The Bar-B-Que Pt. 02

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In The Parents room

Karen’s alarm clock startled me awake. At first, I didn’t know where I was. Then I noticed a naked sister lying beside me stretching herself into wakefulness. It was still dark out with the only light in the room from her night light over by the door. I took a quick look at the alarm clock and said: “Four O’clock, we’re up at four O’clock?”

Karen snuggled a little closer: “You’ve been asleep for six hours now, what’s the problem?”

“What’s the problem? The problem is me being up so early on a Saturday morning.”

She reached her soft hand down wrapping her fingers around my semi-hard cock: “Did you forget the plan? We were supposed to sleep for a little while and then go down and do the deed with me kneeling on Moms bed.”

Now I was wide awake and my cock was starting to let her know that It remembered the plan and that I still approved: “I’ll have to go to the bathroom first.”

Karen sat herself up, leaned over and gave me a nice long kiss. She then leaned further over and planted a kiss right on the head of my cock: “I get the bathroom first, then you; and then it’s down to Moms room, OK?”

“Wait, are you OK? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I did a little inspection in the shower. I’m surprised and happy to report that everything is in fine working order. Honestly, I did anticipate a little tenderness or soreness but, happily, I feel fine.”

“You’re not just saying that?”

“Honestly. I’m fine. Do you want to fuck me again or do you want to just lay here and talk?”

That did it! I was quickly up and waiting to use the bathroom. Karen came out and I went in and we were soon headed down the stairs. She was carrying the tube of JY that we bought Thursday night. It really felt weird walking around the house naked, even weirder going into my parents’ bedroom that way. But the part where I walked behind Karen while looking at her fine naked ass as it wiggled in front of me, that part was OK.

Karen went right to the pendik escort little table next to the bed. She opened the drawer: “They took it with them.”

“The JY?”

Holding up the tube in her hand: “Yes, good thing that we brought our own.”

I was still a bit uneasy being in our parents’ bedroom. Karen apparently sensed that and she came up to me giving me a big hug. With us both being naked, a close hug was both pleasant and exciting. I started to react in a most predictable way.

Karen: “Well, are you ready to fuck me now?”

“Just like that, no warmup? Wouldn’t you want me to touch you or go down on you or something?”

“I want to do it just like they did. I want to know what Mom felt when Dad pressed himself into her. Are you game for it?”

Me: “Now you’re asking me if I want to chicken out?”

“Hey, turnabout is fair play, right?”

I agreed and started fidgeting with the tube of lube. I figured out that there was a little foil seal that had to be punctured with the cap before you could get anything out. Lucky that I found that before I needed to use it. Needing to use it came up rapidly.

Karen: “Let’s get this show on the road. I do the kneeling and you do the fucking.”

With that, she knelt herself down on the side of the bed presenting her fine ass for my viewing pleasure. She did take a quick moment to look up at the skylight, now very dark, making a note of where she had viewed this activity on prior occasions. I moved up to stand behind her admiring the view. I had never seen her all bent over like this and I was immediately aware of just how beautiful and intricate she was, in all her details.

“You’re ready?”

“As ready as Mom is every Sunday morning. “

“How much lube should I use?”

“Lots, use a lot on you and on me.”

I was surprised just how much of the lube comes out of the tube when you squeeze it with nervous fingers. A big blob landed on the palm of my hand and, thankfully, not on maltepe escort the carpet. I closed my hand transferring some of the jelly to my fingers and carefully applied it to Karen’s’ underside. I tried to locater her vagina by sight but needed to feel around with my finger to be sure. Once located, I lubed her generously internally and externally.

Then me. I squeezed another generous glob of the lube directly onto my now rigid cock. I smeared it around with the same hand that I had used on Karen’s’ pussy. It was just a little bit cool but generally felt good. I carefully put the tube onto the little table before moving closer to Karen’s’ waiting body.

“Here we go.” Was the best that I could come up with before starting. I grasped my extremely slippery cock and ran the head up and down her slit until I was sure of her vaginal opening. I pressed forward but went nowhere. I wasn’t lined up correctly. I relocated myself a little and pressed again. I went all the way in!

“Ooooooh! Don’t move for a moment.” Neither Karen nor I expected me to go ‘balls deep’ on the first push. It felt amazing to me but I was worried about her: “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m ok, I just wasn’t expecting that.”

“Tell me if you want me to take it out.” I was staying as still as I could with my cock in her pussy and my hands on her hips.

“No, you can move but go slowly and don’t press so deep; I think that you’re bumping against my cervix.”

I drew back and pushed forward very slowly. When I reached the end of my instroke, I felt something that I didn’t feel last night. I guessed that what I was feeling was, in fact, her cervix. I was wondering what Karen was getting out of this. For all that I could tell, her clit wasn’t anywhere near the action. Then I remembered what she had described as Dad reaching around to rub Mom while he fucked her.

There was still a little of the lube on my fingers so I did the gentlemanly thing and reached around her waist looking kartal escort to apply a little attention to her sensitive little clitoris. Try as I did, Karen just didn’t seem to be responding and eventually pushed my hand away: “That isn’t working, just go for it. I want to feel you cum.”

I was a little disappointed but too far along fucking her to stop. I concentrated on moving as quickly as I could before she said: “Whatever you’re doing, it’s working, just keep doing it like that; I think that I’m going to cum.

Now I had to concentrate on not cumming. I gritted my teeth and held out as best I could. Soon enough, I felt that throbbing in her pussy again; she was cumming! I pressed into her but not all the way while she rode it out. After a good minute or so she started to calm down and I restarted fucking her in earnest.

It didn’t take long before my balls boiled over and I was cumming inside my sister the second time in less than eight hours. It was a great cum and I was lucky to be holding onto her hips otherwise I might have fallen down. I stayed in place until it was over.

Karen: “Don’t pull out of me.”

“Why not, are you ok?”

“I’m fine, I just don’t want to drip anything onto Moms bedspread.”

That’s when I realized that I had just pumped her full of cum and the only thing keeping it from leaking back out was my now rapidly softening cock.

Karen reached back: “Hands.” I took her hands and using me a leverage, she pulled herself up. Still kneeling on the bed, she was now vertical: “Let’s do this carefully.”

She put one foot down onto the floor and then the other. We were now standing there with just the tip of my cock still in her pussy. She then pushed her hand, palm up, under her crotch from the front. As she pushed further back, she forced my cock out of her pussy but had her hand under herself catching anything that dripped.

Karen turned and started a funny walk towards the door. She kept her hand in her crotch until she reached the downstairs bathroom. I grabbed the tube of JY, smoothed the bed as best I could and retreated to wait just outside the bathroom door. She was soon out and looked a little funny: “I never thought about that part. I wonder what Mom does?”

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