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The afternoon sunlight played upon my breasts gayly as I loosened the buttons of my dress and allowed the coarse cotton to fall freely away from my bare skin. My fair chest glistened in the shimmering sway of the trees, the air carrying away the heat of my body and cooling me. I felt my nipples swelling in the caress of it. It was intoxicating, the capricious pixie between my legs finding the sensation stimulating and answering with a gentle billow that gave me the urge to slip my fingers up under my Sunday dress and stroke her. I awaited the right moment, enjoying the thrill of exposing myself against all mores of my Christian family and community. What would they say if they knew of my affinity for exposing myself to the countryside for the mere sensual indulgence? Nothing good.
Gazing out across the fields, the flowing acres of wheat and barley that sustained my family waved happily in the Sunday breeze. It was my custom to walk the rough after church. The solitude eased my disposition, which so many graded as quarrelsome, though what I felt in my heart was more passion of nature and thought. And, a freedom to roister in the broad vista of ideas in the world. Why constrain my body with clothing, but to save the snickering of foul boys, the sideways glance of pious men, and the fear of women whose bodies sagged with age and wear, afraid their husbands might prefer the sight of my nakedness to theirs? I defied them with my bare breasts, a mere eighteen years, already efficacious enough to move the world around me. I felt powerful, if companionless.
I was about to let my dress fall to the grass and step completely out of it nude when I heard a stick crack behind me. I whirled to find my younger sister Chastity standing there, looking at me with rapt disapproval. I pulled my dress together to cover my nakedness. How quickly my defiance was washed away with the shame and fear of being found that way. The jarring speed of it angered me.
"What are you doing?" She asked in her chirpy, judgmental soprano. Chastity was no saint. She was drawn to spectacle, somehow finding herself in the middle of other's business and telling all to everyone.
"None of your business is what I'm doing," I answered hoping to put her off.
"You were naked, I saw you," she replied, accusingly.
"What if I was? It's my body, out here where no one can see and you are the intruder. I enjoy cooling myself in the breeze. Is that so wrong?"
"What's wrong is what you were doing with Malcolm in the barn. I saw that, too."
Oh good heavens. She saw us playing "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He showed me his large erection and I played with it with my hands. I lifted my dress and pulled my panties down so he could see my under parts. He asked if he could try something he heard about from his uncles in the field. He gave me my first orgasm with his soft mouth and fingers. I wiggled and cried out in the barn as the climax overtook me like a summer storm. I can't believe Chastity was watching us!
"So what? He asked and I let him."
"That's not what mom will think."
"You'd better not tell, Chastity Morgan, or I won't forget it! You do plenty of things too and don't think I won't remember and rat you out like a convict!"
"No need for all that, all I want is for you to show me." She twirled in her dress a little as she said this.
"Show you what?"
"What Malcolm did to you. It looked delightful, rapturous even, based on your happy response."
Dear heavens, this girl. She watched Malcolm nibble my cookie and wants to know what it's like. "You want me to do it to you? Your own sister?"
Chastity continued to twirl and look at me with big eyes, "Yes, why not? You don't think I should ask Malcolm do you?"
"No of course not, better me than him." I have to admit to a certain flutter at the sudden awareness I felt towards her body and what she was proposing. I'm enamored of boys exclusively. But, the forbiddenness of exploring my sister's nakedness had a taboo appeal that set a quiver in my loins.
I looked all around us, confirming that we were completely alone in the grove isolated by hills and open field on every side. "You can't tell anyone, not ever."
"I won't tell," she said, immediately leaning back on the felled tree behind her. I knelt in front of her, my mouth beginning to water. I'd only recently confronted the male sexual organ for the first time in the barn. Again, I found myself at the doorstep of another first, my sister's vagina.
She hoisted her dress, exposing creamy white thighs and no panties. I shook my head, "Of course, she enjoys the airy Sunday walk as much as I do." Her ruffles provided a soft cushion around my face as I took her hips in each hand. Her pubic hair sat in a light brown puff atop a pelvic outcropping that descended down towards soft strips of skin, joining at the top and disappearing where her legs joined. Never did I think it would tickle my nose.
"Open them more," I said. I held her dress up and felt her hands on the back of my head pulling me into her body. A sweet fragrance of the soap we bathe with wafted past my nostrils, followed by an erotic body smell. Her vagina was glistening slightly, flowing with desire. In her eagerness, my nose bumped awkwardly against her muffin, the flaps of skin glancing across my lips. I could smell her desire. I parted my lips, letting my tongue flap across them, wetting her gently. Her taste was like sweet vinegar and tomatoes. I lapped a few times before parting her thighs slightly and extending my tongue back as far as I could. I was rewarded with a dollop of clear nectar from her peach. She made a cooing sound, obviously approving.
I wasn't sure exactly what to do. So, I just allowed my memory of what Malcolm did guide me. My tongue danced back and forth, flicking the prominent skin protruding out of her. She gasped in a way that reminded me of her glee on Christmas morning when unwrapping a present. She stroked my hair with a tender, sisterly care. It felt lovely, mixed with the soft murmurs of her pleasure, the graze of the country air passing inside my open dress, and the agreeable visage of her vagina, it's flavor and fragrance. I gazed up and the delight in her countenance spurred me on to lick her with increased fervor. Her face was aimed skyward with a look that alternated between bliss and a taught ardor that suggested pure sensual ecstasy. The remembrance of it came back to me from the barn. I longed to give it to her. So, I laid my tongue into her with double the industry with emphasis on her clitoris, eliciting squeals of euphoria from her. My own maple crumpet was fit to burst with syrup. I could feel it draining down one thigh, seething as it was with the excitement of drinking from beneath my sisters undergarments.
"Don't hold back, dear sister," Chastity petitioned in a penitent tone. "I should never have threatened or coerced you. The felicity of this feeling is...is...beyond words. A gift from the Creator it is...ohhhhhh, ahhhhmmmmmmmm..."
My mouth encased her dripping flower, wringing the elixir of her arousal from her trembling vagina like milk from my mother's breast.
"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Don't stop! Don't stop!" She implored, beside herself with reverie. Her face seemed to twist now as she rocked back and forth on the tree, her legs fluttering on either side of my face as she filled my mouth with the most robust of flavors. I licked lavishly, devouring her like a country supper.
"Yess, yessssss...." Her body went tight, then shivered from pointed toes to her chest heaving as the climax came, rushing upon her with such urgency she seemed fully possessed. Her hands grabbed at me unaware, like one clamoring through darkness, her breath drawing in deeply and holding while she shook.
Then out with a rush she exhaled, her hips driving into my mouth, her soft pubic hairs brushing my nose and dispersing the fragrance of her moist skin. I held on until she came to rest, quite spent.
"Ohhh, I had no idea it was like that!" she exclaimed. "So dreamy, I'm in a stupor." She waved her hand before her face, a light coating of perspiration making the bridge of her cute nose gleam in the uneven light falling between the leaves.
I licked my lips and wiped my mouth with my dress sleeve. A tickle of a breeze reminded me my breasts were still exposed. I looked up to realize she was eyeing my nipples with curiosity. "I wish we had time for you to return the favor, but mother will be looking for us for evening prayers." I wished we had time, too. Chastity pulled her dress back down and smoothed it. I felt a gentle ache as the form of her vagina receded from view. I was suddenly spellbound by her nakedness. I wanted more of it.
"Maybe later," she said shyly.
"You really liked that, didn't you?" I said, buttoning my dress.
"So much, I must have it again," she said with a grin.
"And you shall, sweet sister," I said and gave her a quick peck on the lips before skipping past her clumsily, embarrassed at the sudden and new expression of affection. Leaving the grove behind, we rushed home to avoid a scolding, both knowing we were not finished giving each other forbidden ecstasy.
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