The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III - Sex Stories

The Girl on the Video, Parts I - III

... night. I think I loved you then. I might love you now. I just don’t know,” I said, with a sigh.

“Megan is right, we need to sort this out,” Jesse said.

She turned even further so the side of her chest was pressing against my arm. She wasn’t lithe like Megan, she was curvier, though not fat by any stretch, she just had a bigger chest and wider hips. And her larger chest was now pressed against my arm. Her skin was soft and I realized she had no bra on underneath. I could feel her hard nipple underneath the fabric.

Something stirred inside me. Something I hadn’t considered since that night so long ago. Something that had been stuffed by juvie and by halfway houses and by getting the butt end of life for one tiny mistake.

I turned to her. The sun was setting and the breeze ruffled her dark hair. My sister looked gorgeous.

Inside my shorts my cock began to stir.

My sister spoke up. “Your relationships are going nowhere, my relationships are going nowhere, and Megan is suddenly in the middle of all this trying to decide her feelings for both of us. It’s fucked up and it’s probably not going to get unfucked until we sort ourselves out.”

“What if we decide we want each other and tell Megan she’s out of luck?” I said.

“She’s a big girl, she’ll get through it,” Jesse said. She put her hand on my thigh a few inches from my growing erection. “But more importantly, I really just think she wants us to be happy regardless whether or not she is in the ...

... picture.”

The strap on her sundress had slipped off her shoulder and was almost to her elbow. The front of the dress had slipped down and one of her breasts was dangerously close to freedom. She ran her hand up my leg to the cuff of my shorts, then slipped her fingers into the leg of my shorts until they encountered the tip of my stiffening cock.

I leaned down and kissed my sister on the lips. She pressed back firmly. We disengaged, then re-engaged with more gusto, our lips parting, our tongues intertwining.

I realized this was the moment I had secretly craved ever since that night we were caught.

She smelled of lilac perfume, and her fragrance mixed with my aftershave, creating a heady aroma. I ran my fingers through her long dark hair and then down to her dress. I pulled her breast clear of the fabric and softly brushed it with my fingertips, teasing the nipple and gently caressing the underside. Her long nipple was already hard. I disengaged my lips from hers and leaned down, running my tongue over the aureole. I could feel the nipple hardening under my touch.

Suddenly Jesse pushed my head away and stood up, retreating inside. I followed her in.

“Are you okay?” I asked as she stood in the center of the living room, head in hands.

“I’m just...not sure all of a sudden,” she said, pulling the strap of her dress up to cover herself.

“I understand, it’s a lot to process,” I said. “Maybe Megan is right. Maybe we should see a therapist before we take the big ...