Stacy 5 - Sex Stories

Stacy 5

For some reason I awoke early and felt so refreshed and full of life that I could not lie there any longer. I visited the bathroom and then could not resist poking my head around Stacy's door on my way back. I had expected her to be on the camp bed, as was usual whenever she had a friend sl**pover, but she was not. She was in the single bed, her back to Kimberly and, despite just having turned eighteen, was every inch the image of a young girl. She had one arm thrown around her favourite teddy bear, Winnie-the-pooh, and was hugging the little yellow thing tightly. She must have fallen asl**p sucking her thumb because it was still in her mouth with her fingers curled up over her nose; Mom hated the fact that she had not grown out of doing that yet, but I thought it was impossibly cute. Her long blonde hair was not in her, and my, favourite ponytail, but loose and fanned out behind her like a golden wave, mingling with Kimberly's long brown locks on the pillow between them. The duvet had been pushed down her body to d**** just above her narrow hips and so I could see a fair bit of her flat belly because she was wearing the cut-off black tee shirt that she had worn last night when we fucked on the kitchen table. That thought instantly got me hot and made my cock stir. I pictured flashes of the scene; her initial stance against the door jamb; her lustful kisses whilst on my lap; her bending willingly over the table; her little butt offered to me for anything I wished; the feel as ...

... I sank my hot, hard meat into her and the earth-shattering power of our orgasm. "Oh, shit," I murmured. It wasn't right or fair that the most wonderful lover I could ever wish for was my little s****r. How could it be? Nobody would understand. Hell, I don't think I understood! I was about to leave when Kim let out a sigh and rolled over. She too was dressed in a cut-off tee shirt, a white one of Stacy's that read, "When I'm good, I'm good, but when I'm bad, I'm better." Rolling from facing away from me, to facing directly toward me, she rucked up the duvet even more and it was lower on her side, dr****g her only as high as the middle of her thigh. My breath caught when I saw that her hip was naked. There was no sign of panties but I couldn't see anything because as she rolled she snuggled up tight to Stacy's back. She also threw an arm across my s****r and gave a little moan as she nuzzled her face up into the nape of Stacy's neck. That sight did nothing to ease my arousal! A beautiful young nymph snuggling up to my little s****r whilst not wearing any panties. I wondered now if Stacy was the same beneath the covers. "Fuck!" I groaned, quietly. Tearing myself away from the sight, I pulled the door closed behind me and went to find my swimming trunks. I needed to cool off. ++++++++++ Gliding through the water, my arms slicing forward in a steady, regular rhythm, my mind was free to drift. I covered lap after lap of our pool and hardly noticed as I pondered all the facets this ...