Gwen and Me

100% fiction!

I was eighteen, in my first year at college, my sister, Gwen was nineteen, in her second year. We were from the Midwest but Gwen went to a west coast school and mine was on the east coast, we both took summer courses, so I hadn’t seen her in almost two years.

Last summer Mother’s parents organized a big family reunion for their anniversary and begged us to come home. Relatives came from all over the country, more than our house could hold, so me and Gwen shared a room at a local motel.
On Friday we had dinner and spent the evening with Mother and Father , then returned to the motel about ten o’clock.

“I didn’t want to stay with Mother and Father anyway, did you?” she asked as we moved in, “I kind of got used to sleeping raw and knew I couldn’t in their home. Do you mind?”
“Hell no!” I answered, “I was scared you’d get uptight ‘cause I don’t have any PJs. I guess dorms are the same all over.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, giggling, “Except for the coed ones. Really, though, I don‘t mind sleeping in my panties and bra if you‘d rather.”
“Stop talking foolish,” I told her as we unpacked, “Don’t forget, Mother used to bathe us together, so I know our coochies look alike.”
“Yours might, but mine looks a lot different now, with a nice curly covering. Do you shave?”
“No way! I tried it for a while but got tired of the hassle.” I touched Gwen’s shoulder length, blonde hair, then my short brown tresses. “My trim’s dark brown, not blond, so I guess they don’t look alike.”
“Your trim?” she laughed, “I like that, quim trim, it rhymes.”

I kicked off my shoes and took off my blouse and slacks. “Wanna watch some TV for a while, or are you sleepy?” I asked.
“I had too much coffee at dinner,” Gwen answered, “And I feel too gritty and sweaty to get into a clean bed.” She had undressed to her undies and was unhooking her bra, “You want to shower first?”
“Makes no difference to me,” I said, “You can go first if you want to, just don’t use all the hot water.”
“You go,” she ordered, “I’ll see what’s good on the tube.”

Gwen was just getting off the toilet when I stepped out of the tub, and she climbed right in. And when she came out she said, “How come you didn’t find us an adult movie? There’s a pretty big selection.”
“I didn’t know you liked porn,” I answered, “Anything particular you wanna watch?”
She surfed through the selection and settled on an old one, black and white with no sound, that turned out to be very good. My pussy ws soaked by the time it was over.
“Jesus, Freda, Did that turn you on like it did me?” Gwen asked, giggling.
“Did it ever!” I laughed, “I’m liable to jill as soon as we turn out the lights.”
As if we both thought the same thing at the same time, we got silent.
“Seriously?” Gwen asked, and I felt sure I knew what she wanted to hear.
“Seriously,” I answered, “Unless I get a better offer in the next few minutes.”
“Like an offer to help one another out?”
“Hmm, that’s probably the best offer I’ve had all day.”

I turned off the TV and got on the bed with Gwen. Kind of shyly we played with one another’s tits, then got bolder and kissed, and finally let our fingers find their way to the other’s pussy. Tongues probing mouths and fingers probing pussies we rolled and tossed on the bed like wrestlers, till Gwen broke our kiss.
“Holy shit, Freda, this is gettin’ intense! Your twat’s wetter than mines ever been.”
“Yours ain’t exactly the Mojave dessert,” I panted, then without thinking I took my fingers out of her pussy and licked them. She looked at me, shocked, then took her fingers out of me and licked them, and we both laughed.
“Well, at least now we know what pussy tastes like,” she said.
“Yeah. Nothing like I expected, pretty tasty, in fact. Yours is, anyway.”

For a long ten seconds we looked into each other’s eyes, then I asked, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I probably am,” she said softly, “Are you sure you want to?”
I dipped my finger in her honey pot and tasted it again. “Goddam right I want to. Do you?”
I felt weird sucking her nipples but was getting more excited by the minute. I had tongued and nibbled my boyfriend’s nipples but this was entirely different somehow. Gwen shivered as I kissed lower on her belly, and when I reached her love tunnel she groaned and raised her ass clear off the bed, silently begging for my attention.
There was her pink slit, framed on each side by a light sprinkling of honey blond curls, glistening with her juice, looking so delicious I couldn’t resist running my tongue from one end to the other.
“OHMYGOD!” she squeaked, and when I licked her clit then stuck my tongue inside she raised her ass clear off the bed and bit the pillow to keep from screaming.

I pushed her legs higher and farther apart, her ass back on the bed but her pussy still wide open, and began licking, sucking and probing with my tongue. On an impulse I wet my finger in my own pussy and slid it up her ass, she hissed, “You bitch, I’m cumming and it‘s too soon!”
I looked up at her and grinned, “So, cum, I don’t have to stop. You can cum as many times as you want,” and went back to my sweet snack.
Gwen uttered a series of grunts, “Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh!” Her asshole tightened around my finger and her pussy sucked at my tongue with each grunt. Long seconds passed before she began to relax and her grunts changed to a low chuckle.
“Should I keep going?” I asked her, “Wanna cum again?”
She grabbed my hand and pulled my finger from her ass, then pulled my face up to hers.
“You’re a perverted fucking cunt, ain’t you?” she chuckled, “What’s the idea finger fucking my ass?”
“You like it?”
She hesitated, “I don’t know. It was,....Jesus, it felt,....... weird! Like I was shitting myself or something.”
“It didn’t stop you from cumming,” I laughed.
“You got that right,” she laughed along with me, “But it might be a good idea if you washed your hands. Especially that one finger.”

I washed my hands and got back into bed, feeling almost as satisfied as if I’d cum right along with Gwen. In fact I felt so relaxed I was almost asleep when Gwen came back. But when she took my nipple between her lips and put her hand on my thigh I came awake instantly.
Gwen did the same things to me as I had done to her, sucking and chewing my tits, then kissing her way down my belly to my pussy, and I understood why she shivered. and when she tongued my clit I almost screamed.
I expected her to stick her finger in my ass, and was pretty much prepared for it, but she shocked and surprised me by rimming me first, and I do mean rimming me! She actually tried to get her tongue inside my asshole, which was naturally too tight.

“Put that tongue back where it belongs,” I hissed, then she did put her finger up my ass. It hurt at first, then was just uncomfortable, and soon became a real turn on.
My cum built up slowly, first a little tingling down deep, building, growing, and finally an explosion, wave after wave of pure pleasure, my entire body shuddering with each spasm of my pussy. Gwen’s tongue was all over, inside my pussy, on my clit, her finger in and out of my ass, prolonging my ecstasy, until I fainted.
I was only out a few seconds, when I came to Gwen was crawling up to lay beside me, her finger still in my ass.
“Wow, you really got turned on, didn’t you? she laughed, “Which was better, my cuntlapping or my finger fucking?”
“You called me perverted? I can’t believe you tried to stick your tongue up my ass! That’s sick! I’ll be goddammed if I’m gonna kiss you till you use a lot of mouthwash.”
“I know, I guess those porno actresses take enemas before they make the movies. Ptui! Yours tasted awful!”
“We sure messed up that bed,” she said when she came back from washing, “We may as well share this one.”

We slept in each other’s arms and showered together Saturday morning, our sexual activity limited to kissing and groping. The day was a lot of fun, family activities, spending time with relatives we hadn’t seen in a long time, a delicious sit down dinner, then dancing till almost midnight.

Gwen and I got back to the motel worn out, but not too exhausted to share another shower. We got a little kinkier than we had that morning, deciding that since we both had to pee and there was only one toilet ..... well, you know. While out tongues danced and explored our mouths, our piss mingled and ran down out legs in a hot, smelly stream. Then after our shower we had an extremely wild sixty-nine, and again slept in one another’s arms. We wound up our weekend with a final sixty-nine, checked out of the motel, bid farewell to our family, and boarded separate planes back to high school.

Gwen and I both have husbands and children now and live miles apart but keep in touch regularly. And every couple of years we manage to get together for a wild weekend.