Family Fun 3: Losing Virginity - Sex Stories

Family Fun 3: Losing Virginity

My sister gazed up at me, some of my cum still on her lips. She was standing naked, except for her black panties covering up her delicious pussy. The front of her panties were completely soaked, and almost dripping onto the floor. I had felt what was underneath those knickers, and soon I felt my dick would.

"Did you enjoy that, little bro?" my sister asked.

I nodded, still breathing harder than I ever had.

"Don't you think you should help me?" giggled Erin, rubbing her soft fingers over her covered slit. Tantalizingly, my sister gripped the waistband, and slowly shimmied out of her lingerie. In my view, it was the best thing I had seen.

As suspected, her heavenly juices were leaking out of her pussy. Her folds looked delicious and her precious clit, swollen to the size of a marble, peeked out of its hood. Her pubic hair was bushy, and the same colour as her chocolate brown hair.

"Like what you see," Erin murmured seductively, her soaked fingers playing with her tits.

"Oh yeah," I whispered.

"How about you give it a taste?"

I swallowed involuntarily.

My sister guided my head towards her honey pot. My nose brushed her pubes, and I breathed in her overpowering smell of arousal. My sister's vagina was amazing.

I tentatively stuck my tongue out and tasted a small bead of her cum, that was dripping off her pulsing lips.

It tasted sweet, and I needed no introduction to start lapping it up. I did not know whether I was doing a good job or not, before ...

... my sister moaned and spasmed, her legs clenching my head. Her liquid gushed out her pussy, and I swallowed the results of my sister's orgasm.

"You didn't last long," I told my sister.

"With my brother between my legs!" laughed my sister. "Of course not."

I climbed into her and started kissing her passionately. She licked her own juices off my lips, and wrestled her own tongue over mine.

Suddenly, my sister sat up, and started putting her knickers and bra back on.

"Mom's home," she whispered.

I crept out of her room and back into mine, a raging boner hidden only by my pants. I lay on the bed, thinking about the events that had occurred. It wasn't really incest, was it? We never actually fucked. Before I could jerk off my dick, I heard a voice.

"James, Erin, dinner is ready."

I sighed and left my room, catching Erin in the eye as a process. She looked down at my shorts, smiled at the tent in them, and bounded down the stairs; her sexy ass swinging as she did so.

When I sat down, I noticed Erin sitting next to me, instead of her usual place at the head of the table. My mother took no notice and served up sausages and mash. Ironic for what had happened mere minutes ago.

I started eating ravenously as my mother droned on about her day at work. My eyes started to drift towards my sister's breasts, hidden by her top. My sister smiled and wrapped her lips around the sausage on her fork. Slowly and sensually, she slid her lips up and down maintaining eye ...