This time, while I drink the fluid she has squirted, Liz showers me with the content of her compromised bladder. I forget the bitter taste of the change in our life I have tasted from her, and raise my head to look at her.
It takes her a while, but she calms down, and her chest stops heaving violently.
"You! Why did you do that?"
We look at each other between her large breasts, and I smile at her:
"Because you needed a release, sis."
She keeps looking at me and I elaborate:
"It is just the two of us now, sis. Dad, mom, grandpa, grandma. We have no one else, and I can't let you bear everything alone."
Liz looks at me for a while, then turns her head to the side to hide the fog coming to cover her eyes.
I smile, and wipe my face with the blanket. Then my smile turns a little proud when I see the result of my actions. I glance at Liz, and kiss her lower lips one last time.
A tremor runs through her, and her legs shake in a struggle between remaining open or closing.
With a smile, I climb over Liz, and rest with most of my body on her. My head is on her chest where I feel her heart beating fast. Combined with the bright light in the room, the atmosphere becomes comfortable.
I squint my eyes, and my mind wanders to a vague shadow in my mind, the sensation of sex as a man. I don't know if I should say that I am fortunate, but it seems like I did not die a virgin in the last I'm getting echoes of. Thus I can compare, and I can say as a woman, sex is different.
Well, I'm a girl, for now, but that doesn't really matter.
Many thoughts of comparisons like that flit through my mind until I'm brought back to reality by a touch on my head, just at the edge of my hair.
"Sis!"
I raise my head with a frown, because, well, where Liz is kissing me has not been spared by the shower she has given me.
But she ignores me. She kisses me on the cheek, then on the neck. She descends to my chest, and my heart starts racing. It seems I'm getting a return on investment, but when she takes my breast in her mouth, I cannot think straight anymore.
I'm less than half her size, maybe less than a third even. I don't want to think too much, because I don't want to lose my confidence and my hope for the future. Nevertheless, when she takes my breast, she basically swallows half of it, areola and nipple included.
The warmth, the humidity, the touch of her tongue swimming over my breast…
When she raises her head, she imitates what I did to her. She doesn't simply let go, she runs her teeth over my small piece of flesh, and it is like she is scraping over all my pleasure nerves.
"LIZ~!"
It is my turn to hold a head full of soft hair over my chest. My nipples have never been so hard, and below, I let out liquid that goes on to contribute to dirtying the blanket of the room we have occupied for less than an hour.
But I seem to have made a mistake. Liz cannot leave my chest, and she bites on my nipple more strongly, bringing me a mixture of pain and pleasure that shakes me.
I lose the strength to hold her, and my heart pounds. It is like a punishment for my challenge of her decade more of experience.
She takes care of my second breast while I have no more strength to keep her in check. It is when she peppers me with kisses over my soft stomach that I come back to life.
When she kisses my mons, my muscles tighten up in preparation. Not even the pain from my wounded leg can stop the pleasure that spreads and overpowers my sanity.
Liz does not dominate my clit crudely like I did to her. She searches mine where its home is, takes it in her mouth slowly, and with her tongue, gets it acquainted with its purpose in life.
I open my mouth, but I don't think I cried. My mind is blank, and the ceiling suddenly seems white like blank paper. I try to jump, but Liz keeps me down, and assaults my lips.
Mine are more tight and closed. She slowly pry them open, and run her tongue over the treasure hidden underneath, before she explores the sides.
I can't even react. I can only let Liz do as she pleases. She thoroughly warms me up for another round after the previous peaks, before she slowly, very slowly, pushes her tongue inside me.
I have the illusion that she will keep going until I am stuffed full. When I raise my hip to welcome her, she pulls back, then comes in, then pulls back, then comes in…
The rhythm of her movement dominates my hips and makes them follow her orders. Her hands snake upward, and they take hold of my breasts.
It is like she gripped my lungs, because I suddenly can't breathe, because her tongue has never stopped. Not only has it not stopped, its movement has stopped being straightforward.
She squeezes my small breasts while keeping me spread wide, sucking me, licking me, scraping my inside, and eating my clit.
I suddenly move my hands to hold hers on my breasts because she suddenly squeezes me, like she wants me to produce a geyser of milk. I hold her, but I can't stop her from pinching my nipples in the end, and pulling, before vacuuming my pussy.
If this is a competition, then I give up. I accept I'm defeated. My pussy flares up and comes to life, and it moves like it has a consciousness of its own. I am thankful I don't have any milk in my breasts, because had that been the case, I'm certain I would have fallen into a catatonic state.
At this moment, the only things I can feel are the squeezed lumps of meat on my chest, and the warmth that has dismantled me below.
The emptiness the warmth below is sucking at and the pleasure from my breasts keep my svelte form still until I finally come back, and I let out the most sensual exhale ever. It is a breath of pleasure, of relief, and of regret that it is over.
"Haaaa~!!!"
I stand by what I said before. Sex as a woman is really different, and I'm happy I have been born a woman in this life.
My parents, they have done a good job. I let out one last squirt into Liz's mouth to assert that when I feel her leaking lubricants onto my toes which has touched her pussy after I let my leg slide down, and I wait for my heart to calm down.