Taking My Sister's Virginity - Sex Stories

Taking My Sister's Virginity

... take you up there yet?” I asked incredulously, “Nope,” she shook her head. “Well, time to change that answer then,” I smiled, giving her leg a squeeze. A few minutes later, we were at the teen make out point. As I pulled to a stop, I said, “Let’s go for a walk.” “Sure,” she nodded, willing, I think, to agree to almost anything I suggested. As we began walking the dark path, I took her hand. I explained, “I've never really been a make out in the car kind of guy.” “Oh, okay,” she said, clearly curious where we were going. “On the other hand,” I said, “I know a great place for some privacy and a beautiful spot to check out the lights from town.” “Okay,” she again agreed, assumedly knowing what I was expecting from her once we reached my secret make out spot. We walked in silence through the trail, up a slight climb between two trees that no one else seemed to know about (I found it while walking with my family when I was just a kid) and to a remote spot that overlooked the town and lake. “Wow!” She said impressed, obviously having been oblivious to its existence like everybody else. “I know,” I nodded, “it's a great place to relax.” “It's amazing,” she said, looking at the gorgeous view. “Yes, you are,” I smoothly responded, leaning in and kissing her. She responded with youthful exuberance as our tongues explored every crevice of each other's mouth. Breaking the kiss, I decided to play with her mind, “I knew you would be a good kisser.” “You did?” She asked, surprised as she ...

... looked into my eyes. “Well, I envisioned you were when I overheard you and Lisa the other night,” I revealed. Her face paled. “Y-y-you heard us? What did you hear?” “It was pretty hot,” I said, trying to relax her. “Shocking and hot.” “I can't believe you heard us,” she said, clearly embarrassed. I shrugged, “Hey, it's 2014, being a lesbian or bisexual is in.” “I just,” she began, but I kissed her again. This time at first she was tentative, still shocked that I knew. I kept kissing her until she responded with eagerness before I broke the kiss again. “So, I also heard you don't swallow,” I said, smiling. Her face already flushed, went redder. “What else did you hear?” “That my sister blew four guys in one day, she loves eating pussy, particularly yours and you’re curious about the size of my cock,” I listed. “Oh my God,” she gasped and giggled, like the school girl she was, “she is going to die if she finds out you know.” “Why?” I asked, “it's nice to know she isn't the nerdy prude she acts like.” “She has two personas,” Andrea admitted. “Well, three truthfully. The family good girl one, the school academia one and then the sexy one she is just coming to grips with.” “Enough talk about my sister,” I said, back into seduction mode, “let’s focus on why we’re here.” Her eyes went big as I stood up and said, “I think it's time for you to find out the answer to your question.” She was staring at the bulge in my tight jeans as I moved directly in front of her. I said soothingly, “Go ...