Sisters Suck Me Off Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Sisters Suck Me Off Ch. 01

... back her head and let her younger sister lick, suck, and kiss her vagina. She soon began to pant; Jen may have entered one or two fingers, but I was unable to tell. Claire made an incredible move and quickly threw her nightshirt over her head and onto the ground.

And there they were, the exquisite tits of Claire. Not very "big," but rather long—they protruded from her body for what felt like a foot, and their ends were topped with large, voluminous pink nipples. As Jenna ate her pussy, she was pinching and squeezing them; she attempted to speak again but was unsuccessful. 'Jen...Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, Jen....' I thought to myself, thankful for the nice view over here, while I wished I could see some of the detail work going on over in my chair. On her knees in front of Claire's long, wonderful legs spread wide, Jenna and her perfect ass with her short-short pajama pants riding up her crack; Claire pulling on those amazing nude tits I'd marveled at since I was a child. I was front and center as my two stunning siblings were getting it on. Oh, how I wanted to fuck them. With a grunt, Claire pushed Jenna's head into her groin and rocked in the chair. As she lifted her sister off, Jenna reached up to play with her brown and hard nipples. Her face twisted into what appeared to be agony as she let out a gasp. However, I was aware of this. I thought for a moment she was going to scream, but she kept her breath. She became absolutely slack on the chair, her face flushed. As Jenna bent ...

... to give her a kiss, she mumbled something that escaped my comprehension. Claire bent down, picked up Jen's face, and planted a kiss on it.

Soon the sun would rise. Jen headed out first, followed shortly by Claire. I pondered whether this entire week had been a dream as I went to sleep.

The next two days proved to be even more challenging; there was a lot of backstabbing going on, making it challenging to engage in casual conversation. Jenna wasn't very adept at handling people the way Claire and I could, never letting the other know things was wrong. She frequently avoided making eye contact with me, fumbled when conversing, and asked Claire about her plans for the evening roughly five times a day. I also noticed her staring at my crotch. Claire said, "That's cool!-looks every now and then, but poor Jen was powerless to resist. What had happened the other night was consuming her thoughts. Sure, Claire didn't want Jenna to sabotage something wonderful, but she also knew that our parents would suffer from severe strokes if they ever found out about our relationship. Claire decided to go out on a Saturday night with some of her old neighborhood pals in order to decompress. I made the decision to stay in and watch a movie instead of going out. My downstairs was all mine when my parents retired at approximately ten o'clock, and Jenna was always out 'making mischief'. However, my presumption about Jen turned out to be false; she was overjoyed to learn that I had intended to ...