Teaching My Virgin Sister Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Teaching My Virgin Sister Ch. 01

... even be aware of the call.

"Emily, what took place? Why was this brought up? In an effort to soothe her, I begin rubbing her exposed back.

"Tony parted ways with me." Through the pillow, I can hear her muffled words. Barbara, I bet he'll start seeing that slut." Surprised, I am. I thought Tony and Emily were an extraordinary couple. After we moved here, Emily started dating Tony, and they've been dating steadily for a month now.

When exactly did this occur? Keeping in mind that I shouldn't be aware of the phone call, I ask.

She continues to sob into the pillow and says, "Just now." She turns her head toward me and proceeds. " I know it's because I wouldn't do this that he called me and told me that we were too young to get serious and that we should start seeing other people. She yells while lying on her back on the bed with her legs spread apart.

My sister is lying next to me in a skimpy swimsuit. She spreads her legs wide apart so that I can see her barely covered crotch. I can't speak. Her swimsuit bottom, which is tightly stretched across her pussy lips, has a few pubic hairs peeking out from the sides, leaving very little room for imagination. I don't have to think much because I've been looking at her pussy for a few months, and my swimsuit is starting to shake.

"I mean, it is truly unfair! Have you ever parted ways with a girl simply because she wouldn't let you fuck her? She is crying, and her innocent eyes are all red and puffy as she looks up at ...

... me. She brings her legs together again and adjusts the top of her swimsuit to cover her nipple. Okay, so have you? She asks in a soft voice, wiping away her tears.

"No, Tony probably hasn't either, and neither have I. Perhaps he truly believes that you two are too young. Or perhaps he simply does not know what he wants." I'm attempting to be as comforting as possible and I'm coming clean about not unloading anybody.

"No! He truly needs to screw me," she answers. " He told me so the previous evening, however I said no! Perhaps I'm off-base. I might have done better to let him have what he wants. I, for God's sake, also wanted to fuck him. It was just as difficult for me to stop as it was for him to do so because I was so hot and wet. As she's idiom this, my sister turns on her side toward me and starts crying once more.

"I've quite recently consistently maintained that the initial time should be with 'THE ONE'. Know what? Also, I really like Tony, but I'm not sure if I love him or if he is "THE ONE." John, what do you think? Should I have let him just fuck me? Would that have rendered me a liar? I try so hard to avoid becoming a prickly tease by letting him do what he wants.

She begins to weep into my shoulder as I reach over and wrap my arm around her. I rests next to her and hold her nearby while she cries. I'm becoming more and more aware that I'm on my sister's bed, that we're both wearing swimsuits, which means that we have a lot of contact with each other's ...