Solace - S01 E15

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Solace - S01 E15

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 15

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True to her word Cora didn’t confront Mom about the situation or tell anybody else what was going on. Meanwhile, Mom seemed to really enjoy the escalation in our relationship. Unlike in the past, when she would wait for a while between visits to my room, Mom was back that very night. No words were spoken, but the door was barely closed before her bottoms were off and she was sitting on my face. I nearly drowned in her juices but it was all worth it to shoot my load down her gulping, thirsty throat.

She came every couple nights after that. Sometimes she’d have me eat her out until she passed out from cumming. Other times, she’d service my dick, balls, and taint like a starving woman suddenly finding a three-course meal. Usually we’d 69, sharing pleasure with a sense of loving mutuality that I’d never experienced before. Within days I’d completely forgotten that a girl named Jade had ever existed. There was such satisfaction in learning my mother’s anatomy down to the smallest detail. Every ripple and fold unfurled itself for me without a hint of shame. I loved the way Mom moaned every time I found a sensitive new spot. Soon we could play each other’s bodies like finely tuned instruments. It was sexual bliss.

Cora knew about most of it. Now that she’d found out I was way less worried about making too much noise, and Mom was never good at managing her volume in the throes of passion. On a surprising number of those nights when my head was not firmly grasped between my mother’s thighs, my entire universe contracted to her sensitive clitoris and grasping birth canal, I’d catch my door opening a crack during our play. Cora would watch us at our fun, and if my guess was correct she was usually touching herself. I probably should have responded differently to it, but by that point I was too far gone. The idea that my little sister was in the hallway plunging her fingers into her juicy pussy while our mother gargled my testicles, licked my asshole, and took my cock down her esophagus was extremely exciting.

That’s not to say I was totally unconcerned by my sister. I was aware that my escapades with Mom meant Cora was less able to spend the night in my room, and a certain pensiveness came to characterize her behavior. Melancholy wasn’t quite the right word, but every time I tried to talk to my sister about it she blew me off. She was chewing on something, and while I wanted to help her as much as I could, I knew she’d come to me in her own time if she needed me.

And one night, come to me she did.

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It was only a couple weeks later when Cora made her move. And she did it surprisingly early in the evening. Mom had a big work presentation the next day, which meant she wasn’t going to stay up late with me. By 10pm she’d taken a couple of sleeping pills and gone off to bed, leaving the two of us effectively alone. We watched a little bit of TV together, but I wasn’t interested in staying up all night either so just over an hour after Mom went down I called it a night too.

“You mind if I spend the night in your room?” Cora asked as I got up from the couch, “We both know Mom won’t be joining you, and I kind of miss it.”

Call me easy to manipulate, but my heart melted. “Yeah, of course Cora.” I said, tousling her hair, “I’ll leave the lamp on for you, come join me whenever you’re ready.”

Cora smiled sweetly and nodded. We both headed off for our nightly routines. Being a guy I was, of course, done far sooner than she was, so as promised I left my bedside lamp on and just kind of lay in bed half-dozing. That’s why I didn’t initially notice when Cora slipped into my room. I came awake, however, when I heard the door close and it’s lock click into place. Through half-lidded eyes I looked over at my sister standing by the doorway. After a double take, those eyes nearly popped out of my head.

Cora was not wearing her usual sleepwear. Instead, she was clad in a sheer, extremely scanty pink nightgown. Every detail of her body was visible to me. The garment had a deep, plunging neckline that exposed most of her breasts. It’s hemline went low enough to cover her crotch and no further. Even so, my sister’s body was still on display through the diaphanous material. Her flushed, puffy nipples were fully visible, the illusion of coverage only making them more alluring. So too were the curves of her waist, her adorable little bellybutton, even the swell of her hip-bones bracketing her flat, taut stomach. As if to pretend modesty, I noted she was in fact wearing panties, but these did almost nothing to hide the goods. Even seeing her from the front I could tell it was a thong (pink, clearly a match for the nightgown), and while the straps sat somewhat high over her hips the actual coverage started quite low. Most of the panties were also see-through, giving me an eyeful of carefully manicured landing strip and the swell of mons pubis. Directly between her legs was the only opaque part of her attire, theoretically covering her actual slit but sitting tight enough that a cameltoe was perfectly visible.

A better brother would have objected to this outfit upon the first glance. I merely stared slackjawed. So enthralled was I with my sister’s tight young body that I almost missed the satisfied smirk that rolled over her face on seeing my reaction. Before I had time to wipe the drool from my mouth Cora had walked across the room, flicking out the lamp and climbing under the covers with me. This was unusual. Normally she didn’t actually share the bed with me. I knew what this development portended, and was just able to pull myself together enough to try and pump the brakes.

“What’re you doing?” I asked. It came out less the pointed rhetorical question I intended and more a helpless croak. In that moment, I knew I was fucked. I was going to let Cora do whatever she wanted with me.

“I’m getting in with you, dummy. Now move over and make some space.” I could only follow my sister’s instructions. I slid closer to the wall and made room under the covers for her to join me. She snuggled in without hesitation, not merely lying next to me but wrapping her arms around my torso and pulling herself in close. She and Mom were really cut from the same cloth, the last functional part of my brain noted.

“I’m not sure about this…” I said. Cora put a finger to my lips.

“Oh hush, it’s fine. I want it. Plus, you let Mom do it. If it’s good enough for her why not for me? Do you hate me or something?” Cora was trying her best to sound confident, but in that final question I could hear her voice break slightly. She had said it in a half-joking way, but I could tell it cut to the heart of something deep inside her. She was really worried, that the closeness Mom and I had developed was designed to exclude her. That my love for her was all a show, and really I didn’t feel it. That she was an afterthought, a third wheel, something lesser in my affections. It immediately changed my view of the situation.