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s****r's Licker 1 by loyalsock
Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: Taboo Author: loyalsock
... stopped him in his tracks. His s****r lay sprawled on her tousled sheets, utterly naked except for the strip of panties that hung low on her shapely, widespread hips. He'd drawn in air sharply, unable to move as he drank in the view of the most beautiful body, in and out of a girlie mag, that he'd ever seen in his nineteen-year old life. The covers lay abandoned on the floor by the bed, and he figured that she'd probably kicked them off sometime during the night. He found himself shutting the door behind him before stepping closer into the room, gazing down at Lacey who still slept on, oblivious to the ogling eyes of her baffled b*****r. Where the hell, he wondered, had Lacey grown such fantastic, melon-sized boobs? She lay on her back, her face turned to the other side, and so her magnificent breasts seemed thrust in the air, lifting high with each deep breath she took. The nipples were enormous, with fat brown aureoles, and he felt suddenly tempted to reach out, see if the crinkled little nubs would feel rough beneath his palms. Then he stopped short. The last thing in the world, he knew, was to even be standing there, gazing lustfully at his s****r's naked body. But that didn't stop his eyes travelling down her flat tummy to where her widespread legs, one knee bent, bared her pale femininity to his hungry gaze. Her flimsy little underwear, mere strips, barely hid from sight the pink, hairless folds of her pussy, the lips so tightly furled it took his whole willpower to ...
... keep himself from bending forward to push them apart with suddenly twitching fingers, to discover more of her deep-set secrets... Stop it, Max! She's your s****r! a tiny voice snapped him out of his daze of lust, and he shook his head slightly, at last reaching the bed and shaking her gently by the shoulder. Her big, pale-skinned breasts jiggled accordingly. "Lacey, wake up for goodness' sake," he said loudly, his voice somewhat squeaky to his own ears. Her skin felt soft and warm to his touch, and without thinking, he stroked his hand down her slender arm, gripping slightly. "Lacey!" She replied with a tiny snore, turning away from him and on to her stomach, snatching the rest of the air out of his lungs as he was faced with the smooth, deep tunnel of her bare back, which ended in the curve of her utterly beautiful, rounded little ass. He could see now that her panties were a thong, the strip so narrow it was almost non-existent, safely embedded in the crack of her nicely toned ass-cheeks. They were so deliciously grab-able that Max actually felt his two hands twitching. Her legs, hairless and as unblemished as the rest of her body, were just as shapely, and he longed to stroke their seemingly endless length down to her little pretty feet. He'd always known Lacey was beautiful. She was a fitness enthusiast, was into yoga and pilates and all those stuff, and he'd thought she was pretty cool for a younger s****r. But he'd never, ever, considered or even imagined ...