Sister's Mistake - Sex Stories

Sister's Mistake

... his touch was very gentle and exciting. When his lips closed around her right nipple she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. She moaned and shivered, seeking his lips with the other nipple. He loved at that one for long moments and they were twin bullets, shining in the moonlight. He continued to move down her body, circling and dipping into her little navel and tugging at the sparse blonde curls below. She parted her legs wide and he lay on his belly between them. His hands stroked the velvet skin of her inner thighs and squeezed the tendons between her thighs. She was moving and alive under his touch and when his head dipped and his tongue tasted her she jerked under the touch. Her pussy was beautiful, her lips were a pale pink rose and it looked tiny and delicious. He inserted his tongue between then and she tasted sweet and tangy. The faint taste of soap and clean girl driving him wild. He lapped up across the lips, teasing her little clitoris with the tip for a moment. She moved and quivered under him, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. “Oh, fuck,” she groaned. “Fuck Mark; that’s it. That feels sooooo good. This is what I dreamed it should be like. I knew you would know. You could make me feel… make me feel…” He drew her hood and clit into his mouth, cutting her sentence short as her hips exploded into motion. She spasmed under him, wailing in ecstasy as her orgasm pumped through her slender frame, shaking her emotions and flooding her with an ...

... earthquake of sensation. She bucked under him for long moments until she began to float downward, twitching under his continued assault until she pulled his head up to hers, forcing her lips against his and kissing him for minutes. “That’s what I needed, big brother,” she whispered. “I knew you would make me feel like that.” “Are we through?” he asked. “No!” she panicked a little. “No, don’t stop. I need you in me. I need to feel my lover in me to take away feeling him in me! Please don’t stop, Mark!” “No, no; I won’t Calaney,” he assured her. Mark pressed the head of his erection between the folds of her moistness, kissing her pussy lips with it. She was incredibly wet and slippery and his cock slipped easily inside an inch. “Slow, Mark,” she gasped. “I’m a little sore. Slow and gentle, lover. You feel so good! Tell me you love me, Mark.” “I love you, Calaney,” he whispered in her ear. “I always have. I fell in love with you when you were a baby and I’ve loved you more every day since. I’m going to love you the rest of my life.” “Yes, I love you too, Mark. God, I can feel you so well. Jesus though, you’re so big in me. Those guys were bragging about being big! They had no idea! I don’t know if I can take it all, Mark.” “That’s ok, sweetheart,” he told her. “Tell me when to stop. You’re very young for this, Calaney. I don’t want to hurt you.” He was inside her maybe an inch when he felt the remnants of her barrier against the head of his cock. She gasped and groaned when he forced it ...