My Sister Vickie - Sex Stories

My Sister Vickie

... my sister was always wet and ready for me to masturbate her, and I liked knowing that she wanted her brother in a way that no sister should want a brother. We kept Playing This more mature version of our game became a ritual for perhaps a year. We probably played a couple of times a week, or whenever we had the opportunity, never really talking about what we were really doing. But our "bucking" time became Vickie quickly mounting my leg - gazing into my eyes as I watched her grow flushed, gasp as her orgasm approached, and then hold me tight as she lost all control and orgasmed. Of course, there was the occasional exception when she had multiple orgasms - surprising me by coming two or even three times as she clung tightly to me. The Last Time We Played As time went by, I got busy with other activities, and we played less and less. I think the last time we played was when I was 16 and Vickie was 13. We were both maturing fast in those years. But one day I was thinking about sex and I remembered that it wasn't so long ago that Vickie would masturbate with me. We were both older, but I wondered how she would react now if I made the outlandish suggestion that we play our old, childish, masturbation game - did she still remember what we did? Had I embellished her erotic enthusiasm in my mind? But I figured that this would be my last chance to find out her reaction. Weren't we too old to pretend that it wasn't really just me masturbating her? So I found Vickie and asked her if ...

... she wanted to play - thinking she would say no, and thinking that we might both be embarrassed by my suggestion. I was surprised when, after just a bit of thought, she very calmly - and very, very slowly - said "yeeees". She had never had to stop and think about it before, so she obviously understood the significance of my suggestion - and she was weighing the idea of her brother masturbating her to an incestuous orgasm. We had reached an age where we knew what we were agreeing to - we were agreeing to have an intimate sexual experience with each other - exposing our lusts and desires. One Last Game With Vickie Vickie was thirteen now, and certainly knew a brother isn't supposed to masturbate his sister. But she knew exactly what we were doing. Maybe she didn't want to admit to herself what I was about to do to her? Or maybe Vickie had thought that she would be able to hide her lust and just play "bucking horse" with me? I was about to find out. Vickie had gotten much too big to sit on my leg and be bounced off - at thirteen she was becoming a young woman. She wasn't really a child - she had a young woman's breasts and real curves. She'd stopped playing with dolls, and now experimented with make-up and different skirt lengths as the boys vied for her attention. Almost as tall as me, I had no ability to bounce her on my leg. In spite of all that, she didn't suggest that we not play. Instead, feigning indifference about being too big to bounce, she immodestly lifted her skirt ...