The Ritual

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  “Does what feel good?”

  “When you touch yourself.”

  “Um…”

  “It’s okay. I hear you over here sometimes. I asked Mom about it, and she said it was completely natural.”

  “You asked Mom about me touching myself?”

  “No, I asked her about me doing it.”

  “You touch yourself too?”

  “Yeah. A lot. That’s why I asked Mom. She said everyone does it.”

  “Really?”

  “That’s what she said. So does it feel good?”

  “Yeah.”

  “It feels good when I do it too.”

  “How do you… I mean… How do girls do it if they don’t have a…?”

  “A cock? Remember I told you about the clit? It’s like a little cock for girls. That’s where it feels best.”

  “Oh.”

  “Do you want to feel it?”

  “What?”

  “It’s hard right now. Do you want to see what it feels like?”

  “Are you sure that’s… okay?”

  “We’re not allowed to have sex. This isn’t sex.”

  “Oh.”

  “Do you want to then?”

  “Yeah, I guess.”

  She shifted, and it took me a moment to realize she was taking off her panties. When she got them off, she pressed back against me again and took hold of my hand as she lifted her upper leg. Pulling my hand down between her thighs, she placed my palm against the soft curls of her pubic mound, and my fingers against her hair-fringed slit.

  “Feel inside of me,” she said, her voice slightly strained.

  I did as she asked, pressing a single finger between her puffy outer lips, delving into the flesh between. I immediately encountered warm slickness.

  “Wow, you are wet,” I said.

  “Told you. Now slide your finger up a little. Slowly until you feel something hard.”

  I complied again, moving my finger up through her slit, feeling her slippery heat. Almost immediately I encountered a tight, swollen nub, right at the top of her pussy.

  “Is this it?” I said, rolling my fingertip over it.

  She groaned softly. “Yeah, that’s it. See how hard it is?”

  I continued to move my finger. “Yeah. Pretty neat.”

  She was silent, her body trembling as I explored with my finger.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  “Yeah, I’m okay. That just feels really, really good.”

  “It does?”

  “A lot better than when I touch it. Mmm.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  “I’m not sure. Uhhh.”

  She began to hunch her hips gently, pressing her pussy against my hand.

  “You’re hard,” she said, pressing her butt back against me.

  I realized she was right. In my fascination about touching her, I’d overlooked the fact that my cock had swelled to full stiffness, stretching out my briefs and pressing against her butt.

  “Sorry,” I said.

  “It’s okay. I kind of like it.” She pressed her butt against me again. “Keep touching me.”

  I realized that I’d stopped moving my finger when she pointed out my erection, so I started again, drawing soft circles around her clit.

  “Oooh, yeah,” she responded. “That’s nice.”

  “You’re so hot inside.”

  “Mmm.”

  She shifted slightly and reached back between us, sliding her hand between her butt and my dick. Then she curled her fingers around the middle of my shaft, gripping me through the cotton of my underwear.

  “Uhh,” I grunted from the sudden sensation.

  In the distance, we heard our mother cry out, followed almost immediately by our father.

  Rain began to pant as I joined in with a second finger, rubbing her engorged clit. I was beginning to understand what she meant when she said it was like a cock for girls. It was obvious she was enjoying this as much as I did when I rubbed my dick.

  Or maybe even more, since her hand around me felt so much better than when I did it. She was stroking me a little, moving her hand up and down a few inches as she gripped me.

  “Mmm, don’t stop,” she said, hunching her pussy against my fingers. She was even more slippery now, her juices coating our skin.

  “Yesss,” she panted. “Oh god, I’m gonna… I’m gonna… I’m…”

  Her body seemed to freeze for a split second, tense and coiled. Then she exploded, crying out softly as her body jerked and convulsed. I felt her pussy pulse hotly against my fingers, and she gripped my cock even tighter as she gasped and groaned.

  I kept my fingers moving, and she writhed and panted against me. Until finally she pulled her hand from my dick and reached down to push my fingers roughly away from her pussy, as if I were hurting her. I pulled back from her slightly, allowing her to gasp for air as I wondered what I’d done wrong.

  But after a minute, her breathing calmed and she snuggled back against me, pulling my arm back around her.

  “Are you okay?” I whispered.

  “Mmm, I feel amazing,” she replied, her voice slightly slurred.

  “You pushed me away.”

  “Relax, River. It just gets too sensitive for a girl to be touched down there after she comes. It wasn’t your fault.”

  “Oh.”

  “Your fingers felt incredible. Thank you.”

  I smiled, swelling with pride.

  She turned to face me. “Your turn.”

  “My turn for what?”

  She smiled. “Lie on your back.”

  “Why?”

  “Just do it.”

  I did as she asked, moving to my back with one shoulder pressed against the wall, and the other against her warm breast. But the touch was momentary, as she moved up and began pulling down my underwear.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Returning the favor.” She slid my briefs down and off my legs, and my erection sprang up stiff and hard, arching over my stomach in a solid curve.

  “Rain, you don’t have to–”

  “Just lie back and relax. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

  With that, she reached out and took hold of my dick, gripping it around the shaft and angling it up to vertical.

  “Uhh,” I groaned.

  “It’s so big,” she said as she began to stroke me, sliding the loose outer flesh up and down over the rigid inner core.

  “Ohhh.”

  Her other hand joined the first, her fingers not quite reaching all the way around as she slid them up and down. I groaned again from the rush of pleasure.

  After about a minute, she asked, “Does that feel good?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Are you going to spurt?”

  “Pretty soon.”

  “I want to watch.”

  I grunted a reply and she continued to stroke me, sliding her hands up and down. The tip of my dick oozed with slick juices, and she spread them around, making her hands feel even better. I could feel the pleasure building inside of me, and I closed my eyes to focus on it.

  “I don’t know how a cock this big is ever going to fit in a girl’s little pussy,” she said. “It certainly wouldn’t fit in mine.”

  I opened my eyes and stared up at her. “Yours?”

  She smiled softly. “Hypothetically.”

  She switched to one hand and moved up over me, bringing her face close to mine. Her hair hung down around my head, allowing me to see only her.

  “Is that what you’re thinking about while I’m touching you? Fucking some girl’s tight pussy?”

  I stared up at her, not believing she was talking like this.

  “Yes,” I replied, my voice hoarse.

  “Your big cock in her tight little cunt?”

  “Yes.”

  “God, I’m so wet again.”

  “Can I feel?”

  “Go ahead.”

  I moved my hand under h
er, up between her thighs to cup her soft mound again. Her pussy was sopping and slick as I pressed two fingers into her slit.

  “Mmm,” she grunted, and closed her eyes. I stared up at her beautiful face as I felt around in her pussy. I found her entrance and pressed a finger into it, only to be stopped by a thin barrier of flesh. There was a hole at the center, but I knew I couldn’t go any farther.

  “That’s my cherry,” she said, as if reading my mind.

  I probed against it, curiously exploring. “Do you think it’s going to hurt? Having sex for the first time?”

  “I don’t care. I just want to get it over with. I’m tired of waiting.”

  Something seemed to occur to her, and she lifted up slightly.

  “River?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Can I try something?”

  “What?”

  “Trust me, it’s going to feel good.”

  “Okay.”

  She sat up, causing my hand to slide from between her legs. Then she straddled my waist and rose up before pulling my cock to vertical again, placing the head at her pussy.

  “What are you doing?” I asked feeling a bit of alarm.

  “Relax, River.”

  She lowered slightly, and pressed the tip of my cock into her furrow, running it through her lips.

  “Rain!”

  “We’re not doing anything. I just want to see what it feels like.”

  “We can’t have sex.”

  “We’re not. It’s not sex unless it’s inside of me. And you’re not going past my cherry, so you’re not inside of me.”

  I watched as she continued to slide my cockhead through her slit, making everything slippery. Then she moved it down to the base of her pussy, right where I’d felt her barrier. She lodged half of my knob inside of her.

  “Rain!”

  “Shhhh. I just want to feel it.”

  I felt her weight settle down on me slightly, and my cockhead pressed against her barrier, stretching it a little.

  “Don’t!” I whispered urgently.

  “Relax, this is as far as we go. Does that feel good?”

  “Yeah, but–”

  “It’s almost like we’re fucking.” She began to bounce gently, causing my cock to press against her cherry, then relax, then press again, over and over.

  “Uhhh,” I groaned.

  “God, this feels so good,” she panted. I watched as she reached down and slid one finger into the top of her slit, rolling it over her clit.

  Her juices coated the knob of my cock, and our skin made a soft, wet sound as she moved on me. As my pleasure rose once again, my mindset switched from being afraid she was going to fuck me, to wanting to grab her hips and hold her in place as I drove my cock up into her, smashing through her cherry and discovering what it felt like to be in a girl’s pussy. Or in her tight little cunt, as my sister would put it.

  In my sister’s cunt.

  Is that what I wanted? To fuck Rain, the girl I’d known as my sister for the past eight years? I tried to push the idea from my head, but that was impossible to do while she was practically sitting on my cock, with just a thin membrane of flesh preventing us from committing an act of forbidden incest.

  “So good,” she murmured as she continued to move, raising and lowering her pussy on my swollen cockhead. Her finger quickened, making a wet wicking sound as she gave herself pleasure.

  “I’m getting close,” I announced.

  She opened her eyes and looked down at me. “Don’t spurt inside of me.”

  “Then you’d better stop, because I’m about to do that.”

  She thought for a moment, then lifted slightly, allowing my cock to spring back to arching over my stomach. The head gleamed with a mixture of our juices. She shifted, aligning her pussy with my dick and pressing down against it, trapping it between her soft slickness and my stomach. I felt her weight shift down against me, causing the front of my shaft to part her outer lips and press against her hot, slippery inner flesh.

  She began to hunch her hips, grinding her pussy against my dick, fucking me without fucking me.

  “How’s that?” she asked, placing her hands on my shoulders for balance.

  “Uhh, that feels good,” I groaned.

  “Yeah, it does,” she panted, and continued to move. My pleasure began to rise again.

  Her fingernails dug into my shoulders as her hips jerked forward and back. From my position, I got a close-up view of her breasts as they bounced and quivered right in front of my face.

  She must’ve seen me looking, because she said, “Go ahead.”

  I looked up at her. “What do you mean?”

  “I can see you want to. Go ahead and suck them.”

  My eyebrows rose, but it only took me a few seconds to accept her offer. Craning my neck, I lifted my head and closed my lips around one of her stiff nipples. She groaned from my touch.

  I pulled the nipple into my mouth with suction and flicked at it with my tongue. My lips pressed against her bumpy areola and she picked up speed with her pussy, whipping it forward and back over the length of my stiff cock. Each time she pressed forward, her clit slid over the sensitive front of my cockhead, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.

  After a minute I allowed her swollen nipple to escape my lips as I moved to the other, giving it the same treatment. I could feel the pleasure tightening inside of me, building as I neared the breaking point.

  “Yesss,” she hissed. “Suck my tit. God, it feels so good.”

  I nipped at her engorged point with my teeth, sucking at the swollen flesh. We both began to pant as we neared the end.

  She got there first, pressing her face into my neck to stifle her groans as she went over the edge. Her body jolted and convulsed on top of me, and I felt her pussy throb hotly against my erection.

  It was enough to send me over too, and I grunted out my pleasure as my cock pulsed and began to shoot rapid fire jets of semen between our stomachs. I held her tightly in my arms as we shuddered together, our climaxes rolling on and on until they finally ebbed.

  After a long moment, she relaxed down on top of me, and I settled back onto the mattress, my arms protectively around her. She rested her cheek on my chest as we both caught our breaths. I caressed her back and combed my fingers through her hair. My cock softened against her.

  After a minute or two, she lifted up and looked down between us.

  “You made a mess.”

  I grinned as I lifted my head to look. My cum was smeared all over both of our stomachs, making our skin glisten.

  “Sorry,” I said, smiling.

  She leaned her head down, and to my surprise, licked up over my stomach, from my navel to between my nipples. Then she lifted her head and pulled her tongue back into her mouth, pausing as if to study the taste.

  “Rain!”

  She smiled. “What?”

  “You just tasted my cum.”

  “I know. And it tastes great. I’ve heard the other girls talk about it, and I wanted to try it for myself.”

  “You shouldn’t be doing that.”

  She giggled. “I think we just did a few things we shouldn’t be doing.”

  She had a point there. “But still, tasting my cum?”

  Her smile remained. “Maybe next time, I’ll taste it directly.”

  “Next time?”

  “River. We’re not allowed to fuck. That doesn’t mean we can’t do other stuff. Are you saying you don’t want my mouth on you?”

  “Um…”

  She grinned. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  She relaxed down onto me again, resting the side of her face against my shoulder.

  “We should get some sleep,” she said softly. “Big day tomorrow.”

  “Rain?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I’m a little scared about the Ritual, but I’m so glad you’re going to be there with me.”

  She lifted her head and smiled at me. “I feel the same way. Especially after
what we just did.”

  “Yeah.”

  She leaned up and kissed me on the corner of the mouth. “Good night, brother.”

  “Good night, Rain.”

  Chapter 7

  When I awoke the next morning, Rain was back on her own mattress and asleep. For some reason, I was a little disappointed about not waking up next to her. But I guess she didn’t want Mom or Dad walking in and discovering us sleeping naked together.

  I got up and put my underwear and shorts back on before heading down to the communal shower to wash up for the day. There already seemed to be a buzz around the commune, which was usual for the day of the Ritual. The shower area was unisex, so there were an equal number of naked women around me as men.

  I’d just finished showering and was walking out to the changing area, when I almost ran into Father Yod coming into the shower. We both stopped and looked at each other.

  “Good morning, River,” Father Yod said, giving me a smile. “Are you excited for this evening?”

  “Of course,” I replied. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”

  His smile widened. “Good. You’re going to enjoy it, I promise. And I’m looking forward to welcoming you to full membership in Haven. And your sister Rain also. What a beautiful young woman she is.”

  I nodded and smiled, wondering what he meant by that. Father Yod already had thirteen wives, some of them among the most beautiful women at Haven. Was he looking to add my sister as another? None of the women were forced to marry him, but it was said his charm was hard to resist.

  Maybe that had a little to do with his cock, which was on display before me, since he’d been heading into the shower. It even dwarfed mine, and it was said it would stay hard all night. With thirteen wives, he had so many children I’d lost count, and at least a few of his wives were pregnant at any given time.

  Although I liked and respected the Father, I didn’t enjoy the thought of this nearly sixty-year-old man lying on top of my sister with his huge cock stuffed into her. Actually, the thought of anyone fucking her was kind of disturbing, not just Father Yod. I guess being her brother made me protective of her that way.

  “River,” Father Yod said, “are you happy here at Haven?”

  I gave him a curious look. “Of course. I love it here. Why are you asking?”

  “Nothing specific about you. It’s just that in the past year, several of our younger members have decided to leave once they came of age.”