My Sister Vickie - Sex Stories

My Sister Vickie

... tightly around my thigh - clearly not planning to stop. She had briefly glanced at me with a questioning look - an "are you noticing what we're doing?" look - before her rhythmic rubbing again fully distracted her. I had discovered just how aroused she was. She was clearly too excited to stop. Too Turned-on To Stop But that was fine with me. I liked knowing that my sister was so aroused that she was about to have an orgasm with me, her own brother. Now that I recognized her lewd desire to be masturbated - I wanted to help. So with her crotch now pumping my leg in earnest, and me carefully returning each small thrust, her rubbing quickly increased until she was barely able to hold a rhythm, and her riding was soon accompanied by audible breathing. Seeing her loss of control, I put one hand in the small of her back, sliding her small body forward into me with her thrust. The friction combined with my overt help brought on her orgasm, and as her orgasm arrived she leaned forward to hug me tightly, to bury her head in my shoulder. But I wanted to watch a girl orgasm - so I took hold of her cheek and I turned her head to face me. I thought my brazen desire to have her face me as she orgasmed might get a negative reaction - but the only reaction I got was my sister eagerly looking into my eyes as she rocked her pelvis into me with even more enthusiasm. If anything, she was more aroused knowing that I wanted to watch her orgasm. I kept my eyes on hers while her orgasm took hold of ...

... her. It had her gasping for air, her mouth partly open - angling her clitoris to keep pressing against me. As she orgasmed she arched her body against mine perhaps three times, pushing her clitoris against me forcefully with each of her thrusts. Her body was so small, and with my hand on her back, she was able to slide herself up against me with her thrusts. I watched as her eyes revealed the intense joy I was giving her, as I masturbated my own sister - and as I enjoyed the soft sounds of my sister's pleasure. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as her orgasm gradually subsided, and a contented glow slowly took over her very flushed face. She seemed to slowly return from somewhere distant, and seemed reluctant to let me go - her arms staying wrapped tightly around me - resting contentedly in my arms. We Would Do It Again...and Again I had just watched my sister orgasm for the first time. She had made a big wet spot along my thigh, and the whole room smelled of sex. I could tell that she loved having me watch her. And she'd seen that I'd very willingly masturbated her. I didn't know it yet, but in the future, she would always grip me with all her strength as she orgasmed, facing me, gazing into my eyes as her lust, desire, and desperation gradually became contentment - her eyes always stayed locked on mine - knowing how much I enjoyed watching her orgasm. Perhaps I should have been embarrassed about masturbating my own sister. But, instead of being embarrassed, I liked knowing that ...