How I started eating out my sister

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I’ve been eating out my sister for a few weeks now. It all started a few days after her 18th birthday when she caught me sniffing her panties. I was sitting in my room, inhaling the intoxicating smell while rubbing my cock. She used to sneak into my room to smoke, so I never even heard her cause she’s used to being quiet around the house. When she came in, she asked, “what are you doing” I just looked at her for a few seconds, then before I could respond, she walked out of my room. I wondered our relationship was gonna be hell, mainly cause she didn’t say a word to me during that week.

A few days later, we got drunk and started drinking at the house with our older sister. My older sister returned home that night, and it was just the two of us again. She brought it up again, “so hey, what were you doing when I came into your room last week?” I was straightforward with her. I guess cause I was drunk and said, “I was smelling your panties” I can not remember much of the conversation after that, but I’m pretty sure she said, “how did you like the smell” not 100% certain, but I’ve been playing that conversation out for weeks to remember, and I’m pretty sure it was that. Cause I know, I said after whatever she said that “they smelled like the best thing ever and were very intoxicating” She’s at all times walking around the house in just her panties and a shirt, so at the time, that’s all she was wearing.

She took off her panties, and I remember my face being frozen. I turned away at first cause I had no clue what she was doing. She then said, “why don’t you smell it straight from the source” with my face still turned. I replied, “cause you never let me,” she said, “I’m letting you now,” and that’s when I turned to see her panties off and her shirt on. I asked, “what are you doing” and she said, “being a good sister,” I felt like I was in a sex scene video, lol. I was nervous, but I leaned my head closer even though her legs were partially closed, and I pushed them a little further.

My drunk was eventually killed, but I still don’t remember some things after that. I just started smelling her pussy, and after about a few minutes, she asked me to lick her just once. I was planning she would say that cause I just had my nose sitting on her clit, moving it unnoticeable but enough for her body to react to it. I licked her once with the slowest I ever moved my tongue. Not sure if she asked me to keep going, but I did, and I don’t think I could’ve stopped, given the option. I licked her to two orgasms, and it looked like she loved it. Her body definitely did. I think we had a conversation after, but not one to remember. I wish I weren’t fucking drunk!

We both went to bed in our rooms after. I’m guessing cause that’s where we both woke up and texted me the next day about what happened, I went into her room to tell her, and I told her everything I could remember (this confession) instead of her saying stop explaining or leave she wanted me to keep going. And from that day on, I’ve been going down on her only about once every two weeks, so not much since it first happened. She won’t do anything, won’t even give me a handjob, and when I asked why not recently, she said, “I should be grateful you’re even going down on me,” and from that day, I stopped complaining to her and was just happy I get something instead of her telling others what she saw.

NSFW: yes

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