S*ster's Licker 2 by loyalsock - Sex Stories

S*ster's Licker 2 by loyalsock

... could hear now were his footsteps up the stairs. He was going past her room now, and he wondered if he should go in and talk to her, make her understand that in no way could he ever hate her. She was his s****r, gosh. He loved her. Too much, it seemed. Making up his mind, he pushed open her door. But of course, she was asl**p. The night light beside her bed was on, pooling her in a heavenly golden light. He called her name softly as he progressed into the room, hoping that would wake her. He longed to tell her how deeply he felt for her - and that was why he had to stay aloof sometimes. He came to stand beside the bed. She was wearing a cute little nightshirt, with a Minnie Mouse Motif on the front. But in her sl**p it had hitched up to her waist, revealing the long length of her legs, and the tiny strip of her white panties. He gulped, once again ravaged by lust as his eyes locked on the vee between her slightly open legs. She was half-turned to face him, her breathing deep and steady. He knew she was dead to the world, and he knew he should leave right now. But he couldn't. He sat on the edge of the bed, right next to her right foot. Her face, half-buried in the pillow, looked so innocent and beautiful, with her thick lashes forming half-moons on her dusky cheeks. His heart swelled with adoration, even as his cock swelled with lust. Maybe it was all that champagne, or maybe it was just all these weeks of keeping himself in check. But Max suddenly realised he couldn't ...

... leave that room till he'd touched her. Made bold with desire, he reached out a hand and cupped the delicate line of her ankle, before stroking slowly, slowly up one leg. Her skin felt as smooth, as silky as it had felt that first time. Every night in the past weeks he'd fantasized about this, about being able to touch and caress her without anything or any one to stop him. And as she slept soundly beside him, he realised this might be his only chance. Watching her face the whole time, he stroked his way up her thighs, his two hands on her now. Her legs parted willingly to his gentle push, and the sight of her prim little white lace-trim made his cock rear up even more uncomfortably in his trousers. No way in hell was he going to stop now. But he was hungry to see more. With light, slow movements, not making a sound, he began to pull up the folds of her tee, till her magnificent breasts were uncovered to his gaze. He swallowed convulsively, wondering if she would awake if he kissed them, sucked them. He didn't care. If he didn't taste those fat juicy-looking nipples now, he knew he'd just die. Bending, his breath shallow and harsh in his chest, he lowered his mouth to worshipfully suckle on her right nipple, the sweetness of it hitting him fast, so fast he almost exploded on himself. His dick was straining painfully against its zipper now. Without thinking, he released the now engorged member from its tight prison, unzipping his pants and then pushing down his shorts so that his ...