My Sister and I for the First Time part 4 - Sex Stories

My Sister and I for the First Time part 4

... clasp of her bra. I unclasped the garment, and slid it off her small frame, pushing her back slightly as I did so. I bent me head down to her nipples, and slipped one into my mouth. She let out a moan and twined her fingers through my hair. I sucked and licked the tiny buds, alternating between them equally for a time before returning my mouth to my sister’s. Our lips clasped tightly, allowing only muffled moans to escape from between them. My arms were tight around my sister’s back, and hers were tighter around mine. Our bare chests rubbed together, her now diamond hard nipples traced cool lines from my saliva across my chest. Her hips circled slowly as we embraced, and occasionally gave a buck. Slowly, my lips moved down the warm softness of her body. I kissed all the way down to the dark blue skirt still wrapped around her waist. I eased my sister out of it, feeling her firm ass beneath my hands as I did, and slowly drew it down her long, tight legs. Her panties were still sodden from earlier, and I clung to her curves even more tightly than I ever could. They still smelled of desire, and I breathed deeply that pure scent that we had made together. I gently rubbed her through the wet panties, and lightly pulled them off. Every time I saw her naked pussy, it conspired to be even more beautiful than the last time, and I couldn’t help but planting a kiss on it. Suddenly, she sprang at me, knocking me back onto the bed and landing on top of me. She planted a quick kiss on my ...

... lips, and then wriggled down to my feet. I felt her delicate fingers unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, then wrapping around their waist. I lifted my ass up, allowing her to pull my pants off. He hand came to rest on my white and blue boxers, on top of my fully erect cock. She rubbed up and down my length and looked up to gauge my reaction. I nodded my approval, and Angie slipped her left hand into the fly of my boxers. The delicate touch of her left hand on my balls contrasted brilliantly with the rougher friction of her right hand, still stroking me through the boxers. She smirked at the look on my face, and drew my cock out of my fly and ran her fingers up the shaft. I let out a sigh of appreciation, and with the utmost delicacy, her fingertips ran over the head of my dick. I twitched in response and my sister grinned and planted a kiss there. She bent her head, her hair falling down and creating a screen to block my view of what was happening, and wrapped her lips around the head of my dick. I felt her hand cradle my balls, and her other stroking my legs, my stomach, my shaft, and anywhere else it could reach. I felt her tongue her tongue working around my head, and then her lips started to move down, ever so slowly. Up and down went her head, and up and up went my pleasure. The warm confines I was trapped in were something I never wanted to escape from, and the hand playing with my balls made it all the more intense. Her tongue curled around the underside of my dick and ...