Siblings playing

When I got home, my sister was in the kitchen. She usually makes herself something to eat after school.
(Sometimes Mom makes it, but both Mom and Dad are at work, so it's usually just my sister and me at home before six.) I guess she enjoys cooking. She often makes things like chocolates or fudge for us.
"Want some?" she asked, licking the sauce off her hands.
"Sure," I said, grabbing a chair and sitting at the table.
My sister is a year younger than me. She's a good sister (at least I think so), and we get along well. Oh, we have our little arguments, but they're all trivial.
I watched her stirring the noodles by the stove and remembered what my best friends had said to me lately: "Your sister is so sexy!" When I hear that, I always tell them to shut up. Nobody should touch my sister! I don't allow anyone to look at her or think about her like that. Of course, I've never actually done that.
My sister, like my parents, is part of the family. You don't really pay attention to every member of your family because they're so close to you. You chat with them, talk to them, but you never really notice their presence.
I looked at her and realized something: although I've grown quite a bit taller over the years, so has my sister. She's now only about half a head shorter than me. Of course, we don't look that different; at least others can tell we're siblings at a glance. Our face shapes are similar, and our noses and mouths are quite alike.
It wasn't until now that I noticed how much she had changed over the years. She had her back to me, so I could admire her beautiful figure: her full hips covered by yellow shorts, and her shapely legs. Although she didn't mean it, she looked incredibly sexy standing there. Wow! In my memory, her legs were like bamboo poles!
My sister brought two plates of pasta to the table, and we sat facing each other, eating quietly for a while.
"Are you going to the game?" she asked, getting up to get some milk.
"Yeah," I replied. "And you?"
"I'm not going. I'm waiting for a call at home."
Just then, she bent down and brought me a glass of milk. I couldn't control myself: I followed her neck to her slightly open neckline. Between her breasts (covered by a white bra), I could clearly see her cleavage. My sister was really well-developed.
I found my face turning red. Had she noticed me peeping? Oh, how embarrassing.
She turned and walked out of the kitchen, and then I heard her going upstairs.
I told myself that it shouldn't be a problem to just look. Then, I banished all those wicked thoughts.
I went upstairs to my room and turned on the radio to listen to something. I must have accidentally fallen asleep, because when I woke up, I realized it was already seven o'clock! I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. I was going to miss the game! I
quickly passed through the kitchen, where my parents and sister were having dinner at the table. Seeing me head towards the back door, Mom called me back: "Sit down and eat something!" "Mom, I'm going to be late!" "No, you have to eat something at least." "I'll buy something to eat at the stadium," I said, walking out the door.
When I got home, my sister was lying on the recliner watching TV. I went over, moved her legs apart, and made room for
her to sit down. I rested my hands on my forehead and sprawled out in
the recliner. After listening to the laughter from the TV for a while, I sat up and started watching TV. That's when I noticed my sister had put her feet on my thighs. She went back to her previous position with her arms and legs outstretched; I guess I was blocking her way. I followed her legs, starting from her feet on my thighs, and looked up, seeing her calves, thighs, and then her yellow shorts. Her legs were slightly parted, and I could see the white panties under her shorts, outlining the shape of her vulva.
Her vulva?
My sister's?
What am I looking at? I quickly turned my gaze back to the TV.
"Damn it, sis!" I yelled. "Do you really have to put your feet on my lap?" My sister sat up, a hurt look on her pretty face. "What's wrong with me?" "Oh, sorry, it's not your fault." I put a hand on her shoulder. "I think I'm a little off." She put her hand on my shoulder in return for my hug. In that instant, I smelled a sweet scent from her hair.
"Lie back in the lounge chair, relax, watch some TV. You can lie behind me," she said.
My sister lay back down, but she shifted forward slightly, making room behind her.
Damn it! I thought, kicking off my shoes and lying down next to my sister. "
Where are Dad and Mom?" I asked casually.
"Oh, they went to some party, didn't say when they'd be back." Damn it, they always party all night! And then Dad won't be back until tomorrow morning, staggering in through the door. As I thought this, I peered over my sister's head at the television in front of me.
However, I couldn't concentrate. My sister had her back to me, and I kept staring at her. The curves of her hips and her slender waist were so alluring. Looking down, I could also see her breasts bulging beneath her clothes. Suddenly, I found my penis quickly becoming erect. I moved back slightly to avoid her noticing my penis pressing against her. How could I do this to my sister?
I tried again to focus on the television. But then I smelled the sweet scent of her hair, and another fragrance: my sister's natural scent. It wasn't perfume, but a natural, warm, comforting, girlish fragrance.
Now, my penis was as hard as a pipe.
Good heavens! I shouldn't feel anything, I told myself. She's my sister! I have feelings for her; I love her, I thought. I shouldn't have sexual desire for her; I had to protect her from this filth.
I gently wrapped my arms around her waist, and she gently placed her hand on my arm. It was just a normal expression of affection between siblings. Okay, it's alright. My hormones almost overwhelmed my reason.
I focused on watching TV, slowly calming myself down. But my sister kept shifting her body, her round buttocks constantly stimulating my penis, causing it, which had begun to soften, to slowly harden again.
Oh no! She'll feel it!! Will she feel it? Or has she already felt it? Is she so innocent as to not notice a man's erection pressing against her buttocks?
What will happen next? I racked my brains with my idiotic mind. Has she already noticed my arousal, and is she still enjoying it? God! I was so excited I started to tremble.
What is she thinking? What does she want? She couldn't possibly not have noticed. Does she want my penis?
I tried my best to observe her expression. She was staring intently at the television. Her expression was no different from usual.
I tried to back away a little more, but there was nowhere left to go. Oh my god! The feel of her smooth, shapely buttocks was wonderful! That soft yet firm sensation against my skin felt so good.
I moved my arm, which was wrapped around her waist, up a little so my hand was directly below her breasts. My palm could feel the outline of her bra, and my fingers could feel her soft nipples.
My sister didn't react. She just kept watching TV.
Was it okay for my hand to be there? Didn't she mind at all? Or was she simply unaware?
Her hand remained on my forearm. If she didn't want me to do this, she could easily push my hand away. Did
she know how I was touching her?
God! I was trembling with excitement! A thousand thoughts raced through my mind. I had to seize this opportunity, a golden opportunity, a terrifying opportunity! I needed to know what would happen next. If I let this opportunity slip away now, I would never know what she was thinking.
I mentally rehearsed what she would say, how she would react, and how I should (cautiously) respond. I placed my hand on her soft left breast, watching her face, catching any look of fear or surprise so I could react quickly if she showed disgust.
But nothing happened. She didn't move. She didn't even seem to notice! She just kept watching her TV. Was this real? Was this possible? I put my hand on a girl's breast and she didn't push it away?
Well, that's right! She's my sister, but she's a girl too! A living, breathing girl! And she lets me touch her as I please!
Her breasts were so soft yet firm, about the size of a softball. I could feel her slightly hard nipples under my palm. Through her clothes and bra, I began to gently caress her breasts and nipples.
Oh my god, it felt so wonderful! Such a warm and delicate sensation in my hands.
I longed for a more real touch!
My hand moved slowly down her body, loosening her clothes, slipping inside, and placing it on her stomach. My God, my sister's skin is so smooth! Just like a baby's. I ran my hand up her ribs, down to her bra, and slipped my hand under the elastic band, directly touching her warm, soft, seemingly fragile breasts.
I glanced at her; apart from the television, she still didn't seem to notice anything else. As I held her warm breasts, she remained staring straight ahead, her face expressionless.
What kind of game is this? How am I supposed to play? Are there rules? What's going on in her head? Is she enjoying it like I am? Or is she disgusted but too surprised to make a sound? I couldn't figure it out, but my mind was filled with desire, leaving no room for such thoughts.
I continued to knead, grab, stroke, and pat her sponge-soft breasts for quite some time, until her nipples began to harden. I realized my swollen penis was slowly, rhythmically, rubbing around her buttocks.
I had lost my mind; my head was blank. My body was consumed by lust, and all I wanted to know was
how far she could go with what I was doing.
I pulled my hand out of my sister's bra, caressing it down her flat, smooth stomach, away from her warm outer garment, to the outside of her yellow shorts, and down to her crotch. My hand was between her legs, gently rubbing and stroking her genitals, pulling her lower body back against my erect penis.
Then, I felt her put her hand back on my forearm.
That's right, I thought. She must be going to push my hand away and stop this.
But I was wrong. She just gently placed her hand on my arm. When I looked at her from the side, she didn't even blink. When I caressed that softest, most alluring secret place between her legs, she didn't react at all.
Damn, I thought, this is unbelievable! Even if this is a game, a game she's playing with me, it's too late for her to stop now. I pulled my hand from between her legs and (without thinking) slipped it inside her shorts from the front.
My palm could feel the skin of her lower abdomen, silky smooth, hot, and incredibly soft. My knuckles touched her panties, a sensual sensation. My hand continued to slide down inside her pants until my fingertips touched her soft pubic hair. It was a very sensual, very wonderful feeling. Her pubic hair, growing at the top of her pubic bone, was much softer than mine.
My hand was restricted by her panties, but I still tried to push my fingers down as far as possible to feel those truly sensitive, full labia, and those sparse pubic hairs. I gently caressed her there for a while, my body trembling slightly, from excitement, and from knowing that she would let me explore her most mysterious, most forbidden corner. I carefully slipped my fingers into the crevice between her labia, and was then overwhelmed by the wet, slippery feeling inside. My fingertips felt her clitoris.
As I touched it, I heard a soft gasp from my sister's throat. That was her first message to me.
I glanced at her face; she had her eyes closed and was gently biting her lower lip.
I rubbed her clitoris with my (now wet) fingers, and her gasps grew increasingly lewd. I noticed my sister had slightly parted her thighs so my hand had more room to move. I slipped my hand deeper into her panties. As the back of my hand felt her completely soaked panties, my middle finger was probing deep into her warm, moist opening.
I also noticed something else. The room was filled with a scent I had never smelled before. I couldn't quite place it, but exploring that most private place only heightened my excitement.
My finger slowly sank deeper, until it encountered resistance. It was my sister's hymen. I knew what it was (and I didn't want to ruin it), so I pulled my fingers back slightly, then focused my attention again, sliding my hand down inside my sister's panties until my fingertips touched her soft pubic hair and clitoris. I knew that touching that spot would feel good for her, so my wet fingers circled around that slightly hard little protrusion, round and round. I felt her constantly moving her lower body back and forth, responding to my caresses, sometimes reaching for my palm, sometimes pressing against my erect penis.
My sister's breathing became very heavy, and then she began to move her body actively, increasing the speed at which my hand rubbed against her vulva. It seemed that suddenly, control had shifted to her. I stopped moving, letting her rub her vulva against my fingers herself. I think she probably found it comfortable.
Suddenly, her body hardened, and she straightened her legs, clamping my hand tightly between her soft thighs and her already soaked crotch. An unusual sigh escaped her nostrils, and I suddenly realized: she had climaxed. And I was the one who brought her to orgasm! Thinking this (coupled with the constant rubbing of her buttocks against my hard penis), I almost ejaculated into my pants. I held her shapely body with my other hand, leaning her against me, allowing me to fuck her soft ass and reach my final climax.
She slumped in my arms for a moment, then pushed away my hand that was inside her pants and went back to her room.
I stood up from the recliner, pulled up my pants, and went to my sister's room, rushing to her side like a rocket. I reached between her spread legs, kneading her soft vulva in her panties, touching her plump labia and the warm, delicate slit between them.
"No!" My sister pulled my hand away and pushed it back to me. Her face was burning red.
I grabbed her shoulders, and she let me push her down onto the bed. I reached under her skirt and pulled her soft panties down to her legs, her face showing excited anticipation. The cotton panties were completely soaked.
Her genitals were completely exposed to me. It was the most attractive thing I had ever seen in my life. The pubic hair was only slightly curled and not very long. It didn't cover a large area, only from the pubic bone to the area between her legs. I could see the slit between her thick labia and the slightly protruding clitoris, like a small button.
I buried my head in her genitals and smelled the scent. I took a deep breath, and the strong, passionate aroma filled my nostrils. God! My hormones were starting to burn! I brought my face close to her pubic hair and began to kiss it. I kissed and kissed this beautiful thing, savoring its alluring taste. I began to kiss her moist slit hidden between two hairy labia. I felt her vulva pressed tightly against my lips, so I stuck out my tongue and licked it.
My sister's vagina was a little sweet, a little salty, and had a hint of lemon. I grasped her soft, baby-like buttocks and continued to kiss (and lick) her delicious and fragrant slit between her smooth legs. I tried to find the entrance to her door, so I pulled her robe up another foot and put one of her feet on the bed, opening the door to welcome me.
As I licked my sister, she gripped my shoulders tightly for support, her whole body trembling slightly, and she made the sweetest sounds from her throat. Never in my life had anything excited me as much as this. I wanted more!
"Lie down on the bed," I looked up at her and said in a slightly trembling voice.
My sister didn't say anything, but quickly did as I instructed. She lay on the bed, and I parted her legs slightly, pulling her robe up to her slender waist. I wasn't sure how far I was going to go with her. It wasn't just a momentary impulse anymore. I was trembling with pure lust.
I climbed halfway up the bed, next to her, so my face was directly facing my sister's genitals. I placed my hand on her warm spot, gently parting the slit.
I slipped my tongue between her soft labia, into the moist crevice, sucking and savoring the lemon-like scent emanating from her most private place. My sister made soft, fearful sounds from her throat, as if she was afraid of what I was doing. I knew she liked it, because of the sounds she made, and because she began to lift her genitals off the bed, bringing them close to me. It felt amazing!
I lifted my sister's legs over my head, fully exposing her genitals to me.
Now, her thighs were completely spread apart, and I was kneeling between them, facing her genitals. I gently parted her intricately structured vulva with my fingers, hidden beneath sparse pubic hair. I could clearly see her beautiful pink skin inside, and (beneath that protruding clitoris) the elegant vaginal opening, glistening with a moist sheen, slightly parted, enticing me to explore it, to taste it.
My sister suddenly reached out and covered her opening. I reached out and parted her hands, taking her hand and placing it on her vulva, then I buried my head between her parted legs and began to suck deeply into her vulva with my tongue. Her hand gripped mine tightly, and I heard her pause her breathing for a moment. As my tongue penetrated deeper, I saw her lower abdomen stiffen with intense contractions.
I explored her soft, smooth opening, discovering that the endless flow of her vaginal fluid was so sticky and sweet. I suddenly remembered a children's poem my mother often told us when we were little: "Sugar, spices, and other good tastes—are the ingredients of a little girl." Did the author of this poem also explore a girl in this way?
My sister gently placed her hand on my cheek.
"Don't do that there, brother," she seemed a little breathless, "it's too sensitive there." She guided my face upwards, allowing my tongue to touch the folds of skin near her clitoris. So my tongue began to circle around that soft, yet erect little button in the crevice of her vagina. Her fragrant pubic hair constantly stimulated my nose, making me simultaneously stimulated by her sexy scent and touch. Now, my sister's body vibrated and trembled with every movement of my tongue. I knew I had aroused her.
I was quite excited about having the ability to give her this pleasure. As I licked her, I began to take off my shorts. I didn't know what I would do to her next, but I wanted to possess her completely!
Just then, her body went completely stiff, just like on the recliner. She grabbed my hair tightly, pressing my head forcefully between her legs. My tongue went deep into her violently spasming vagina, and my cheek was pressed against her trembling thighs. As she climaxed, her lower body rubbed her vulva against my face. My tongue licked inside her, trying to bring her the most wonderful orgasm.
Then she suddenly went limp, lying there panting. I continued licking the wet, slippery folds of her vulva. Suddenly, something appeared in front of me; the tongue that had been licking my sister's vulva suddenly licked the back of her hand. My sister covered her vulva again and pushed my face away from between her legs.
I knelt up, panting heavily with excitement. My face was covered in my sister's fluids, and my huge, hard penis stood erect before me.
My sister's eyes were almost doubled; she sat up and stared at my penis for a long time with a curious, fearful look.
I started to climb on top of her, but she kept backing away. My penis grew harder and harder. I took off my jeans and underwear and gently pressed myself completely against her.
Oh my god! I felt the warmth, the tenderness, emanating from beneath me. I could feel her soft breasts pressed against my chest, and feel her heartbeat; at the same time, I could feel her rhythmic breath.
I held her tightly for a while, as if melting from that close, warm feeling. I brought my face close to her cheek, drawing her closer, greedily inhaling her sweet fragrance. I felt her pubic hair gently caressing my erect penis; and deep within her incredibly soft thighs, rested my bare buttocks.
My sister breathed heavily in my ear, kissing my cheek, while her hands busily stroked my heaving back. I looked up, gazing into her earnest, eager eyes.
Her eyes were filled with excitement and expectation. Now, there was no way to stop. My penis controlled my thoughts: it wanted her! It had never longed for her so much in its life! Gazing at that expectant expression before me, I wanted her too. I brought my face close to hers and gently kissed my sister's soft, full lips. As I kissed her, she closed her eyes and slightly parted her lips to welcome me. Instantly, my penis hardened three times over.
I continued kissing her, while my hand moved down between us, guiding the head of my penis to the outside of her warm, slightly parted vulva, to that smooth slit. My erect penis throbbed slightly in my hand, discovering that mysterious slit was open and attempting to possess it. I inserted it very slowly, because her virgin vagina offered some resistance. I had to use a little force, but because her vagina was already completely wet, I felt my sensitive little thing slowly and pleasantly thrusting deeper, and at this point I had no intention of stopping. The sexual urge within me was being released from my sex glands in an overwhelming torrent, completely unstoppable!
My penis pierced my sister's hymen, and her body suddenly stiffened. She sobbed softly and sucked on my mouth even harder. In that instant, I took my sister's virginity.
I carefully continued to thrust forward until the base of my penis touched her pubic mound.
Now, I was fully inside her. It felt so good. Her vagina was incredibly tight!
My penis had never received such pure stimulation from its own hand. Her vagina was so hot, so slippery, so narrow. I knew that my little brother must have been born for this place. I lay still for a while, holding her tightly and kissing her deeply. I felt my hard penis throbbing inside her, urging me to start thrusting. But I didn't want to cause her pain, nor did I want this beautiful moment to end so quickly (we had just become one). I didn't know how to describe to her how wonderful it felt inside her, as if we had already become one.
My sister spread her legs a little wider and raised one knee, bringing her lower body closer to me. I could feel her small, slightly firm pubic bone pressing against mine, and my glans penetrating deeper into her warm lower abdomen. I almost screamed from the stimulation; but I didn't. Instead, I sucked on her sweet little mouth and began to slowly penetrate my sister's beautiful, tight little hole. My sister wrapped her arms around me and began to meet my thrusts, rocking her hips up and down. I began to increase the speed of my thrusts. Soon, we were intertwined, rolling around, engaging in an obscene, forbidden sexual battle—right on my bed.
Each thrust brought a new surprise, a new stimulation, from my deeply buried penis.
Making love with a living girl was several times better than I had imagined (over the years).
I knew my sister was experiencing just as much stimulation as I was, because the panting from her nose constantly lingered around my face; because her little mouth was sucking on me even more forcefully than before; because her hips were swaying hungrily up and down, responding to my movements. She seemed to be trying to draw me into her body with her mouth and vagina, her vagina continuously spasming from orgasm, tightly sucking on my still-erect penis. When she reached her climax, she pressed herself against me even harder, forcing my penis even deeper into her secret place. This was beyond my capacity to bear. I could no longer control myself. I started to ejaculate. I really came! I could feel my penis throbbing violently, then intensely shooting wave after wave of thick, hot semen deep into my sister's womb.
[The End]

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