Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... Caroline said with the hint of a dreamy smile on her lips.

“We were… well… getting a little carried away. I had pulled my blouse up so that he could touch my breasts. He was always so gentle and kind. His lips… they were magical. We were both startled when she started laughing at us. I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t pull my blouse back down fast enough. Your daddy stepped in front of me as if to protect me from her.” The words tumbled from her mouth as the memory replayed itself in her mind.

“She… she laughed at me. I was mortified. She taunted me and your daddy telling us, telling him, he needed to be with a real woman, not a girl. I was shocked when she pulled up her own shirt, and bra, to show us her tits. Compared to mine, they were huge! At least they were in our eyes. She held them in both hands, pushing them together and shaking them. Her fingers and thumbs pinching her nipples and pulling and twisting them. I… I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.” Caroline stuttered a bit, her blushing face not able to be seen in the darkness they were sitting in.

“She flashed her tits at the two of you? That doesn’t sound so bad really.” Deeny stated with a questioning lilt in her voice.

“Oh, she didn’t stop there. No sirree! She sauntered right up to us, still groping her tits, watching her younger brother’s eyes as he watched her hands on her nipples. Standing face to face, she asked him if he wanted to touch real tits… to know what they felt like.” Caroline paused, ...

... another deep breath and a slow sighing exhale.

“He did. Awkwardly and hesitantly. He raised his hands and touched them, ever so lightly. Until… his sister grabbed his hands and mashed them to her tits. His hands stayed there when she let go. She touched the side of his face, a caress really, with one hand. Her other hand grabbed his crotch. Your daddy was so surprised he let go of her tits and nearly jumped out of his shoes. She had a hold of his cock right through his jeans. I… I almost ran away… but I was stuck in place like my feet had grown roots.” Caroline explained.

Deeny sat there next to her mother, mesmerized. If she closed her eyes, she could almost see her mother and father in that barn. Her heart was beating a little faster and… and she felt a warmth and all too familiar itch between her legs.

“His sister shot her hand out and grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me a step closer to her and your daddy. She bought my hand to his crotch to rub his growing cock through his jeans. She taunted him, and me, asking him if I had ever touched it before. If he had even showed it to me before. Of course, I had seen it, but when we were both younger, just kids really. Until we both got as old as we were then, it had not crossed our minds to… to explore each other. I mean we were, but we hadn’t gone that far yet.” Caroline half giggled and half sighed.

“So, she rubbed your hand on his crotch… and?” Deeny asked with baited breath… surprised that she was so interested in ...