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Sweet Little Sister
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SWEET LITTLE SISTER
My younger sister Lois has a great body (38-24-37) in
contrast to my puny 34-25-36 measurments. I used to tell her
that she should have gone in for modeling. There have been
many times when we've seen each other naked. Once, I was in
the shower while she was putting on her makeup at the bathroom
sink. She was naked and I, forgetting she was there, came out
of the shower to get a towel. That was the first time it
happened and when I commented to her about trying to be a
model, she countered with a friendly compliment about my
"petite" figure, and how she wished her tits were small like
mine. I knew it was a lie, but I loved her for saying it.
Right now, though, with all that's happened, I'm not sure I
know how I feel about her anymore. But maybe I shouldn't blame
her at all. Maybe it's all Billy's fault.
Billy and I had been going together for about a month when
he met Lois. He and I weren't sure where our relationship was
headed, but we were pretty content with it, and had our share
of sexy times along the way. There'd been a lot of sloppy
kissing and heavy breathing (the breathing part was all
mine). He knew about the padding in my bra and the true size
of my breasts, since I let him feel me under the cups. After
that, it was me who undid my pants and guided his hand in
there so he could finger fuck me. I never got so hot and
worked up in all my life. After he drove me home, I had to
walk from the car to my front door bow legged, my panties were
so soaked and sticky. Even that time, though, we didn't go all
the way. He saw he had me coming good, and made a move to open
his pants. I could see the bulge behind his zipper, but even
so, I stopped him. Maybe it was kind of cruel, but I wasn't
ready for the relationship to go that far just yet. I wasn't a
virgin by any means, but I had scruples.
When I first introduced Billy to Lois, I saw instantly
that he found her extremely attractive. (Did she have to wear
the halter top and her cut off jeans that night?) She looked
like a sexpot. If I put my hand on Billy's crotch right then,
I'm sure I would have felt the biggest hard on a man could
have. I could see she was interested, too. She kept smiling
and making comments about the way she was dressed, saying that
she hoped he liked the color of the halter she was wearing,
when it was obvious it wasn't the material he was staring at.
I should have known right then.
About two weeks later, Billy called to cancel our date for
that night, saying he didn't feel well. Fool that I was, I
decided to go over to his place anyway. I guess I wanted to
prove something to him. That I cared, that I'd stand by him in
sickness or health. I don't know.
Billy lives in a ground floor apartment at the rear of the
building. The easiest access to his apartment is a rear door,
which is right next to Billy's bedroom window. I had my hand
on the knob, ready to go in, when I heard a moan coming from
the window. I thought he must really be sick to sound so
pained- until I realized that the moaning was too rhythmic, to
calm and contented to be pain. When I heard him moan the words
"Oh baby, do it, like that, oh yeah," I went right to the
window to see what was going on. The window was raised about
six inches. I reached in and quietly spread the slats of the
venetian blinds.
I was looking right at my sister's round naked ass. Her
cheeks were spread, exposing her brown asshole. An oily line
of vaginal juice dribbled from her cunt, leaving a small trail
from her crotch to her knee. She was horny as hell and, when
she moved to the side a bit, I could see she was contentedly
licking my boyfriend's swollen cock. I'd said that Billy's
hard on was big, but until then I had no idea of its actual
size. His thing was like a cop's billy club (no pun intended).
I was suprised to see that when Lois took it in her mouth, her
lips went right down to the hilt. Now I've given guys blowjobs
before, but that monster would have gagged me for sure. She
worked him expertly, fondling his balls all the while. Then,
she'd stop for a few minutes and, while she was kissing his
massive member to give him a chance to subside, she'd finger
herself into a heavy lather.
While keeping one hand inside the window so the venetian
blinds would stay open, I used the other hand to loosen my own
pants. My cunt was already drooling, watching my sister's
tounge and suck action. I worked my clit to a near climax,
crouching at the window, by the time Lois straddled my hunk
and positioned him at her hole. He slid in slowly, spreading
her twat so wide that she nearly screamed. By the time he was
all the way in her, I had two fingers pushed up inside of me,
and I was rocking on my heels to keep the rhythm going,
humping those fingers like mad. My two fingers were nothing in
comparison to what Lois was getting drilled into her. She was
sliding up and down his meaty shaft like a crazy woman,
groaning on the upswing, grunting as she came down, pushing
him all the way inside of her until his hammer hit home,
probably bumping her cervix. Boy, I thought, her box is going
to be sore tonight.
I closed the blinds and tried to fantasize that Billy's
mammoth wang was pushing in and out of me, while I fingered
myself. But I was too jealous of my sister and what she was
doing with my boyfriend, and feeling too sorry for myself to
really concentrate. When I did come, it was nothing to speak
of. No fireworks, no stars. And I still would be walking home
bow legged. All the discomfort, but little of the pleasure to
make it worthwhile.
I heard a gasp from the bedroom and I resumed my watching.
Lois was practically jumping, she was riding Billy so fast.
She was going like a hurricane and about to explode. When it
was done, she lay on top of Billy with him still inside of
her. They kissed while he continued to work away. In that
position, I had a clear view of him going in and sliding out,
all slimy and slick from my sister's cunt juices. After a few
moments he began pumping in and out, faster and faster, like a
piston in a revving engine. Lois gasped- his sudden speed had
got her coming again. Billy suddenly moaned like he was dying.
His white jism dribbled out of her distended cunt to mix with
her own horny juices on the bed sheet. When she whispered her
own horse, frantic "Oh my God, yes!" I knew it was all over.
Since then, I've caught Lois a few more times with Billy,
but have never confronted her about it. In a way, I find it
really erotic that my younger sister is getting it on with my
boyfriend. I hope she feels the same way when she introduces
me to her next boyfriend.
-Name and address withheld by request.
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