Homemade Psychoanalysis

And yet, the doorbell rang unexpectedly. I thought I heard a car braking near the house and footsteps approaching the porch, yet the bell still caught me off guard. I went to open the door.

— Hi!" my sister said with a smile as she entered the house. "You haven't gone completely feral in your self-imposed solitude yet, have you?

— Why 'self-imposed'?" I asked, returning the kiss on her cheek.

— Because real solitude is when everyone has died and you're left alone to go on living. But with you, thank God, everyone's alive!

— What a comparison!" I chuckled.

— Anyway, brother, enough moping. Let's have a drink and chat. I

didn't come all this way just to look at your sour face."

I helped my sister take off her coat, picked up the bags she brought, and gestured for her to go into the living room... For the last six months, I had been living in this country house. The reason for my voluntary seclusion was my divorce. For some it might be easier, but for me it was tough; a kind of lingering depression had set in. In the end, I decided to live far away from everyone. I hardly ever went into the city and, as a rule, didn't invite guests. By the age of thirty, I had a small but well-established business that reliably brought in income. So I could afford prolonged idleness without financial strain. From time to time, like today, my sister would visit—the only person whose presence didn't irritate me. But even she couldn't break through my apathetic indifference...

We settled on the carpet by the fireplace. We drank to our meeting and to the Christmas that had just passed. My sister shared the latest news about relatives and mutual acquaintances. Then the conversation shifted to philosophical topics. Periodically, Irina tried to steer the talk to discussing me, but I avoided that topic in every way possible...

Suddenly, her mobile phone rang.

— Yes, darling!" my sister answered the call. "No, everything's fine. We're sitting, drinking brandy, talking... Vadik says hi!" she tossed briefly in my direction.

Vadik is her husband, a guy about her age. He's not a bad person in principle, but for some reason, I never felt the desire to befriend him.

— Tell him hi back," I grumbled.

— He says hi to you too!" Irina returned to her interlocutor. "I don't know yet... Listen, I don't see my brother that often to limit myself to half-hour visits... Vadik, I'll call you when I'm about to leave. At worst, I'll spend the night here and come back in the morning. I hope they'll allocate me some rug in the entryway," a mischievous glance shot in my direction. "Okay, that's all, love you!

The carelessly tossed mobile phone plopped onto the carpet.

— So, do you have any rugs available?" my sister put on an innocent look.

— Why a rug?! We can find a personal closet!" I smiled back at her.

— Well then, I propose we drink to that!

I reached for the bottle and discovered we had already emptied it. I had to go to the bar for a new one.

— Why didn't you tell him right away that you're staying?" I asked, pouring the brandy.

— So he doesn't get too comfortable!

— Is he being overbearing?

— Generally, no. But a little prevention never hurts!

I knew she occasionally put him in his place quite seriously.

— What shall we drink to?" I let her choose the toast.

— Let's drink to you regaining your interest in women!" her toast definitely caught me off guard.

I snorted but drank.

— What are you snorting about!?! Are you really not interested at all? You're still far from impotence... How can this leave a normal man indifferent!?!

With her last words, my sister nimbly got on all fours and masterfully arched her back, advantageously emphasizing every detail of her figure. The sparkle in her eyes and the slight blush on her cheeks invisibly complemented the enchanting picture. I couldn't help but admire her. And then, with horror, I felt a sweet languor roll through my groin. For me, this was a complete surprise.

Meanwhile, Irina began to pace around me, each time striking poses no less seductive. It was noticeable that she was amused by the expression of stupor on my face.

— How can this not be interesting!?" she looked at me slyly.

I tried to catch her by the shoulder to end this courtesan's march, but Ira took another step and my palm landed precisely on her buttock. We both froze, looking into each other's eyes. From the contact, my groin was again attacked by pleasant sensations. Realizing the joke might go too far, I gathered my strength to pull away, but at that moment my sister covered my hand with hers and guided it down her thigh, moving it to the inner side. And now my groin exploded. The remnants of reason were rapidly displaced by arousal. Meanwhile, Ira, having brought my palm to its destination, lightly pressed it against her crotch. Even through the denim, I felt the moist warmth emanating from there.

But my sister didn't stop there. Reaching out her hand, she touched the bulge in my pants with her fingertips and lightly stroked it.

— Well, well!" she exhaled slightly hoarsely. "And you said you weren't interested.

With a deft movement, pushing her hand under the waistband of my sweatpants, Ira grasped the shaft of my erect cock. It was as if a million needles pleasantly pricked my lower abdomen. My soft moan wordlessly told her about the sensations. Pumping her fist a few times back and forth, my sister slightly pulled down my pants, freeing my manhood, and, dipping forward a little, ran her tongue along its entire length. My brain switched off from the sweet languor. Only Desire remained.

No longer able to fight it, I moved my hand forward, unbuttoned her jeans, pulled them off, and tossed them aside. I never thought my sister had such a magnificent ass. Approaching, I massaged her buttocks with my hands, then ran my tongue over her panties along her crotch. My hearing caught Ira's muffled moan. She wasn't wasting time either, captivating my cock with her mouth: now swallowing it whole, now leaving only the head in her lips. The madness continued!

I tried to keep up with my sister and caressed her pussy through the fabric of her panties. But the prolonged abstinence couldn't help but show. After a few moments, I felt I could no longer hold back. Ira apparently understood this too, as her caresses became more active. I moaned loudly at the onset of orgasm. But the abundant eruption of semen didn't make her release my cock from her mouth. Swallowing everything that flowed out of me, my sister continued to suck actively, as if breathing new life into it. I was surprised to feel that my cock, which had begun to wilt, suddenly began to regain strength again. Ira was clearly a sorceress, because before I always needed a break after orgasm to regain strength. Now only a minute had passed, and I was ready for battle again!

— Now it's your turn to make a girl happy!" she finally released the organ from her skillful mouth.

No decoding of the phrase was needed. I understood what she was waiting for. Kicking off the sweatpants that were hindering my ankles, positioning myself behind her, moving the strip of her thong aside on her buttock, and entering her was a matter of moments. My sister's moan sounded like gratitude. Grasping her buttocks, I began to slide into her depths with measured thrusts. The periphery of my brain still registered that I was fucking not just anyone, but my own sister, and this added a sharpness to the sensations.

We never got around to taking off her blouse, so my gaze, in search of a naked part of her body, focused on Irina's buttocks. I had rarely seen such a pretty ass on anyone. Moving my hands to the hemispheres, I slightly spread them. The view revealed a brownish ring of anus. It looked so enchanting that I involuntarily wet my finger with saliva and began to make circular movements along the edges of the sphincter, sometimes pressing on the center.

My sister's moans intensified, but she made no attempt to pull away. By the way, my ex-wife always sharply stopped such caresses. The fact that Ira accepted them spurred me to go further. Without stopping the movements of my cock in her depths, I wet my finger again and inserted it a third of the way into her anus. Then I began to make barely noticeable movements with it. Surprisingly, it seemed my sister yielded to me. It gave me unimaginable pleasure to fuck her depths and stimulate her anus. But I wanted more.

After a few more thrusts, I completely withdrew from her. I wet my fingers with her vaginal juices and applied the natural lubricant to the ring of her back entrance. If Ira had stopped me, I would have returned to vaginal penetration. But she only arched her back even more, as if inviting me in...

— O-oh, how good... Come on, darling!.. How sweet it is!!!

I was already impaling Ira onto the full length of my organ. The already fast pace became even faster. My sister suddenly froze for a moment, and then a growl erupted from her chest:

— U-u-u-u-u!!!

With my cock, I felt through the wall of her anus how her vagina contracted from the convulsions of orgasm. Irina's back arched even more, an endless cry of satisfaction spread through the room. This brought my arousal to its peak. I accelerated my thrusts and... my vision began to darken from the oncoming finish. I had never experienced such strong orgasms. Feeling the semen flowing right into my sister, a sensation arose that along with it, the remnants of my strength were flowing out, because with each second my body grew weaker. Without withdrawing from Ira, I collapsed right on top of her, pinning the girl to the floor.

I don't know how much time passed before my sister stirred beneath me; it seemed like an eternity... Reason was regaining its dominant position. My mind raced between two thoughts: "What have we done?" and "What do we do now?"... Ira turned onto her side. We looked into each other's eyes for a long time.

— I can see in your eyes that you're eager to take the blame," she smiled almost imperceptibly. "But honestly, don't.

— But this isn't exactly normal!" I tried to object.

— You know, if we were at some party, high on coke, and started fucking, I'd agree with you. But in this case, it's more for treatment than for debauchery. So to speak, a practical variety of psychoanalysis.

— Some analysis we did!!

— Of course, I didn't plan for it to go this far, but there's no point in regretting it. Now I see you're not the impotent you were pretending to be," my sister looked at me slyly.

— I wasn't pretending, I just said I'm not interested in that area right now," I lowered my gaze.

— I noticed!" Ira giggled. "Managed to fuck every hole!

Suddenly, her mobile came to life. Glancing at the display, my sister answered the call as if reluctantly:

— Yes... Still sitting here... Most likely I'll stay here, I'll be back in the morning... Yes, okay... Love you too...

Putting the mobile aside, Ira looked at me. Mischievous sparks played in her eyes again.

— So, patient, bring more brandy, we need to check the effectiveness of the treatment," she put on a serious expression.

I wanted to object, but a nascent wave of new desire carried me to the bar. After all, it's better not to argue with the doctor...