Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

Go Ahead, Keep Going! Pt. 03

... uncomfortable tightness in my pants and tried internally to scream it down. I wanted to be good, dammit, but I was also 18. How good could I really be? The way my sister was nuzzling and rubbing at me had Mother Nature taking notice. Her bare legs brushed over the expanding bulge.

"Devin?"

I kissed her forehead. "Yeah?"

She hesitated and looked up into my face. Her glasses were all fogged up and she was flushed. "Devin, I..." Her breath caught and she smiled sheepishly, burying her face in my neck again.

"What is it?" I asked. "You can say it."

"Devin, I..." Her thighs squeezed together. Her breath was ragged as she forced eye contact again. "Devin... I'm horny."

I nearly fell off the bed. "Oh. Wow. It's still weird hearing you say that."

She pouted, sticking out her lower lip. "Mm."

"Oh, how the tables have turned."

"Mm!"

Her hand drifted up her slender legs and over the V-shape of her white cotton panties, cupping herself there. Her skirt bunched up around her waist, her butt pressed to my lap.

"Will you stay here with me while I do it?" she breathed.

I kissed her forehead. "I can do more than that."

Her eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yep," I said. "But we're going to take it slow. We're doing this in increments."

An involuntary whine escaped her lips when I placed my hand over hers in the valley of her crotch. I moved her hand away and pressed mine there instead. It was warm down there, very warm.

"I'm going to finger you, Allie, ...

... but tell me if something feels wrong and I'll stop."

"Oh my gosh," she whimpered, staring up at me intensely. She looked down and watched my hand disappear inside her panties. "Oh my gosh."

"Shh, it's okay."

I inserted a finger into my sister's wet canal. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she let out a guttural groan.

"Careful," I said into her ear. "Mom's downstairs."

"Oh gosh--"

I gently penetrated her sweet pussy, running my finger in and out of her, feeling the meaty damp of her sex. It was hot around my fingers. My sister emitted a series of small, high squeaks into my ear and clutched hungrily to my shoulders, squeezing my arms, panting. I withdrew my finger and began circling her clit.

"Some girls like clitoral orgasms better," I said. "And some prefer vaginal. Do you know the difference?"

Her face was buried but I felt her nodding against me. "Uh-huh. But I don't think I've had either."

My motions slowed. My sister shuddered against me.

"Really?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm. I've been trying to, and I've been reading about it, but for some reason I just can't have an orgasm. It's like my mind is too full of stuff."

"Oh, Allie..." I kissed her again. "We're gonna get you there today."

"Oh my gosh. Okay..."

I raised her chin up again so I could look into her eyes. Her eyebrows knitted together like she was concentrating on a math problem. Her mouth hung open. I don't think I'd ever seen her cheeks so flush before, not even in the cold ...