1. Sleeping Over


    Date: 6/8/2016, Categories: Fantasy Anal Erotica First Time Reluctance Romance Virginity Author: Unknow user, Source: sexstories.com

    ... mashing against my bare chest, and the pressure of her pubic bone grinding against my hips as she swivelled back and forth. "That'll do for now," she declared, still swaying ever so slightly. She planted a soft kiss on my cheek, made another of her little noises, and then burrowed her head in next to mine. It always went like that, often with a pouty demand that I hold her tighter. That morning was no exception. I found it hard not to lose myself, holding her tightly to me. I had one arm wrapped around the small of her back where Marvin had ridden up, trying to imprint the warmth of her smooth skin in my permanent memory. My other arm was higher, the crook of my elbow hooked in under her rib cage, and my hand pressed firmly into the taught muscles between her shoulder blades. Then I loosened my grip slightly to let my hands wander. I let my lower palm creep up, managing to keep it between Marvin and her flawless skin. My other hand caressed down to her side, savouring her curves as they flared into her hips. "Hold me tighter, Will." She then began another series of wiggles, which drove me crazy. "I'm sorry," I laughed, pressing my hands more firmly into the soft flesh near her hip. "Tighter," she moaned. As I locked my arms around her, my left hand slid up under her shirt to the opposite side of her ribs. And my right slid across the waistband of her panties, enjoying the softness of the top of her ass, before locking my fingertips around her hip. "That's better." She ...
    ... craned her head up and smiled at me. "That feels really nice." Scarlett's eyes welled slightly in response to my agreement, and she lowered her face and playfully rubbed her nose against mine. More wiggling, smiles and delicate, little Eskimo kisses accompanied our early morning conversation about nothing in particular. It was our regular routine whenever she abandoned my sister to several more hours of sullen teenage slumber on a Sunday morning. And I loved it. Something else that was becoming all too common was the arrival of her giggle. "What?" I already knew, of course, but I loved to hear her say it. She stared into my eyes, her own sparkling with triumphant discovery, "You have a boner, Will." "I know, Sweetie. I'm sorry." While my apology was feigned, my cheeks flushed with genuine embarrassment. "It's okay, Will," she smiled, continuing on with her story. She'd heard my explanation of it having a mind of its own a number of times before, and she happily accepted it. One story led into another, and as her excitement over one particular description rose, her animated movement on top of me increased. The pressure of her soft stomach and pubic bone, as it ground into my aching cock, was an absolute distraction. When I did manage to concentrate, I found my hands all over Scarlett’s hips and the small of her back, flirting dangerously with the waistband of her panties. I couldn't fucking take it anymore. "What are you doing there, little wiggly worm?" I began to tickle her, ...
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