Deja Vu: All Over Again - Sex Stories

Deja Vu: All Over Again

... “What can I say? I was as excited as you were, my hand on your thigh, my lips all over your nipples. I ended up going to my room and tossing one off with visions of you in my head.” Far from embarrassed, she laughed, and admitted that she, too, had played when she got home. When we reached her car, I asked if she was doing anything later. She said she wasn't and I asked her over for dinner, reasonably sure that Fran wouldn't mind. She accepted and we agreed to meet at 6. Winking, she said, “I know where you’re staying.” Dinner was great. The after-dinner conversation took a turn toward the raunchy, with Fran and Donna recounting a few nights of drunken debauchery, both with boys and without. I must have looked a tad shocked; after all, she was my baby sister. “Don’t look so dumbfounded.” Fran said, “I’m not sixteen anymore, and, from what Donna has told me in the past, neither are you!” After polishing off the wine I had purchased plus another bottle, Fran said that it was way past her bedtime, and, winking at Donna, said “Pleasant dreams.” Hardly a moment had passed since my sister’s disappearance and Donna and I were locked, lip to lip, her hands fumbling with my belt and my hands groping under her blouse. She came up for air and throatily whispered, “Unless you want to pick up where we left off and fuck like a couple of teens, here, on the couch, I suggest we get to the bedroom.” We finished tearing each other’s clothes off, dropping them all in a heap on the bedroom ...

... floor. I stood about two feet away, taking in the sights that I had missed out on all those years ago. She still sported a pixie haircut, gray at the sides, but mostly jet black. Her breasts were beginning to show the effects of gravity, but still magnificently large and round with nipples that just begged to be sucked. She sported a neatly trimmed black triangle of hair, pointing toward a pouty set of moist, inviting lips. “Like what you see?” she said, pirouetting. “I know I like what I see!” “What’s not to like?” I replied, stepping forward, taking her in my arms, and pressing my rock hard manhood against her belly. I nibbled on her neck, then her ear, whispering, “I never thought I’d get a second chance at you.” Pushing me backwards, against the bed, she smiled, “Then we’d better make the most of this, don’t you think?” I pulled her down with me, crushing her breasts against my chest, my tongue exploring deep in her willing mouth. Raising herself up, she dangled her breasts in my face, “I seem to remember you liking these.” I leaned my head up just enough to capture her right nipple in my mouth, and began to voraciously suck the brown pink nub. Donna moaned as she smiled down at me, grinding her pelvis against my cock. After a couple of minutes of worshiping her breasts with my lips, she slid down, flanking my manhood with her mammaries. She slid further down, extending her tongue and licking the newly formed droplet of pre-cum as it oozed from the slit in my helmet. Now it ...