Not Having Sex, part II
by ‘this guy’
December 30
The day after our cousins had headed back home, Cynthia asked, "You wanna shoot some love-cream on me?"
"Sure," I eagerly replied.
Less than a minute later we were in my bedroom and had shed our clothes. Soon my little sister was laying on her back on my bed. She spread her legs and I knelt down between them. I lowered myself over her twelve year old body; and used my hand to make sure I had positioned the tip of my fourteen-year-old wiener a few inches below her belly button.
Once I was satisfied I was in the right spot I began rocking my hips back and forth. I was surprised how much better it felt having my wiener sliding up-and-down against the lower portion of my little sister's belly verses the middle of Janice's belly. God: it felt even softer and warmer...
Like with our cousins, Cynthia and I didn't say a word for the first few minutes while I was doing it: my wiener sliding up and down against my little sister's lower belly. Then Cynthia surprised me by saying, "Don't tell me when you're gonna shoot your love-cream on me."
"Why not?" I asked as I continued to rock my hips back and forth, my wiener sliding up and down against the hard mound above her legs.
"I bet it'll be more fun if it's a surprise when it happens," Cynthia said.
I failed to see why that would be more fun, but I said, "Okay," anyway. If she was right, great. If not, well, whatever!
After another few minutes of me moving my hips back and forth in silence, I felt my butt-cheeks clench. I didn't say a word as I felt my cream rocketing up the little tube on the underside of my wiener. Like before, an incredible wave of pleasure washed over me as it shot out of the hole at the tip of my wiener. Just as I felt the hot moistness between us, Cynthia asked, "You're shooting your love-cream on me, aren't you?" Following my sister's previous suggestion, I didn't respond as another wave of pleasure washed over me, and more of it shot out of my wiener. For several seconds I laid on top of my little sister as more and more of my hot cream shot out of my hard wiener.
"Hey," Cynthia said, "You just shot your love-cream on my belly, didn't you?"
"Yeah..." I replied through a wide grin, "You were right. Surprising you when it happened was more fun!"
"I meant for me!" my little sister half growled in my ear.
"Oh..." I responded.
"But it was better," she beamed.
I couldn't help but to smile at the thought before saying, "Well, let's see how much I shot." With that I lifted my body up off my little sister. An area about an inch-and-a-half wide by about four inches long, beginning right above her slit and extending up almost to her belly-button was coated with sticky white cream. That part of her belly looked like a glazed donut!
"Wow, you shot more love-cream on me than Jack did," Cynthia commented.
I smiled at her. "You're my sister. Guess that means I love you more than he does!" I reasoned.
"You shot it up a little higher on my belly than Jack did." my little sister commented.
I looked at Cynthia's belly, taking stock of where the love-cream I had shot had ended up, "Yeah. I guess I was a little too far up on your belly when I shot it... kinda like with Janice." I thought aloud.
"It's okay," Cynthia chirped, as she grabbed a tissue and began whipping up the white-ish cream glaze on her smooth little belly.
