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 Not Having Sex, part 3 (mf, inc, no sex, cons)

   by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com)

   Summary: After their cousins go home a brother squirts his love cream on
his little sister's lower belly...



   NOT HAVING SEX, part 3

   January 1

   Not all that long after we had finished breakfast on New Year's Day, I
asked my little sister, "You wanna start out the New Year by having me
shoot some love-cream on your belly?"

   "Sounds like a fun way to start a year," Cynthia replied as we began
heading to my bedroom.

   "I hear the first thing a person chooses to do in a new year sets the
tone for the rest of that year," I commented.

   "If that's true; this'll be a loving year," my little sister replied as
we stepped into my bedroom.

   Mere seconds later we had shed our clothes and 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, like our
cousins had taught me, 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 in the right spot I began rocking my hips back and forth. 
Man did Cynthia's lower belly feel good against the underside of my wiener:
it was so soft and warm...

   Like the previous time we didn't have sex, Cynthia and I didn't say a
word for the first few minutes while I was moving my hips back and forth:
my wiener sliding up and down against my little sister's lower belly. 
Then, remembering what my sister had wanted me to do the last time, I
asked, "You want me to tell you when I'm gonna shoot my love-cream on your
belly?"

   "Maybe you should," Cynthia commented, before explaining, "That way I'll
be able to tell you if you're gonna shoot it too high up on my belly."

   "Hmm; good thinking," I replied as I continued to move my hips back and
forth: my wiener sliding up and down against her lower belly.
After another few minutes of me moving my hips back and forth in
silence, I felt my butt-cheeks clench.  "I'm gonna shoot my love-cream on
your belly really soon," I said as I felt my love-cream rocketing up the

little tube on the underside of my wiener.

   "You're too high up," my little sister quickly commented.

   I quickly moved my body down about three inches barely a millisecond
before the incredible wave of pleasure washed over me as my love-cream shot
out of the little hole at the tip of my wiener.

   Just as I noticed the hot moistness against my belly, Cynthia commented,
"Your love-cream feels so nice and warm on my belly..." before adding, "but
it's getting close to my belly button; so scoot down a little more."

   Not wanting to make it harder for my sister to clean the love cream off
her belly, I scooted my body down another couple inches.  Strangely, as I
did so it felt like the little tube on the underside of my wiener was
sliding along this extra warm, soft and slightly damp crease: and god did
that feel good...so good that another wave of pleasure washed over me the
instant I felt it.  And, of course, more love-cream shot out of my wiener.
For several seconds I layed on top of my little sister as more and more of
my love-cream shot out of the little hole at the tip of my wiener.

   "Hey," Cynthia said, "You're lower than Jack was..."

   "Too low?" I half panted as more of my love-cream shot out of my wiener.

   Suddenly Cynthia's hands were on the tops of my shoulders as she quickly
replied, "Don't move: it feels better there."

   I didn't say a word as more of my love-cream shot out of my wiener onto
my little sister's twelve-year-old belly.

   Once the love-cream stopped shooting out of the little hole at the tip
of my wiener, I suggested, "Let's see how much I shot..." With that I
lifted my body up off my little sister.  Like the previous time, a portion
of Cynthia's lower belly resembled a glazed donut with its coating of
white-ish cream.  But, unlike the previous time I'd shot my love-cream on
her belly, the area that was glazed was only about an inch wide and
extended from about an inch below her belly button almost all the way down
to the top of the little slit between her legs.

   Suddenly I understood why it felt like the little tube on the underside
of my wiener was in a crease: it had been nestled within the slit between
my sister's legs.

   "Look at all the love-cream on my belly," Cynthia cooed.

   I smiled and replied, "I guess that means I really love my little
sister."

   "And I love my big brother," she said with a smile before she grabbed a
tissue and began whipping up the white-ish cream glaze on her lower belly.

   "How often you think Jack shoots his love-cream on Janice?" I asked.

   "I don't know; but probably a lot: ya know, so she knows he loves her,"
she replied.

   "Yeah, probably..." I reasoned.  "I should probably shoot my love-cream
on your belly as much as possible..."

   "Maybe even everyday..." Cynthia said with a giggle.
   "We could do it after school before Mom and Dad get home," I suggested.