Capítulo 237: Emma, the Virgin Sister
byHeyAll©
It was the mid-1930's and much of America had been plagued with drought and dust. It seemed like it would never end and their farming town was on the brink.
Emma and her mother washed the dishes together after a family dinner. It was just the two of them in the kitchen. Although their family couldn't afford to send her away to college anymore, Emma was always happy to be at home where she could be useful to her parents.
"Do you think that crazy old man could be right?" Emma asked, while putting a plate on a rack.
Her mother gave a smile. "Don't be silly. How could he possibly be right?"
Earlier that day, while they were leaving church, an old man had stood on a wooden crate and preached about how the severe weather was God's vengeance. The man, with a bible in one hand and a cross in the other, pleaded for the need of a virgin sacrifice. In particular, he pointed directly at Emma. 'It's written in the book!' the old man had shouted at her, before people quieted him down.
"Look what's going on outside," Emma held firm. "It's not normal."
"God has a plan for everything. They call this a 'dust bowl.' Trust in the Lord, my dear Emma, and we'll be fine."
"But what if there are things we can do?" Emma asked. "Like what that old man said about the virgins."
"Emma, do not speak like that in this household," her mother said sternly. "Do you understand?"
"Sorry, mother."
"It's inappropriate to speak that way. And it's perfectly wholesome to be a virgin. That's the way it should be until you find a suitable husband."
Emma nodded. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"It's not me you're upsetting. It's the Lord. His plans should never be questioned. It's not our place."
"You're right, mother. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Just keep things in perspective. You're a beautiful young woman, and someday, you'll find a handsome young man to take care of you. Until then, focus on your chores."
"Yes, mother."
"Good girl."
Her mother gave her a kiss on the cheek and told her what a precious daughter she was. Emma always loved hearing nice compliments from her mother. Especially since she always knew that her mother was being honest.
***
Emma wasn't ignorant about sex. She knew about all about sexual desires that adults had. She occasionally masturbated. But she tried her best to avoid it because she had been taught that it was a sin.
Sex was something her friends had secretly talked about when no one else was around. Some had even experimented with it. It was an extremely taboo subject in the small religious town where they lived. No one dared speak of it publicly. Even showing skin was considered taboo for women.
In the days that followed, Emma helped with chores around the house. Life was getting slow without school. But she managed.
In that same time, she never forgot the words of the old man. What if he was right? Emma secretly wondered if she was the reason why the town was experiencing an extreme drought. Maybe her virginity was attracting evil spirits? Those thoughts brought guilt and shame. At night, she'd cried in bed.
Then she would begin to wonder about sex again.
The furthest she had ever gone was kissing an 18 year old boy on the lips a few times a few months ago. They never dated. Emma never had a boyfriend before, only because her parents forbade it. But she had plenty of offers.
Many times, when Emma was home alone, she would sift through her father's medical books. Emma would look at drawings and photographs of nude adults in those books. She learned much about sexual acts there as well.
But that wasn't the full extent of her sexual knowledge.
Once, Emma had seen her parents performing sexual acts on each other. She needed to use the bathroom late at night. When she passed by her parents' room, she saw a small light shining through the keyhole of their bedroom door.
Emma peeked inside to see her mother naked, on her knees, with father's penis in her mouth.
It was the shock of a lifetime. Emma was stunned by such a lewd act. She had heard of that act before. She had even read about it. But to actually see it? And her own parents actually doing it?
The sight made her gasp and her jaw drop. And it made her stomach feel funny. It made her question if such acts were consistent with their deeply held religious beliefs.
Nevertheless, after she had used the bathroom, she returned to bed and felt the urge return. It was an urge which her mother had warned her about many times. A dark desire from within. And it would always be accompanied with a longing between her legs. A few times, Emma was weak and she touched her longing with her fingertip.
On the night she saw her parents doing sex acts, she was weak again, and she touched herself.
After several nights of thinking about the old man's comments, Emma decided that she wanted to see more of her parents. She was even more curious about sex than ever before. She no longer wanted to be a virgin. She wanted to experience what adults experienced. She wanted to become an adult. She wanted to become a full-fledged woman.
Finally, the opportunity came.
There was a small light coming from the key-hole of her parent's bedroom door. She tiptoed towards the light and she got down on her knees to have a little peek.
And then she saw it: Her mother had just removed her nightgown. Her father had removed his undergarments. His penis was fully erect. Mother had gotten on her knees and serviced him with her mouth. It lasted for several minutes. Then father laid down on the bed. Mother got on top.
They were having sex.
Emma watched every moment.
When Emma went back to bed, she reached the conclusion that sex wasn't difficult. Also, she realized that sex was very arousing and that adults enjoyed it immensely (even though they condemned it publicly).
The longing between her legs returned. The urge had returned. And Emma touched herself for a while until she achieved a rare climax.
Thank God for this.
She laid in bed with a feeling of pure bliss and she was determined to save the family farm.
***
The siblings walked along the open field together. They were tasked with checking on the small remainder of crops. It became part of their daily routine, as crops became difficult to grow during the extreme drought.
"What was college like?" Emma asked as they walked together.
"You're still interested in that?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
"Well, college is a place with many bright students. It's a very proper place. Students are expected to be respectful and well prepared. There are many books and professors with lots of knowledge. I think you'll fit right in."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because you're smart," Sam replied. "Don't worry, you'll go someday."
Emma smiled. "I know. I try to stay positive. But it's so hard. Everyone is so convinced that there's no solution."
"If there was a solution, it would have been found. My guess is, we wait it out. Let mother nature take its rightful course. I think we'll be fine."
She paused for a moment. "What if there is another way? Remember that old preacher outside the church?"
"That crazy old man from last week?" Sam asked. "Don't listen to him."
Emma persisted. "But what if that old man is right? You know, the whole virgin sacrifice thing. Maybe this is all happening because of me. Maybe it's all my fault for attracting the evil spirits."
"No way. That couldn't possibly be true."
"But you believe in heaven and hell, don't you?" Emma asked.
"Yes, but that's different because it comes from the church."
She questioned, "So the church is right, but the old man is wrong?"
"What's your point?"
"My point is, we should keep an open mind towards all possibilities. I mean, it couldn't hurt, right?"
"Oh really?" Sam replied, holding back laughter. "And that's going to bless our land? Just don't tell our parents about this.""
Emma shrugged. "I mentioned it to mother last week."
"What did she say?" he asked, turning serious as he wanted to know how mom reacted.
"She was mad at me."
He laughed, "Of course she was. Come on, let's forget this whole thing."
They kept walking along the farm as Emma felt slightly embarrassed for bringing up the topic.
***
The days passed. Then weeks.
As time moved on, the drought had become worse. Sand blew in the air. The conditions became harsher and no one knew what to do.
All the while, Emma had never forgotten the words of the old man. She wondered if she could possibly do it. If it was worth a try. And she wondered if God would accept her actions.
Her religious beliefs came first. But she knew there were exceptions in special circumstances. Certainly the harsh weather called for special sacrifices.
If it were to happen, Emma thought about who she would lose her virginity to. There weren't many good options in her age range. Former classmates she liked had moved away. Worst of all, it was a tight-knit community. Whoever Emma did it with, word would have quickly spread. Word always spread. People always talked.
Emma found herself masturbating more often. The urge came more frequently. It was exactly what mother had warned about.
But she was done struggling with her urges. She just accepted it. Some of her friends had privately said that the urges were perfectly natural, and it was God's gift to all women.
Emma didn't know who to believe. The only thing she knew was that it felt divine. It was the perfect way to relax after a hard day of chores. There was no better way to relieve stress, she thought.
***
It was early in the morning. The siblings were outside tending to the few farm animals they had. Their parents had gone out for a meeting with the other church goers.
"Did you have a girlfriend in college?" Emma asked.
He smiled, "That was random."
"I'm curious. Was there anyone that mother and father didn't know about?"
"Kind of. Nothing serious. But there was someone."
"Did you have sex with her?"
Sam lifted an eyebrow. "Where did you learn to speak like this?"
"I'm not ignorant, you know. I know about these things."
"Have you done it before?" he asked skeptically. "Is there anything you haven't been telling me?"
Emma gave him a sharp look. "Of course not. But I'm asking you. You went off to college. So, did you do it?"
"A few times," he reluctantly admitted.
Her eyes widened. "What was it like?"
"Emma, the best poets and writers can't adequately describe what it's like."
"So it's that good?"
"Even better," he smiled. "But don't get any crazy ideas. It's a nice thing that you're a virgin. That makes you special."
"I don't feel special."
"But you are. It makes God happy."
"I know it does," Emma replied. "But I feel that... that... maybe this place really is cursed. And the only way to fix things is if I sacrificed myself. Just like the old man said."
"Sacrifice?"
"My virginity," she clarified. "Even in the bible, some of the stories are about people making tough decisions for the greater good."
"Not this again."
"Don't you think it's worth considering? We should explore all of our options as a family."
Sam thought for a moment. "Okay, suppose the old man is right. And suppose you want to go through with that idea. How would you do it?"
"I don't know," she shrugged. "I'd want to do it with someone I love. A person who loves me in return. I'd want it to be special. The way it's supposed to be."
"Well, have you found a guy to marry?"
"No."
"Then there's your answer," Sam said in conclusion. "Forget about your silly idea. You should focus on practical things, like helping around the farm."
"Maybe you're right."
***
Those thoughts never left her mind. Without school, what else was Emma supposed to do with her active imagination and curiosities about life?
She had read all of the books she owned (sometimes more than once). And there were fewer people to talk with. Many of her friends had moved away. All that was left was her fantasies.
If she had the chance, Emma would sneak into her parent's bedroom and read her father's medical books. She had the exact pages memorized. There were a few particular pictures she enjoyed looking at. Pictures of adult men and women completely naked, posing for the photographer.
There was also a picture of the male erection. It was a sight which intrigued her. It was interesting to look at. Mostly because it seemed so unusual. She wondered what a fully aroused erection would feel like in her hand. She would have been afraid to even touch it, she figured.
She also enjoyed reading the passages which described the male anatomy. And passages which described sexual intercourse. It was all so exciting. Soon, Emma had less interest in the fictional books she used to read. She found herself becoming more interested in the topic of sex.
After reading the passages and looking at the medical pictures, Emma would go to the bath area and touch herself. She would touch her breasts and clitoris as she poured water on herself.
All she needed was a partner... the urge had told her.
***
The siblings were left alone again. Father had gone to see a patient and mother had accompanied him.
They took a walk outside and threw rocks at empty cans. It was their favorite outdoor game since there wasn't much else to do. As they ventured further down the path, Emma noted how nice it was to have Sam back from college. Things were always better with him around. He gave her a safe feeling.
She looked at him and smiled. When he saw it, he smiled back.
Before either of them could speak a word, a dust storm quickly appeared. It came fast and nasty. Neither of them had seen it coming since it was behind them. It was a massive cloud of brown dust. And it was headed in their direction.
"Let's run to the nearest barn," he said.
They ran together. As they ran, Sam held onto her hand. It was a touching gesture and she appreciated it, even as they were running to escape the sudden dust storm.
They made it inside the small barn. It was a barn which was rarely used and there weren't many supplies or protection inside. Sam shut the door, but that wasn't good enough. There were cracks alongside the wooden walls which allowed sand to enter.
"Lay down in the corner," he said.
Emma obeyed. She laid down on the floor, which was covered in hay.
Sam laid next to her. Their bodies were pressed against each others. He wrapped his arm tightly around his younger sister and protected her. It gave Emma a warm tingly feeling.
The dust storm hit and it made a loud hissing noise. Trickles of sand flowed inside the barn and sprinkled the siblings. Their hearts were beating. It was a scary moment, even though there was no real danger. It was also a surprisingly intimate moment since they were so close to each other in a time of need.
After a minute, the sand storm ended.
Sam was about to move his arm away, but Emma held onto his wrist. Emma still wanted the feeling of protection from her older brother. It gave her comfort. And they remained silent for a while as they laid on the floor.
"Is this what sex feels like?" she asked.
He laughed. "You're my sister. We shouldn't talk like this."
Emma turned her body so they were face-to-face. She looked her brother straight in the eyes. Then she wrapped her arm around him too. Both of them had their arm wrapped around the other.
"I'm old enough," she insisted. "Mother says I'm already a woman. I should be treated that way too. So tell me."
"This is similar to sex, in some ways. The intimacy. Being so close to someone."
"Is sex better?"
"Of course," he replied. "It makes you feel good all over. It's impossible to explain. But it feels like the greatest gift of all. Do you mind if I ask you a personal question in return?"
"Sure."
"Do you know what a climax is?" he asked. "Have you ever felt that? Do you even know what I'm talking about?"
Emma smiled. "I'm not naive about this. I touch myself at night. Sometimes while I have a bath or when I'm in bed I can make myself... climax. It usually takes a while, but it happens if I focus on the right thoughts."
She watched as her brother's eyes widen. She watched as he shifted his legs to adjust himself.
"Let's change the subject," he said.
Her eyes looked down. "Is that an erection?"
"What do you know about that? Have you ever seen one?"
She smiled again. "I told you. I'm not naive."
"Who's erection have you seen?"
"Some pictures in father's medical books. And I've seen father's also."
"You've seen father's erection?"
She gave a sly look. "I've seen our parents having sexual intercourse. I've also seen mother take the erection inside of her mouth. I can tell she really likes to suck on it."
"God," he gasped. "You're lying. You're teasing me, aren't you? There's no way that mother would ever do something like that."
"I swear it. That's what I saw."
Sam struggled with that image. "I can't believe that mother would do something like that."
"Why?" Emma asked. "Women aren't allowed to enjoy things like that?"
"Of course women should enjoy it. But mom is mom."
"Mom is a woman like anyone else. Women are allowed to enjoy sucking. Has a woman ever sucked your erection?"
Sam smiled. "It feels really good. That's all I'll say."
"What if I was naked right now?" she asked bluntly. "What would you do? How would you feel? Would you take my virginity?"
Sam heard enough. He pulled his arm away and he stood up. As he stood, he adjusted his pants. There was an angry look on his face, but it was clear that he had an erection inside his pants and that he was aroused.
"Please don't mention this again, Emma. It isn't right. You're my younger sister. We shouldn't be talking like this anymore."
Sam walked away and left the barn.
***
The parents had left again. They went to a church meeting with other local leaders and friends.
The siblings were home alone and there was a mild sand storm outside. Nothing scary. But enough to make a mess.
Emma had just finished a bath. She used her parents' small bathroom to wash herself. While in the water, she touched herself thinking about doing naughty things with a penis. She imagined herself kissing and licking it. Most of all, she imagined what it would feel like inside of her vagina. Deep down, she wanted Sam to take her virginity. She felt embarrassed after, but it was fun while it tasted.
Afterwards she dried her hair and body with a towel.
The house felt so empty and quiet. With nothing better to do, Emma decided to play with her mother's clothes and make-up.
She looked through her mother's closet and found a nice yellow dress that her mother sometimes wore to church picnics. It was thin and easy to wear. She always thought her mother looked beautiful in it.
Emma stood in front of the mirror and undressed. She stood naked and looked at her reflection. Her skin was a pale shade of white. Her breasts were flat. She had soft nipples, which were a faint shade of pink. Her pubic hairs were a thick brown bush.
Then she slipped on her mother's dress.
It was too big for her. Her mother was tall. Emma was slightly on the petite side. The dress looked loose and it hung. Emma didn't care though. She just wanted to wear it.
But the dress was so loose, that the middle of Emma's bare chest was showing. She didn't mind. No one else was in the room.
Emma sat down in front of her mother's dresser and looked at the small assortment of make-up. Emma rarely wore make-up. Only for special events.
Her eyes glanced at everything. Then she opened the red lipstick and carefully applied it to her lips. Then she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
The lipstick had given her face an interesting complexion. It made her look more like a woman, rather than a bland girl.
Footsteps approached.
"Emma, are you there?" Sam called out.
"I'm here."
Sam pushed the door open to find his sister. He froze completely.
"You look... like a woman," he said, surprised. "I was just checking on you to make sure you're okay while the dust storm is outside."
"Thank you. It's mom's yellow dress and lipstick. I've always wanted to try it. The dress is a little big."
Sam's eyes gazed downwards. "It looks nice."
"You think so?"
"Yes."
Emma looked down to see what Sam was staring at. And there it was. Her soft pink nipple was showing on the left side. And it caused Sam's eyes to be transfixed. Sam quickly looked away when he was caught.
But Emma made no attempt to cover herself.
"Do you like the lipstick too?" she asked.
"Sure, I do. It makes you look prettier."
"Maybe I'm growing up a lot faster now. You know, like a woman."
Sam nodded. "I can tell."
"Why won't you have sex with me?" she blurted out.
Emma gently parted the middle of the yellow dress to reveal both of her small breasts and her light pink nipples.
"You shouldn't be showing that to me," he said.
"But you've already done it before," she pointed out. "Why can't you look at my womanly areas when you've already had sex before?"
"You're my sister."
"Isn't love the most important thing?"
"Please, don't..."
Sam became uncharacteristically uncomfortable. He shifted his legs, which clearly meant that he had an erection.
"I won't tell," she said, still holding the dress open. "I swear I won't tell. Look outside. Our land is cursed. There's nothing but dust. Maybe there's a way to fix it."
"My goodness, Emma, you should understand that it's difficult for men to resist women like this. It's so difficult."
"I don't want you to resist. I swear I'll never tell. Mother and father will never find out. No one will."
Sam struggled with his thoughts. The conflict was blatant in his expressions.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"I don't know," she shrugged. "Whatever men are supposed to do."
Sam approached her. They were both nervous. But they both wanted to do it, although they didn't know how to begin.
There was an awkwardness and intensity as Sam stood in front of his exposed sister, who was still sitting down.
"Can I see your penis?" she asked curiously.
After a deep breath, Sam loosened his pants and let his clothes fall to his ankles. It was that simple. And his erect penis was exposed.
The room was completely silent for a long moment. Emma's eyes looked at the hardened penis with a wondrous gaze. She couldn't believe she was seeing one up-close. Most of all, she couldn't believe she was seeing her brother's.
She reached forward and touched it. The touch made Sam flinch, but she continued with her exploration.
Her soft fingers examined the erection. It was so hard and stiff, yet so smooth and soft. It was like she imagined it to be.
"Can I put it in my mouth?" she asked. "I learned from watching mom."
"I can guide you also, if you'd like."
"Yes, please. I want to be good at it, Sam."
Emma started by giving it a kiss on the tip with her red lipstick covered lips. That made Sam squirm. She gave it another kiss. Then another. She could tell that her brother was enjoying it by his tense reactions.
With the cock held firmly in her hands, she leaned forward and took it inside her mouth. It felt solid. The skin was like silk. It had an interesting texture. She closed her lips around it, just like she saw mother do, and she began to suck.
It wasn't long before Emma realized that she enjoyed doing it. The feeling of taking a man's penis in her mouth gave her a tingly sensation between the legs and it made her heart pound.
"Take it deeper," he said. "A little bit more. Use your tongue. You're doing great so far."
Emma took those words as encouragement and she continued. She took the cock a little bit deeper and used her tongue to lick. It felt so awkward. She looked upward and saw her older brother watching her. Sam was always her idol and role model. Now there she was, sitting down, with his penis in her mouth.
It made her feel good to know that she was pleasing him. She could tell by Sam's facial expressions that he was enjoying it so much. Sam breathed harder.
"Use your hands more," he said. "Stroke. Do you know how?"
With the cock still in her mouth, she nodded.
Emma's soft fingers stroked the erection while she sucked. She stroked and sucked. The sexual feelings became more intense for both of them.
"I'm close," he said. "I shouldn't finish in your mouth. It wouldn't be right. Not for someone precious like you. I'll finish somewhere else."
When Sam attempted to move back, Emma used her hands to hold the back of his legs, which stopped him from leaving. Sure, he could have easily forced his way back, but it was simply too hard to resist.
Emma looked her brother in the eyes. The look in Emma's eyes said it all: I want to do this. I'm going to do this. I am determined.
Her hands returned to stroking. Then Sam came.
The first shot of Sam's climax went to the back of Emma's throat. The second shot went to her tongue. She wanted to gag, but didn't. She kept on stroking and sucking. All the while, noting the unique taste of Sam's fluids.
She continued the process until nothing was left. She continued until Sam stopped ejaculating and his penis slowly turned soft.
Then she released the penis from her mouth. She used the back of her hand to wipe her lips.
"How did I do?" she asked, licking the remaining cum around her mouth.
"You were amazing. We should get cleaned up before our parents return home. They'll be back at any moment."
Emma could tell that her older brother had a sense of shame. She could tell by the look in his eyes and the sound in his voice. She felt a little shameful too. But it felt so good.
When Sam left, Emma washed herself clean. Then she changed her clothes.
***
A week had passed before the siblings were home alone again. According to mother, the siblings would be alone for several hours. Mother said to take care of each other. Emma smiled at the comment, then she told her mother, 'Yes, of course we will.'
With the parents gone, Emma went to her room and removed all of her clothes. Then she slipped on a thin sundress and went downstairs barefoot. The dress was loose and it was clear that she wasn't wearing any undergarments.
They went for a walk outside, holding hands with each other.
"Do you feel guilty about what we did?" Sam asked. "Or were you disgusted by any of it?"
Emma blushed a shade of cherry red. "I liked the taste. It was different from anything I've ever had in my mouth. The texture. The flavor. You know, I climaxed many times thinking about it."
"Really?"
"I did. I touch myself between the legs and I think of wonderful thoughts. And I receive wonderful feelings. Lately, all I could think about was what I did for you. Now I understand why mother enjoys doing that for father."
"At least they're married."
They continued walking until they were out in the empty field. It was mostly dirt and dried brown grass.
"It's a beautiful day," she said "I want to feel the sun against my skin. On my body. All of it. Do you mind?"
"It's up to you."
There was a clear sense of conflict in Sam's voice. He didn't want things to escalate. But how could he refuse seeing his beautiful sister?
Emma reached down and pulled her dress overhead. She tossed it on the ground. Then she removed her shoes and stood barefoot on the dirt. She was stark naked from head-to-toe. The sun reflected against her pale white body and pink nipples.
She raised her arms and spun around naked. Enjoying herself. It gave Sam a chance to see her nudity from all angles.
She enjoyed the exhibitionist feeling of being nude in the open air of nature. The breeze brushed against her naked body, which made her soft nipples turn hard. It gave her new feelings of sexual sensations.
"I want to do this," Emma said firmly. "I've already had your ejaculation in my mouth. Do you want to take my virginity next?"
"Emma..." he said faintly, trying to stop his sister's advances. "It's a special, sacred experience."
"Will it hurt? For girls I mean."
"It depends. It hurts more for some girls, than others."
"Well, if it's going to hurt, I'd rather do it with you, instead of someone else. You're experienced. Plus you've always been there to protect me."
Sam gave a slow nod. "Fine. I'll do it."
"Can you undress?"
He reluctantly began to remove his clothes, piece by piece. His cock was fully erect. He was aroused. And he couldn't deny it.
Emma laid on the ground, right on the grass. She spread her legs to let her brother take a good look at her hole.
"What do you think about it?" Emma asked, spreading wider.
"You're very pink. It's cute. You have a beautiful vagina, Emma."
She smiled, "Thank you."
"Can I kiss it?"
Kiss it? It was a thought which hadn't occurred to Emma before. She would never have asked for such a thing. She had never seen her father do it to mother. But it sounded like a brilliant idea.
"Please do," she smiled.
She watched anxiously as Sam got down on his knees, in between her legs, and stared closely at her pink hole. It made her feel embarrassed and self-conscious that her older brother was looking at her sex, so up-close, during broad daylight.
But she knew that Sam liked it. And she enjoyed showing him.
A tingly sensation went up her spine as Sam kissed it. Then it was kissed again. The kisses were right on her thin labia. The kiss on her clitoris felt even better. It was so gentle and tender.
When Sam gave the pussy a nice lick, Emma gasped. It was far better than her private masturbation sessions. It was beyond words.
Emma closed her eyes and enjoyed the bliss. She ran her fingers through her brother's hair as he licked. She gasped when Sam sucked each of her labia. She moaned when Sam sucked on her clitoris.
Then she cried when Sam put two fingers inside of her pussy. Her brother's fingers were much bigger than hers. When the fingers were inserted in her pussy, it was the largest thing which had ever gone inside. And it felt intense.
"I think you're ready," he said, still working his fingers inside the virgin pussy.
"Then make me a woman," she replied.
Sam moved on top of her. Their naked bodies touched. They looked each other in the eyes with their faces only inches apart.
"Let me know if it hurts," he said.
Sam reached down to guide his cock into Emma's deep pink hole. He pressed the tip of his throbbing erection against it, and he gave a push.
It went inside and Emma gasped. She felt full inside and pushed to her limits.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Keep going. How does it feel to be inside me?"
Sam continued pushing against the vaginal walls. It continued, inch by inch, slowly, until he was all the way inside.
"Tight. Warm. Wet."
"Do you like it?" she grunted.
"Emma, you feel wonderful."
She managed to smile, though uncomfortably. "Thank you. I like having you so deep inside of me. It's... my goodness... it's stretching me."
He gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then he went slowly, just as Emma had asked. His erection slowly moved out, leaving an empty feeling in Emma's deep pink hole. But that feeling of fullness returned when he pushed his cock back inside.
The in-and-out motion was a new sensation for Emma. She fully understood why adults, including her own religious parents, enjoyed sex so much. It felt good. And it felt natural.
The rhythmic pattern continued. Her vagina would feel the fullness of her older brother entering all the way. Then it would temporarily leave when he pulled back, only for him to return. Emma's pussy was getting used to this, and despite the pain, she wanted it harder. More intense. She wanted the same sexual experience her mother would have at night with father.
The feeling of pleasure made her heart pound like never before.
"You can go faster now," she said. "I'm doing fine so far."
Sam listened and did what Emma asked. He put his hands on the ground and positioned himself over her. Little by little, he started to go faster. Then he began to pound her vagina. Emma cried. And he slowed down when it became too much. He wanted to keep the right pace.
"It hurts," she said after several minutes, as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
He stopped for a moment. "Do you want to end this? You're really tight."
"No. Keep going. I can handle it. It feels really good."
Sam returned to his thrusts, and eventually, Emma's tiny hole adjusted to the speed and size, and she began to enjoy it more. Her face grimaced and twisted in pain. But it was the kind of pain that gave her so much joy and physical blessings.
"It's burning inside," she gasped. "My core is tightening and it kind of feels like I need to pee."
Sam continued his thrusts. "It means you'll have a strong climax."
"I want to know what that's like."
Emma's face made a series of expressions. Her eyebrows continuously shifted while her vagina was being ravished by her brother. Her nose made crinkling shapes. Her cheeks lifted. And her lips tightened and quivered.
"I know a trick," Sam offered deviantly, thrusting deeper into her vagina. "Something I learned in college."
With one hand, Sam reached down to rub Emma's clitoris in a circular motion. It felt divine for Emma and it produced immediate results as her entire face and body tensed.
Masturbating herself was one thing, but to have her brother masturbate her pussy during sex felt delightfully sinful. At that moment in time, just before her epic climax, Emma fully understood why the church often spoke out against sex; it was corruption of the human flesh. Emma surrendered herself.
"Oh god! Just like that!!"
Emma cried out loud. It was almost at the top of her lungs. There was no shame. No guilt. There was no one around to catch them. It was like the entire world revolved around her, Sam, and the climax.
Her toes curled mercilessly. Her legs wrapped tightly around Sam, and her back formed an arch. Her eyes squeezed shut and her lips were quivering even more. Was she officially becoming a woman?
"Lord forgive me!!" she cried for mercy.
Sam continued pounding and rubbing as Emma produced a powerful climax. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. Masturbation was always great, but this was heavenly. The pleasure was everywhere. It took her breath away and her eyes rolled back. An intense feeling burned inside of her pink hole. It was a life-changing climax.
Fluids were seeping from her vagina and slowly she was able to regain control of her body and mind. She was able to breathe properly again and she knew her brother was close, from the grunting noises he was making.
It wasn't long before Sam pulled his penis out and he stroked himself. He shot a massive load of cum on top of Emma's stomach. He continued stroking until his ejaculation was finished and her stomach was a glazed mess.
When it was over, they both laid next to each other, side by side as naked siblings, breathing heavily from their intense climaxes.
They looked up at the blue sky and enjoyed the beautiful day.
"What do you think is going to happen?" she asked eventually. "Do you think the curse will be lifted?"
"I hope so."
Emma used her fingers to wipe Sam's ejaculation from her stomach, then she put it in her mouth. Tasting it.
"Do you enjoy that?" Sam asked, smiling when he saw it. "It's the second time you've eaten it."
Emma licked more of the cum from her fingers. "It's kind of delicious."
She let the cum roll around in her mouth, swirling it on her tongue to get the full feeling of the texture, and allowing it to rest on her taste buds. She even chewed on it a little bit before swallowing. Her gulp was loud and it made her brother laugh.
"You're always full of surprises," he said.
They continued laying naked in the outdoors together.
Emma reached down and gently touched her labia. Then she rubbed the outer layer of her pink hole. The beautiful sensations still lingered.
"Will this pleasure fade away?" she asked, half-jokingly.
"It will, unfortunately."
Emma smiled, "That means we'll have to do this again. I like this feeling. And I never want it to stop. I think I'm a lot like mom. I enjoy sucking. I enjoy having sex and being naked. I'm not sure if mother enjoys the taste of ejaculation, but I do. A lot."
"There's plenty more," he smiled back. "Always."
For the first time, they kissed each other on the mouth. A soft kiss at first. Then a wet tongue kiss. They picked up their clothes and walked naked back to their home, with their bare feet on the dirt and the sun warming their exposed flesh. They had agreed on sharing a bath and for Emma to lead an oral clean up, since this was entirely her idea.
Sam was right. The best poets and writers can't describe the feeling of sex. It just didn't seem possible.
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