Kinktober 2024 - Incest

"I'm telling you; I really suck at this..."

"Oh, stop. You do not."

Marcy and Lissa, both cats, are in the middle of a conversation in the latter's bedroom. The former had nowhere else to go to discuss such an embarrassing topic.

"Then why did I strike out? It feels like the moment I went down on her, the mood shifted."

"Maybe you two just didn't click. It doesn't mean you're terrible in bed."

"Oh yes it does! She was just too nice to say it..."

"That's it. We're going to prove this right now."

Lissa stands straight up and walks right in front of her. She suddenly drops both her pants and her undergarment without warning.

"Sis," Marcy exclaims.

"What," Lissa shrugs off. "Sure, it's been a few years, but nothing is stopping us from experimenting. Besides, it's my apartment. I have no roommates. My door is locked. The curtains are closed. No one is going to barge in here."

"Alright alright. Just don't sugarcoat it, ok? I want the *honest truth* on this."

"Of course, of course," her sister assures. "Just be sure to do it like you did it to her. As close as possible."

Marcy gets on her knees and plants her face in her sister's pussy. She starts slowly by lapping her tongue against Lissa's pussy-lips, giving long and delayed strokes. Her sister lets out a long sigh.

"See," Lissa assures. "You're not bad. You're already m-making my lips q-quiver~..."

The pussy-eater starts to pick up pace after the tenth stroke. Her tongue laps at Lissa's vagina as if she was drinking out of a clean oasis. Marcy can already taste her sister's fresh juices.

"Y-You know how to maint*aaaaa*in a good p***aaaaaaa***ce...!"

She goes for the finale as she sticks her tongue inside and presses her mouth right against Lissa's cunt. Her sister nearly loses her balance. She ends up gripping the edge of her bed behind her to stay steady.

"Nnngh, ah fuck! I'm gonna...!"

Lissa releases a torrent in Marcy's mouth. The cuntsucker continues to fondle with her tongue even as feminine liquids splash all over her lips.

As Marcy pulls out, Lissa lets herself collapse on the bed.

"For real? She doesn't know what she's missing. That can't be... phew... That can't be it."

"For sure," Marcy asks while wiping her mouth. "No playing nice?"

"Cross my heart, sis."

"Then I don't get it. What did--"

*Bzzt! Bzzt!*

Marcy's phone vibrates in her handbag. She goes over to check. When she sees a message and who's it from, she frantically pulls out.

"Who is it? Is it..."

"Yes yes, it's her," Marcy exclaims. She's already texting at lightning speeds while she continues. "She wants a second date! Oh fuck, she wants to discuss this in person over coffee too!"

As the now-hopeful cat gathers her things, she double-and-triple-checks everything. She starts to get anxious.

"There's a bottle of mouthwash under the sink."

"*THANK* you," she replies before dashing into the bathroom. Lissa chuckles.

"I knew she'd score," she whispers to herself. "No woman is going to say no to a second date if that's how she does oral.

She pauses for a second before continuing. "We're so experimenting again after this, sis~"