Second That Emotion
by Latikia
Copyright © 2006
Chapter 3
I woke up a little hazy and a lot puzzled. I
remembered talking with Isabeau…I remembered linking with her and I remembered
that we made up. I didn’t feel even a tiny bit of anger towards her
anymore. I remembered, sort of, falling asleep, but that had been around
I stretched and flexed my sleep saturated body, working out the kinks that accumulated overnight and discovered quickly what it was that had my subconscious confused. I wasn’t alone in my bed. I stopped moving and turned my head to examine the form next to me, hidden under the covers.
I very cautiously lifted the blankets, like a member of the bomb squad with a mystery package.
Isabeau lay there in one of her plaid flannel nightgowns, socks on her feet and facing away from me. I could make out the shape of her body, the swell of her hips and bottom, the flat plane of her back and the broad expanse of her shoulders. She murmured softly and then rolled over towards me and threw an arm across my torso and pulled the two of us close together. She snuggled in tight, laying her head on my chest and pressing the soft twin mounds on her chest into my side.
It was at that moment it occurred to me that my sister was a woman. All of my life she’d just been my sister, my jailer, my torturer, my Nemesis. Suddenly everything had changed and I couldn’t tell if it was for better or worse.
As she snuggled in close, I felt the warm, soft firmness of her seventeen year old body against my six foot long, nothing but sharp angles, thirteen year old frame.
I lowered the blankets over our entwined bodies and tried to make some sense of what was going on.
At thirteen, I was two years into puberty, but apart from the occasional cracking of my voice, the always bothersome and inopportune erections and the rampaging herd of zits that continuously migrated across my skin; I hadn’t had to deal with the actual female aspect yet.
That was quickly changing. My sister’s soft contours pressing against me and our combined body heat had conspired to give me the most intense and painful hard-on of my young life.
“Izzy...?” I whispered softly, my voice cracked with the strain of not shouting.
“Mmmmm?” was all the response I got.
“Izzy, do you know where you are?”
Her hand began moving over my pajama clad chest, then drifted down along the line of my hip and over my stomach.
“Mmmmm…well,” she began with a husky, throaty growling voice, “you aren’t naked, and you aren’t groping me so I’m guessing you must be Ike, since that’s who I went to sleep with last night.”
“Why are you in bed with me Izzy?”
Isabeau lifted her head slightly to gaze up at me and her long dark hair fell over her eyes and across my chest. I reached down with my forefinger and pushed it out of her eyes and tucked it back behind her ear. She smiled at the gesture, her eyes bright and hungry as they tried to swallow…I didn’t know what, exactly, they were trying to swallow, but I was pretty sure that was a hungry and swallowing kind of look I was getting. Being thirteen sucked rocks, in oh-so many ways.
“I didn’t want you locking yourself away again, like you’ve been doing. So I decided to keep you company and make sure you got a peaceful nights sleep.”
“Is that really why?” I asked? I’ve no idea why I pressed the issue, but it felt to me like she was hiding something. And I was thirteen, stubborn and stupid. (The three do seem to go hand in hand.)
“Can’t you tell?” she retorted with a grin. I shook my head, no.
“The link went away when I fell asleep last night. I have no more idea what you’re feeling right now than you do me.”
Isabeau giggled and pressed harder against me. Isabeau never giggled.
“Ike, I know exactly what you’re feeling right now.” The hand she’d left resting on my belly suddenly slid down underneath the waistband of my pajama bottoms and took a firm grip on my rock hard erection.
“Oh, shit!” I squeaked with surprise. And I once again instantly linked with my sister and was overwhelmed with her emotions.
Actually there were only four I could identify. One was love, one was apprehension and fear mixed in equal parts. The fourth was the one from yesterday that I hadn’t been able to recognize…but today it had separated itself from love and was all by itself. I knew its name this time, because I could feel the same emotion waking in myself. Lust.
Desire is something altogether different from Lust, even if people don’t always recognize the difference. Desire is wanting, Lust is need!
And need was burning Izzy up inside. She was actually suffering from the intensity of her need. I had no idea what I could do to help her. The only thing I could think to do was…ask.
“What can I do, Izzy? What is it you need?”
She groaned and tightened her grip on my penis.
“Kiss me, baby.” She half rasped, half growled.
I had never kissed a girl before…but then I’d never had one holding onto my dick like it was a life preserver and she was afloat on the ocean either. So I rolled her over onto her back, my arm cradling and supporting her head and neck and pressed my lips to hers.
Isabeau’s lips were soft and full and tasted a little like strawberries. I had no idea what I was doing, so I relied heavily on the link to tell me what she liked and responded well to. If I felt her heating up and getting more turned on by something, I kept doing it. If something didn’t make her feel good, I didn’t do it again.
I pressed my lips harder against hers and rested more of my upper body weight on her chest, pressing myself firmly against her breasts. I brought my one available hand up and began to caress her neck and the side of her face. Izzy began to work the tip of her tongue between my lips, so I parted them and pushed my own tongue out to wrestle with hers. My fingers tickled down my sister’s neck and found the buttons on the front of her nightgown. While our tongues swabbed the inside of the other’s mouth, my fingers opened her gown and worked inside the flannel, coming to rest on one firm breast.
Isabeau groaned into my mouth as my hand began to trace around the tip of her nipple, that small nubbin growing hard when I pinched it between thumb and forefinger.
Her need was growing; the intensity of her Lust was overwhelming every other emotion she possessed.
I broke our kiss and gazed into her eyes. Those sea blue orbs had gone glassy with her lust.
“Izzy? I can feel that you need something, but I don’t know what. You have to tell me what to do.”
I’m afraid I sounded a bit whiny and far too much like a little kid…but that’s what I was, an inexperienced little kid in a man sized body.
Izzy released her death grip on my dick and reached up and pulled my hand off her breast. Her breathing had become harsh and ragged, but she retained enough self control to direct my hand up under the hem of her nightgown and between her legs. Once my hand was cupping the juncture between her thighs her hands began raising her nightgown up over her hips and bunched it around her waist.
With my hand over her sex, I went back to following the feelings I got via the link. I stroked lightly around the fat, swollen outer lips of her pussy with the tips of my fingers. Applying pressure where it felt good, easing back when necessary. I found the entrance to her inner depths and slipped my middle finger inside. Her highly aroused state provided more than enough lubrication to allow easy penetration. I stroked that finger in and out rhythmically for a couple of minutes, and at the same time returned to kissing and sucking on her tongue.
Then, quite by accident, my thumb rubbed over a small bump at the top of her vaginal fold, and the surge of emotion I got almost made me scream aloud and ejaculate at the same time. I saw lightning bugs swarming in front of my eyes, and Izzy chose that moment to start bucking her hips against my hand while trying to suck my tongue and lips down her throat.
Obviously that little nubbin was something special. I decided in a hurry that I’d better be careful touching that particular spot, if I wanted to maintain my sanity.
Izzy had one arm wrapped around me and was rubbing her hand up and down my back, occasionally digging her sharp fingernails into the fabric of my pajama top, like when I’d brushed that bump. The other hand was caressing the side of my face; now and then running thru my longish red hair and making little icy tremors dance up and down the back of my neck.
My finger was still slipping in and out of her moist, hot pussy, when I detected a hint of another building need. For no reason I can think of, I decided to work another finger in alongside the first. She gasped and pulled my body closer against her, releasing her mouth from mine and began to lick and nibble on my earlobe.
In response I pressed my penis firmly against her leg and started to slide it up and down the length of her firmly muscled thigh with the same rhythm my fingers were using on her.
Isabeau put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me up off of her body. I could feel that she was still burning and her Lust was peaking. She wanted something else.
“Ike, take your clothes off!” she commanded, her voice raspy and pleading.
I eased my fingers out from between her legs and got up off the bed and started removing my pajamas. I watched intently while Izzy sat up and shimmied out of her nightgown, tossed it over on the floor and lay back languidly. I had never, I don’t think, seen my sister naked before, so I let my eyes move over her bare form. I was awed and dazzled. Not a tan line to be seen on her smooth, blemish free skin. Her smallish breasts pointed up with no hint of sag, the ruby nipples hard and inviting. At the juncture of her long lean thighs was a trimmed strip of dark hair that ended just above the place where I’d found that super-sensitive little bud. Her long dark hair fanned out beneath her but multiple strands were stuck to her face and neck, held by the sheen of sweat that coated her face and upper torso. Even the white socks on her feet added to her beauty.
I tossed my top on the floor beside me and slipped the bottoms down over my hips and erection, stepping out of them and climbing back into bed. Izzy opened her arms and pulled me back on top of her beautiful body.
“You’re very beautiful first thing in the morning.” I whispered before I began to kiss her neck and shoulder.
“Mmmm, I bet you say that to all the naked girls you find in your bed.”
I could feel that she was more than a little pleased by my compliment, even if she had turned it into a joke.
“Every single one.” I replied and started licking my way along her collar bone, then down slowly to the valley between her breasts.
“Oh, baby…yesssss.” She hissed thru clenched teeth, her fingers slipping thru my hair and down my neck to scratch shoulders.
Her pleasure was growing as I licked and kissed lightly at the upper swell of her breasts, leapt higher as I circled to the side and then worked the underswell of those tantalizing morsels. I slid my hips over her leg and wiggled between her splayed thighs, settling my bellybutton against her pubic mound and putting my full body weight (what little there was of it) on Izzy. I felt her Lust surge at the same time I felt the heat and dampness of her pussy grow against my belly.
I stopped licking and lifted my head to look into the eyes of my sister. Izzy gazed back at me with so much tenderness, trust and love that I thought my heart might explode right out of my chest.
I lowered my mouth while keeping eye contact and clamped my lips over her right nipple and the dark quarter sized halo that surrounded it and began to suck.
Izzy gasped and wriggled all over, thrusting her groin against my navel and clutching my shoulders with her hands. I increased the suction, drawing the top couple of inches of her breast into my mouth. Lightly trapping the hard little nipple between my teeth, I chewed and sucked for a few seconds, then began to stroke it with the tip of my tongue. One of her hands went to the back of my head, took a grip in my hair and pressed my face harder against her.
The spasm of pleasure that shot thru her body was reflected by an equivalent shudder down the length of my own. I felt my own nipples go hard and tingle as I rubbed them against Izzy’s muscled stomach.
Releasing the saliva coated nipple I shifted over to her left breast and repeated, still keeping eye contact. The soft smile on my sister’s lips had grown to a full grin. Then the pink tip of her tongue emerged and ran seductively over her pouty lips.
“Have you ever done anything like this before Ike?” she asked in a tight whispering voice.
My mouth was full with her breast and nipple, and I was in the process of chewing and flicking my tongue over the surface of that nipple, so I just worked my negative shake of the head into what I was doing. Kinda like a terrier worrying a rat.
Izzy squeaked a little loudly at that. I shuddered and moaned in response to her pleasure.
I slid my hands down her ribs and back up to caress the tops of her breasts and up higher to tickle her sweet neck.
We both quivered.
“Ike, honey?”
I released her breast and lifted my head to look at her. She let go her grip on the back of my head.
“Ike, how are you doing this? If you’ve never made out before, how…?”
I smiled at my older sister and planted a kiss between her breasts.
“I linked with you. I can feel what you’re feeling…so I can tell what you like and what you don’t.”
“Wow…” Izzy smiled briefly then I saw her eyes glaze over and her smile turned into a wicked grin. “Can you feel what I want now?”
I shook my head, no. My hands had moved down and were taking the place of my mouth on her breasts and nipples, squeezing, massaging and pinching.
“I can’t read your thoughts, just your feelings and emotions. You’ll have to tell me what you want, or wait for me to figure it out.”
I pinched both her nipples between my fingers, gently at first, but when I felt the electric flash that went thru them and ran down her belly to her pussy I increased the pressure gradually until I thought they might pop.
“Uggggaaah!!” she moaned loudly and squirmed beneath me.
I grinned like a madman. Damn that felt good. Better than that, I felt the connection growing; the connection between Izzy and me, and the connection between certain points of her body. It was like some kind of invisible spider web, and I was the spider at the center. I knew what she needed now, and I knew where she needed it.
The only question in my mind was whether or not I could survive what I thought was going to happen. Her pain the night before, and the death of the deer days ago, had done me some serious psychological and emotional damage. Even at thirteen I recognized that. But if her pleasure got too powerful, what could that do to me?
The question of what constitutes “sex” has troubled the minds and intellects of people who want to get away with as much as possible, for as little consequence as possible, since the dawn of human civilization.
Kissing? Regular old osculation? Probably not. Fondling? I guess it depends on who’s fondling what on whom. Fingering? Probably, but with the same caveat as fondling. Oral sex? Well…would the folks who named it have called it “oral sex” if they hadn’t thought it was sex?
Now, is oral sex adultery? Ask Judge Judy. Ask Bill Clinton. Ask Hillary. I wasn’t married and neither was my sister, so the question was and remains irrelevant.
However…and you just knew the subject was going to come up at some point didn’t you?
I have to admit that at the age of thirteen the subject of incest had never come up in any discussion I’d ever had with my parents, my siblings, my friends (didn’t have any), or in my reading. How the hell I managed to avoid running into even a mention of the word or subject still strikes me as peculiar, but it is, nevertheless, a fact.
So, at the time, it did not occur to me that what Izzy and I were doing was in any way wrong, disgusting or illegal.
A few years later I would look back and wonder why Izzy had allowed it, even encouraged it, to happen. But that was still in the future.
I’d discovered the web of sensory spots that made up my sister Izzy’s body. I found that I could play those lines of connection much like Eric Clapton played the guitar. In the back of my mind I decided to play Layla on my sister’s body.
Pinching her nipples had started her Lust throbbing and her hunger rampaging.
The flash of electricity that shot thru her ran from the twin sparkplugs of her breasts and met at the hard little bump just above her vaginal lips.
I knew where I had to go (if not what I had to do) to put an end to her need and hunger.
I slid down Izzy’s body, kissing and nibbling on the skin of her belly, stopping to run my tongue in, out and around her belly button, then downward to the thin tract of dark hair that led to the source of her need.
I nuzzled her furry mound first with my lips, kissing up and down the sides then running the tip of my tongue thru the lightly forested patch.
I released Izzy’s breasts and ran my hands down her sides, over her narrow hips and underneath to grasp one round butt cheek in each hand and started kneading the firm flesh.
She moaned and twitched with delight, taking one of the pillows and holding it over her face when her outbursts started to get a bit too enthusiastic.
With each soft kiss, every tiny little lick, I felt her pleasure and Lust grow…and with it my own.
I pressed my nose down on her hidden little bump and started running my tongue up and down her sodden pussy lips. Izzy arched her back and tried to thrust herself into my mouth.
“Gahhhkk!” was what I think I heard her scream from beneath the pillow she had pulled tight over her face.
I began to shudder violently; the echoes of her passion coursing thru me. I desperately tried to tuck her feelings into some less sensitive part of myself, anything to neutralize or at least lessen the impact they were having on me. I wasn’t having much luck. When I slid two fingers into her and began to stroke her gently, her pleasure overloaded my ability to cope and I came.
My hips pumped spastically against the mattress and the bedclothes, rubbing my rock hard dick in time with my tongue and fingers and I came hard, creating a good sized puddle of semen.
I continued to finger Izzy’s clenching tunnel while running my tongue thru, over and around her fluttering pussy lips.
I rotated the hand whose fingers were inside her and curled the middle finger up and rubbed against the top of her hidden tunnel. I came across a slightly knotted area and when my finger touched it Izzy went wild and I thought I had lost my mind.
Izzy thrashed her hips against my hand and mouth, screaming and tossing her pillow covered head. I released my grip on her butt and locked my arm across her hips and pressed her bottom back down against the mattress, holding her down with all the strength I had.
I was seeing more than lightning bugs at this point. My vision was pretty much gone, having been replaced with a neon kaleidoscope, and the colors were moving so fast I thought I might get dizzy and pass out.
Fighting thru the sensations I realized that I was cumming again. I still hadn’t lost my erection and was as hard as I’d been when all this started.
But Izzy’s hunger and need were still calling to me and my own body was telling me I’d best get a move on and shut them up or I’d be in deep trouble.
I kept pressing and rubbing my inner finger on that hot spot inside Izzy’s steamy chamber. Then lifted my mouth and attacked her little hidden bump with my tongue.
My sister bowed her body into an arch, lifting me up off the bed with her. Somehow I kept my fingers inside her and my mouth over her bump. I went blind. All I could see in front of me was electric white. My body felt like it was on fire, the burn starting from my dick (which had started shooting off again) and spreading out to every other single bit of me. My lungs stopped working, my heart stopped beating…my blood still ran, but it was molten.
It was too much for me. I screamed and then I blacked out.