The Love Shared - Sex Stories

The Love Shared

... and saw Bobbie watching TV, she was laid out on the floor with her back to me and her nightie had ridden up to reveal her ass. The hand print had now completely faded, but my eyes then fell on her little vagina. I crossed the room and pulled her nightie down to cover her, ''Cover your ass you little ass.'' I told her. ''Hey!'' she complained, ''I was getting some air to it like you said.'' I turned to leave the room and then glanced back, she was now on her knees, resting her head in her hands and her ass once again on display. ''Bobbie,'' I started, she then wiggled it a little, ''Kiss it better then.'' she told me. ''There's nothing there now.'' I told her, she shrugged her shoulders, ''Make me feel better.'' she said. I huffed a sigh and crossed the room, getting down onto my knees and leaning toward her ass, I could hear her try and stifle a giggle as she felt my breath on her rear cheek. I then bit lightly on her ass, causing her to jolt forward, ''Hey! That's it!'' she declared, jumping to her feet and diving on top of me. She tackled me to the floor and sat on my chest, then swiftly turning herself around and bringing her ass to my face. ''Kiss it better.'' she demanded, ''Bobbie, get off before I get you off.'' I told her. ''Ohh get me off then.'' she answered back, I paused for a moment and replayed the last two things that were said between us. Did she say it for me to remove her, or, get her off. No, there's no way she's that sexually aware. She's nine for Christ ...

... sake. She edged her ass closer to my face and I was eye-to-eye with her little vagina. Fuck, I thought to myself. She pushed it back as far as she could and I brought my chin down, I was nowhere near where the had print was, I planted a kiss in the gap between her vagina and her anus. I tried to keep it quick but she held herself there for a moment, and I then started to feel a little bit of moisture on my chin, she was sitting on my face at this point and I didn't want her to be one of those girls who wrote into those cheap magazines saying that her brother was the first guy to get her off. I rolled over and got her off of me, getting to my feet as she remained sat on the floor looking up at me. ''Better?'' I asked her, she kept her stare right into my eyes, and nodded. ''Thank you.'' she said softly. I struggled for a while to get my sisters little round face out of my head, the thought of getting her wet was starting to turn me on. I kept reminding myself that she was nine, and you know, my sister. But I also kept coming to the thoughts of wanting some more alone time with Mom, the kind of alone time that would result in her nipple being in my mouth, at the very least anyway. Even for a fucked up thought, it was a better explanation for my hard-on than my sisters pussy being in my face. I decided that it would be in my best interest if I remained upstairs until I smelt the smell of food. Dinner on a Friday night was always the same, egg, bacon and sausages. It was quick and ...