Sister's Mistake - Sex Stories

Sister's Mistake

... like I’m something small and dirty. How do I get clean again?” she began to cry again. “It wasn’t your fault, Calaney,” he told her. “You’re not dirty. You’ll get over it. You’ll think about it first thing when you wake up in the morning. You may do that for a long time. Then one morning, you’ll wake up and it will be the second thing you think about. Eventually, you won’t think about it at all.” “That’s so deep, Mark,” she said. “That makes me feel better. I think I could make it go away pretty fast if you’ll help me. Will you help me?” “Of course I will, Calaney. What do you want me to do?’ She took his hand in her little one and pulled it down onto her breast. “Make love to me, Mark,” she whispered. He tried to pull his hand away, but she held it pressed against her firm little mound. He could feel a hard little nipple under his fingers and without thinking; he gave it a gentle pinch. He felt her butt push back against him and he was erect against her. “I can’t, baby,” he whispered. “You’ve had a horrible experience. I can’t take advantage of you like that.” “You can,” she told him. “I can feel that you can. You mean you won’t. I’m going to change your mind. You aren’t taking advantage of me, I’m taking advantage of you. I’m going to use you because I know you love me. But I’m going to give you something too. I was a virgin, Mark. I know you think I’m a slut, but I’m not.” “I don’t think that, Calaney,” he protested. “I never thought that. I didn’t want you to become one.” ...

... She turned over in his arms and he felt her reach down and grasp his erection in her hot little hand. “Make love to me, Mark,” she whispered. “Make me feel clean. Make me feel like someone wants me, like I’m not broken.” She pressed her lips against his. She tasted like mint toothpaste and little girl. She pushed her tongue against his lips and he let it slip into his mouth. His hands slipped down to cup her hard little butt and she pressed her pussy against him, releasing his cock so she could feel it against her. She pulled her nightshirt over her head and she was naked in his arms. He could feel the head of his cock against the little soft patch of curls over her pussy, her hard little breasts were against his chest and her lips were crushed against his. He rolled her onto her back and took a moment just to look at her. She was the stuff of dreams; slender and yet full at the same time. Her small breasts were becoming a woman’s breasts, her body curving into excitement. “Damn, baby; you’re gorgeous,” he said. “You can’t imagine how beautiful you are to me.” “Show me,” she whispered. He bent and kissed her, his lips and tongue tracing a trail of fire along her jawline to her tiny ears. He nibbled on them and she shivered. His lips trailed down her long, slim neck and down across her chest. When he reached her breasts he used his hands to squeeze them into pointed cones, her very hard nipples protruding at the tip. They were a little sore from the mauling she had taken, but ...