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It took a while before she called me back. I waited impatiently for some indication as to where she was and what she was doing.

To be sure, she’d left me a few dirty texts during a two-hour layover in the Dallas airport.

“Thinking of sucking your cock again,” one said.

“Getting wet thinking about you inside me,” said another.

Then she went totally silent, which I expected. It was all hands-on duty at the hospital with COVID cases running as high as they were. I lowered my expectations somewhat, trying to visualize how busy she must have been in such a chaotic environment. I would not have exchanged places with her for all the world. She made great money, but twelve-hour shifts will really take it out on you, even on the lightest of days.

Today was Saturday. I got a non-sexual text from her early that morning apologizing for the delay but letting me know that her next off day wouldn’t be until Wednesday. She didn’t offend me. Truth be told, I was proud of her for being so brave and courageous. “We’ll talk then, baby,” she promised. I believed her.

Honestly, my head was spinning quite a bit. We’d gone from Zero to Ninety in only a few frantic days. I could barely wrap my brain around it. It was all I could think about most days. My therapist told me that in situations like these it would be a good idea to journal it all out, to just set everything out there to best process very intense events like these. I’ve transformed them into stories both for your benefit and my own. My hope is that you’ve gotten as much pleasure out of them by reading as I have from direct experience.

My sister was many things, but timely was not one of them. If she said she’d call at 7 in the evening, I knew that meant close to 9. We were İstanbul Escort now separated by two time zones, which gave me a little extra time to talk that I knew we would both appreciate. Sure enough, the phone rang at 9 my time and her breathy, deep voice filled my ear.

“Hey you,” she said, playfully.

“Hey sexy,” I responded, immediately lowering the tone of my voice to match hers.

“What are you wearing?” I asked, getting right to the point.

“Well…” she stretched out her vowels a little, yawning from several hard day’s work in a row.

“I just took off my green scrubs, tops and bottoms, and now I’m wearing a light blue cotton bra with matching light blue cotton panties. And that’s all.”

I had been wearing my typical attire for wintertime. Obscure indie rock band short-sleeved t-shirt, blue jeans, and no socks. I think I was born part Viking. It takes a lot before I feel too cold for comfort. I began to rub my instantly rock-hard cock with my right hand against my denim-clad rod. I undid my belt, unzipped the fly on my jeans, and pulled down both my pants and my boxers with one motion.

I began to stroke myself, but not before applying a tiny bit of lube to the head of the shaft. I rubbed mainly across the head at first but then pushed the soft skin up and down.

“What are you doing?” she said, teasingly.

“Thinking about you,” I replied, breathing heavily. “What are you doing?”

“Imaging myself on my back again with you about to penetrate me.” Her voice grew deeper still.

“Uhhh. Uhhh.” Along with her moans, I could hear the sounds of a wet and very lubricated pussy being vigorously finger-fucked.

“Tell me you want it,” I demanded, a little bossy this time.

In Anadolu Yakası Escort that instant, I was reminded of a girlfriend I’d once had who could never resist me. That sounds egocentric, I know, and maybe it is a little bit. We engaged in a little light bondage play every now and again. Some of us have encountered lovers in our lives that could never turn us down when we wanted them, even if at first they were a little reluctant. I hoped in that moment I could mold my sister that same way, completely unable to resist getting herself off if I wanted it to happen, taking me on command.

My girlfriend back then called my behavior from time to time, “evil.” But what’s wrong with being a little “evil” if it feels so good? What’s wrong with encouraging hard nipples and moist snatches when she wants it as much as you do? I loved taking control over her, making her my bitch. I knew when no meant no and respected it, but some people like to be dominated and she certainly did. My sister was proceeding in the same direction, and I wanted to reinforce that it was okay to give up control in a safe way when the rewards were very high.

“Yes!” she cried. “Yes!”

“So should I consider this enthusiastic consent?” I teased back at her.

“You can take me anytime, any way, anywhere you want to,” she said, whispered this time like a confession. “Oh, I wish you were here now with me, but this will have to do for now.”

“This is pretty damn good,” I thought to myself. “I could get used to this every day.”

I had a whole memory bank full of recollections at my disposal as I listened to our mutual masturbation session. And then I heard her first orgasm. “Oh, God!” she cried, exhaling heavily into the phone. I was still going strong, Üsküdar Escort but a few more forceful sounds like that and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer.

“Tell me what you want from me. Do you want my whole cock slamming in you?”

Again, enthusiastic consent. “Oh, yes, big brother. Yes, I do. Make my pussy come again.”

I prepared her for what would follow next. “You know if I hear you come again you’re going to make me blow my load? Is that what you want? Is that really what you want from me? Do you want your pussy filled with my seed? Are you prepared?”

“Huh! Huh! Huh! Yes!” And she went over the top once more.

I blasted off like a rocket. Three huge squirts of semen shot inches up my naked stomach. I was spent. She was spent. Neither of us said a word to each other for a good two or three minutes, minus the panting and deep breathing.

“Wow.” That was all I could say, after my vision became fully restored.

“I’m going to sleep like a baby tonight,” she replied. “Twelve hours on my feet all day and then this. Maybe I can pool my time off in time for you to fly out here for a couple of days. But maybe not. It’s just this damn pandemic.” Her voice was pensive and full of disappointment.

“I guess we’re going to have to be patient, like we said we would before you left. In time, everyone will be vaccinated.” I was trying to think optimistically.

“I’ll keep leaving you naughty texts. I promise you that.” I could hear a sexy smirk on the end of the line.

“I appreciate it.” I was indeed grateful. The two of us were going to see ourselves through the worst public health crisis in a century. I couldn’t think of a more fitting way to do it. After nearly a year of a black cloud of isolation and massive boredom hanging over my head, there was nothing quite like a new, robust sexual relationship to take my mind off of it. And even more crazily, it was with my hot sister. It had been a long time since I’d thought this way, but I felt immensely lucky.

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