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My s****r's Bottom

I’ve always been a ‘bum’ man. Not that I don’t appreciate the other soft and seductive parts of a woman’s body. I like firm and pert breasts and long shapely legs. A smooth, shaved cunt that opens like a flower when I part a woman’s thighs and is wet and ready to be fucked is pretty close to heaven. But for me there’s nothing quite as luxurious as a woman with a perfect rounded arse. Fit, firm, full and prominent cheeks, a teasing little valley between them and a lovely brown, star-like anal pucker just asking to be stroked and kissed – heaven! I don’t know if I was born with this passion for women’s backsides or if something in my c***dhood triggered it. If it was something - or somebody – I reckon it must have been my s****r Janie. She was four years older than me and pretty good looking. As she grew through her teenage years her figure filled out and her behind grew just a little bit fuller than the rest of her. It wasn’t big, although she’d frequently complain that it was. She just didn’t understand that most men don’t like skinny women. Sylph-like models might look great on a catwalk but in bed they’re downright uncomfortable! She always regarded me as her ‘much’ younger b*****r. She used the diminutive ‘Matty’ instead of my full name, Matthew. One major advantage of our age difference – from my point of view - was that she was comfortable walking round the house wearing very little clothing. Me being an awakening 12-year old and then a very horny teenager, I don’t ...

... think she realized that my long lingering gazes at her breasts and especially her full and beautiful backside when she’d pass me in the hallway wearing panties and a bra held more than curious innocence. They were the secret catalyst that fleshed out my masturbation fantasies and filled my wet dreams. Even then I had lustful thoughts of seeing her totally naked and being able to touch her sexy body. Of course I wouldn’t have known what to do with it back then. I took every opportunity I could to see her body. I used to sneak peeks at her through her partially open bedroom door, or in the bathroom. In the sports hall at school I used watch her bouncing breasts and mobile bottom encased in her tight athletic shorts and, during holiday’s at the beach, her bikini revealed almost, but not quite, everything my lustful heart desired. I’d add all these images to my mental collection along with some real pictures, sneaked from my parent’s photograph album, which I hid in a secret place in my bedroom - to be taken out and groaned over during my frequent wanking sessions . It wasn’t until my s****r left home for university and I’d started to date my first girlfriends that I found out that the reality was even better than the fantasies. My early sexual experience was all pretty conventional up to the age of 25 when I met a girl who was open to experimentation and I had my first anal sex. She enjoyed it as much as I did. I was amazed that she could have an orgasm when I fucked her behind ...