Mutual Attraction - S01 E12

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Mutual Attraction - S01 E12

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

Introduction:

Louise shows Wayne that sixty-nine is not just another number

This story continues on directly after my last story, Mutual Attraction Part 11.

Morning came again, and for the second time, I woke up next to my sister, Louise, except this time we were in her bed and not mine. I looked at her, asleep beside me in her bed, as her chest rose and fell in her sleep, and then after a few moments, she also woke up.

We talked for a few minutes, and then she casually reached down, felt my morning erection, and she rolled over on top of me.

However, the moment she pressed her soft mouth onto mine, the phone rang, and she jumped out of bed to answer it in the family room. It was Mrs Cairncross, her boss's wife, saying that one of the other girls had called in sick, and asking if Louise could come in on her scheduled day off. That meant that our day of mutual exploration, that Louise had proposed the previous night, had to be postponed, but Mrs Cairncross did say that if things were not too busy, she would let Louise finish early.

So, Louise and I had breakfast as normal, and she headed out the door for work, just like any other day. That left me at home on my own, so tidied up, and went to visit a couple of friends for most of the day.

I had soccer training in the afternoon, and after training, I got a lift home with one of the guys in my team. When he dropped me off outside my house, I saw that Louise's car was already in the driveway, so Mrs Caimcross must have kept her promise. I was glowing from the physical workout I had just had, but very sweaty, when I walked in the back door, and I found Louise making coffee In the kitchen. She was wearing a short, sleeveless, cream coloured dress, with a pale pink pattern on it, and her hair was tied back in a ponytail, the way she wore it sometimes. The short skirt showed off her shapely legs and curvy figure, and it was cut just low enough in the front to show a little cleavage, but not too much, and with her hair tied back like that, she looked like a combination of sweet and sexy meets girl next door. We greeted each other in the kitchen and she said, "You look like you need a shower." I agreed with her and headed straight for the bathroom, where I wasted no time in stripping off, and jumping under the hot water.

After I had finished, and put on some fresh clothes, I went to the family room, where I found Louise sitting on the couch, watching the afternoon soap operas. "I don't know how you watch this stuff" I said, sitting down next to her on her left, and she said, "I don't know, either. They just suck you in sometimes."

She hit the mute button on the remote, shutting down the sound on the TV, and leaned a little closer to me. "You smell nice," she said, "straight from the shower."

I turned to her and sniffed, and said, "You smell nice too."

It was true; she did smell nice, like a mixture of her deodorant, sweet hair shampoo, and her own personal scent. "So," Louise said, turning to face me, "you got any plans for the rest of the afternoon?"

"No." I said, "nothing in particular."

She turned around on the couch, and swung her legs up and onto my lap, and leant back against the right arm of the couch to face me. "Well," she said with a smile, "we've got the whole house to ourselves, and all the time in the world. I wonder what sort of mischief we can get up to."

I could see where this was leading, so I answered, "I'm sure we'll think of something, if we put our heads together."

Louise's short dress had ridden up when she put her legs across my lap, and I could see she had a pair of white cotton panties on underneath. "Are you looking up my skirt?" she asked.

A week ago, I would have denied it, but a lot had happened in the past two days. "Yes, I was," I said, looking her straight in the eyes.

"And what's so interesting up there?" she asked, playfully.

"I was looking at your pants," I said.

"My knickers," she replied, speaking like a person interrogating a child over some act of naughtiness, and being unsatisfied with the answers, "And what's so interesting about my underwear?"

"Dunno," answered, "I was just looking."

"Is it my knickers," she asked, "or what's inside them?" still with that playful tone.

"Well, to tell you the truth," I answered, "It's more a matter of what's inside them.

"And what's inside them that's so interesting? she asked, making eye contact, but still maintaining that playful tone.

I decided on the spur of the moment to use the word with maximum impact, and I said to her, "Your cunt."

Louise's eyes widened a little, and she looked genuinely surprised. "Wayne McAllister, how dare you talk about my private parts like that?" she asked, still playful, but with a sterner tone in her voice, "You've hurt my feelings now. You'll have to kiss me better."

"No problem there," I said, leaning forward to kiss her on the mouth, but she pulled back and said, "Not on my mouth. You've got to kiss the part of me you insulted."

She had a playful, challenging smile on her face.

"That's just as easy," I said, lifting her legs and swinging down between them. I pushed her skirt up a little higher, and I saw that her white cotton briefs had a yellow smiley face printed on the front. I put my face down near her pussy, and I breathed in gently, taking in the sexy scent through her panties. Then I gently kissed her on her panties, just about where I knew her clit would be, underneath the material. I held my face there for a moment, enjoying the scent. Then I looked up at her from between her legs.

"Not bad," she said, "but you're not kissing me, you're really kissing my knickers, aren't you?"

"I'll soon fix that," I said, eagerly, and I put my fingers into the waistband of her pants, and she lifted her bottom off the couch to let me pull them down. I sild them down her long legs, and took them off her, dropping them on the floor. I looked up at her face, and she was simply watching me, without speaking. I put my face back between her legs again, and I gently kissed her on her clit, this time without any cotton between my lips and her skin. I inhaled again, and then I turned and gently kissed her on the smooth, soft skin of her left inner thigh, feeling her pubic hair on my left cheek. I turned back to her pussy, and I gently moved her left leg a little wider to give myself better access to her, and I kissed her just underneath her clit. I held the kiss for a moment, and then I slipped my tongue in a little between her inner lips, tasting her, and feeling the excitement mounting inside me. Louise was already starting to get a little wet.