Not a Slut - Sex Stories

Not a Slut

... eyes, knowing that the guy was probably just jacking off on the other side, but he surprised me when he asked “Who’s that in the room with you?” between grunts. “My sister,” Elle said nonchalantly as she continued to masturbate with the hairbrush, now making squelching sounds and she sped up her pace. “That’s hot. You two ever, you know, eat each other out? Finger each other?” Gross! But Elle just shook her head. “No, I’ve never been with a girl before either. And she’s scared of sex so she wouldn’t let me anyway.” “You should try, in my experience all girls are wet for it. Just take your--” I walked over to her desk and slammed down the lid of the computer. “Clean up your side of the floor, it’s so messy in here.” She looked at me angrily, hairbrush still inside her. “What did you do that for! Now it disconnected. He was so hot, and he was 19. God!” She sat back in her chair and slowly slid the brush out of her, putting it on top of her laptop lid. “You can’t spend all day masturbating,” I said, picking up a pile of her clothes. “And I’m not scared of sex, I just don’t want to have it.” “You should really try fingering yourself some time, it feels really good. Or you can use my hairbrush if you want.” “No thanks.” I carried her clothes to the bathroom that connected our bedroom to our dad’s. Using my elbow I switched on the light and marched over to the hamper and pushed down on the pedal, opening the lid. Full! I signed and dropped Elle’s clothes on the ground next to ...

... it, but just as I was about to close the lid I noticed something weird: right on the top of the dirty clothes hamper was the pair of underwear that I had worn the previous day, but there was a big wet spot right in the middle of them. I poked my head out of the bathroom and stared straight at Elle. Who knows that that little weirdo was up to! “Were you in the bathroom earlier?” I asked in a huff. “No, why?” She looked at me quizzically. “I came right to my computer when I got home.” She was telling the truth. I frowned. “Nevermind. Just make sure you don’t mess with my stuff.” I looked back into the bathroom and walked over to the hamper and opened the lid again, looking at my underwear. I shook my head. Must have been an accident. Maybe Dad had knocked them onto the floor when he was in a rush out the door. I pushed all the clothes down, picked up my sister’s things and put them on top, then got ready for bed. *** The next day, I got the shock of my life after coming home from school. When I walked into our room, I didn’t see Elle in front of the computer again, I saw her down on her knees with a guy’s thing in her mouth! I stopped for second, frozen, not sure what to do. The guy just looked back straight at me in shock and involuntarily pulled my sister’s head into his crotch. Her eyes went wide as he went halfway into her mouth and he groaned, tensing his butt. She gagged and her cheeks suddenly puffed out as she coughed, sending white stuff spurting out of her mouth and ...