t think of anything else to say. He was struck dumb by what Emma was telling him.

“Well, big brother,” Emma said. “You are kind of nerdy. You’re good looking, but, you know.”

Aaron didn’t know what to say. He reeled at Emma’s words.

“Why are you telling me this, Emma?”

Emma said nothing. She looked away from Aaron, up at the ceiling. She looked to the stove top. The bisque bubbled. She grabbed a big spoon off the counter and dipped it into the bisque and put the spoon to her lips. Steam arose off the pinkish broth.

It was too hot, because when she put it to her lips she instantly pulled the spoon away and said “Hot!”

The spoon tipped, and bisque spilled onto Emma’s white top, over her left breast. She gasped, and she shrieked. “Hot!” she cried again. Steam arose over a large dark stain of bisque on the white top, directly over her nipple.

Without any hesitation, Emma whipped the top off and threw it to the floor. She was topless again, her breasts pointed firmly and saucily toward Aaron. A hot oily bisque stain coated her left nipple and the surrounding area of her breast. Steam rose off the stain on her nipple.

Aaron’s and Emma’s eyes locked, and he looked away from her to her breast.

“It’s burning me,” Emma said to her brother.

Aaron moved to her. He took her hips in his hand and his mouth went down, to her nipple, taking it in, sucking it in between his lips. His tongue went out and it caressed and slurped over the breast, covering every trace of the steaming bisque. When he pulled back, the bisque was gone from her breast, but his saliva remained. It sparkled in the kitchen light.

“Thank you.” Emma panted as she said it, her chest heaving.

Emma’s left hand shot forward and grabbed the short hairs at the back of Aaron’s head. Aaron did not move. With her right hand, Emma scooped up another spoonful of bisque from the pot. She brought it slowly toward her face, never taking her eyes off Aaron’s.

Then she poured half a spoonful of the steaming bisque in the spoon onto her right breast. She whimpered when it streamed over her pink nipple.

Aaron needed no further prompting. He pushed his head forward and closed his mouth over his sister’s right tit. He sucked up the bisque. Then he licked and cleaned up the residue that remained on her breast. Emma moaned while his mouth was on her.

Aaron felt both Emma’s hands at the back of his head, pulling on his hair and holding his face fast against her chest.

“Don’t stop, Aaron,” she said.

Aaron pulled his mouth away from her sticky breast. “You don’t stop, either, Emma.” His mouth went back to her, his tongue lapping over her nipple, her areola, and the lambent skin of her breast. His hand pushed the breast up, so he could run his tongue along the underside of it. When his mouth reached her nipple again he bit down on it, gently, but with just enough force to make her whimper. After biting her tit his mouth watered over it and his tongue pushed it back and forth.

When he was done feasting on her breast he pulled back, but only for a moment. He saw the look in her eye, and she saw the look in his. They pulled their faces toward one another and kissed, open mouthed, tongues out and searching one another, arms around each other, grasping and pulling.

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