Buddy's little sister - Sex Stories

Buddy's little sister

... good share of the medium to easy ones. “More than Robby?” she asked. I snorted. “Hell ya!” Rob was a bit more timid, polite maybe. He would never take advantage of a drunk coed at a party or tell a girl he was really into her just to get laid. Me? Maybe. “Will you show me how?” “How what?” I gulped. “How to have sex. I’m a Virgin,” she added unnecessarily. “well ya…” I was kinda stunned; her sudden forwardness caught me off guard. I was actually responding to the virgin thing. There’s no way a girl that age has had sex yet. I sort of couldn’t imagine it. “Of course you’re a virgin, you’re 11” “13! Mostly.” I was having a hard time finding something to say, realizing what she’d just asked me to do. I was watching her breathe in that loose sweatshirt, looking into those bright eyes flashing at me. “So will you show me about sex?” “um…” I was feeling the whiskey and the intense attention from this young girl as a buzzing in my head. I felt myself leaning in towards her. “Do you think I’m hot?” She tossed her hair up with her hands and posed, twisting like a model in a photo shoot. I pulled myself back a little. “Ya Ginger, you’re hot! You looked really sexy in your red panties. I got pretty interested. It’s why I came down to your room.” She beamed and rolled her eyes to the ceiling like the little girl she was, then breathing deeply she stared into my eyes. “So do you want to?” “What?” I needed her to say it again. “Do you want to show me how to fuck?” She kept pressing. “Do ...

... you want to put your penis inside me?” There was definitely some stiffening going on down there. I was staring at her mouth, her chin and neck, the loose collar of her sweat shirt over her chest, her collar bone. “Ya… Ginger.” She scooted closer to me on the bed. “Where do we start?” The booze, the blood rushing, the intensity of her childish face gazing eagerly at me drove my thoughts away from pressing my lips to her candy pink ones and right into my hands. I had to touch this little package of sexy. My hand reached right for her leg and felt it firm and supple through her pajama bottoms. I slid up directly to her crotch and she jumped a little, sucking air in through her teeth. The material felt impossibly thin and I could feel immediately she wasn’t wearing panties by the exquisite softness of her pussy lips. I petted it gently, like stroking a butterfly. Ginger’s body moved toward me and she pushed her crotch into my hand. “Do you have a crush on me?” I asked as her face drew closer. “Oh god yes, always!” She bumped her cheek into my cheek. “I used to make Barbie and Ken kiss and pretend it was you,” she said into my ear. She turned her face to me and I went for her mouth, wrapping her pink petal lips in mine. Her hands went up to my chest and flattened against me. We stayed stuck together at the lips until I brought my non crotch hand up to her neck and eased her down onto the bed, laying beside her and diving back into our kiss. Her little tongue had learned to flick ...