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Subject: My Sister Jean III (m/f, inc, con, voy)
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MY SISTER JEAN
By BillyG
Chapter 3 -- Our First Sex
Suddenly dropping her raised leg, she pushed one hand into her
skirt-covered crotch and seemed to cup herself as she asked, "Just what do
you think about, Billy? I mean, what do you think about me when
you, uh, do it?" She'd taken the bait!
By this time I'd decided to turn up the intensity. Screw this pussy
footing around. Let's get going. "Okay, Sis, I'll tell you everything . . .
everything you want to know . . . I'll tell it all, but first, you've got to tell
me something. I'm way ahead of you and I'm feeling kinda funny about it
like I'm all alone. Know what I mean? So, before I spill the beans,
you've gotta tell me things. Like I know that girls do it too. And I suspect
that you're just like everyone else, so you probably do it as well . . . but I
wanna know just how *you* do it." I'd emphasized the "you" so she'd talk
about herself and not about girls in general.
By this time her skirt was half way up her thighs and we were both
cupping ourselves shamelessly. "All right you horndog, I'll tell you. Yes.
Yes, I do it . . . a lot. I've been doing it for years . . . ever since I was nine.
Usually I do it when I'm in bed, late at night, but sometimes I just wake up
hot and have to do it again. Lately I've had to do it in the day time, and
then I go, well, you probably know where I go. You go there all the time!"
Now her skirt was at her hips and I could see her hands over her
panty crotch. I slipped my hand inside my pants to adjust my dick, noisily
sucking air between my teeth. It was all hard and caught bent in my
underpants. She stopped talking and watched me, so I kept my hand inside
my pants, holding my cock.
This was working better than my wildest dreams. I'd hoped we might
"talk dirty" and here we were, touching ourselves openly. I was getting
more excited by the minute. I could hardly sit still. The loving feeling I
had for my sister right then almost choked me up.
"Sis, I wanna tell you how sexy you are right now. You are just
beautiful. I love to look at your legs and I love to see you there and I'm
going crazy trying to see more of you. God, this is HOT and I don't know
if I can stand it!"
Jean, it appeared, had crossed some emotional line of propriety in her
mind. The shy, embarrassed girl was gone and the provocative, sexy
woman was emerging. She was enjoying herself and she was turned on by
seeing me turned on. She'd entered the game without reservation. I just
knew that. I didn't know where this was going, but I was sure of one
thing, it was getting more powerful and going *somewhere* and I was
going with it.
I suppose like most boys, I didn't imagine a girl would be interested in
looking at my dick; still, Jean had been watching me throttle my hard cock
through my pants for the last several minutes. Suddenly, I knew what to
do. Pulling my zipper down, I pushed my hand through my open fly and
grasping my cock, I looked at my sister and said, "Show me, Jean . . . show
me yours."
Looking up through her lowered lashes, she smiled and said nothing but
slid one hand into her panties and between her legs. The wet crotch of her
panties were bulged with her fingers and I could see some dark brown
pussy hair where the pants were pulled away. My sister was really calling
my hand, imitating me and teasing me at the same time. When I began to
move my hand, she moved hers. It looked like she was running one finger
up and down her slit, pausing at the top to make little circles.
Put up or shut up, I thought as I pulled my boner out of my pants.
There! No accident this. I was showing my hard-on to my sister and
waiting to see what she'd do . . . run or join in. Then she surprised me.
Suddenly standing, she reached up inside her skirt and pulled her panties
off. Stepping out of them, she rolled them in a ball and motioned to throw
them down, but then, as if having a second thought, she let them unroll and
held them up for me to see. Rolling her eyes, she shrugged and tossed
them onto my chest as she sat back down.
My dreams . . . my wet dreams were coming true. My sister's warm
panties were mine. The crotch was quite wet and her scent was strong
when I pulled them to my nose. Her panties stolen from the clothes
hamper were hot, but nothing like the fresh wet and warm ones she'd just
stripped from her bottom. I could hardly believe that my sister, sweet Jean,
knew what I wanted and flaunted it for me.
Shaking my head, as to clear it, I stood up and skinned out of my jeans
and underpants. My dick almost slapped my belly as it sprang up. I stood
there a moment, my hips slightly thrust forward, cock at attention and
asked, "Is this what you wanted to see?"
"Yes. And is *this* what you've been trying to see?" She pulled her
skirt up and spread her legs for me. I was seeing now, for the first time,
my sister's naked pussy. God, it was beautiful. Her pubic hair was curly
and thick on top. It was trimmed on the sides and on the lips. My innocent
sister trimmed her pussy hair! Where have I been this century?
Scooting her hips forward, our legs overlapped as she scrunched her
bottom toward me. Her splayed legs pulled the lips of her pussy apart just a
little and I could see a wet pink inside. The scent of pussy was heavy in the
air and I so wanted to bury my face in her crotch. Below her partially-open
cunt, I could just see her puckered anus. She was showing me her asshole!
My dick lurched again, precome wetting the area around the pee hole.
I hunched my bottom closer to her and slid my legs farther over her's
as I continued to stroke my woody. The tip of my cock was only inches
from her pussy. I could see her clit as she pulled the hood back. She was
showing me her little hard-on. By now I was so excited I didn't know what
I wanted. I wanted it all. I wanted to jack off, to watch her jack off. I
wanted to smell her, to taste her. I wanted her to touch me, to touch my
cock, my balls, my ass. I was nearing circuit overload. I couldn't think.
Scrunching forward again, I muttered something like, "Let me touch
your clitty with my dick, Jean . . . Oh, God . . . let me touch you!"
She was beyond speech and answered with her pelvis. She thrust her
hips to me until our sexes touched . . . until the head of my dick, almost
purple with stasis, touched the hard nubbin of her cunt. I was mindless. I
had no idea what I was doing or what to do. I began mindlessly slapping
her clit with my dick, between the inverted "V" of her fingers that were
splaying her pussy lips open. Slap, slap, slap . . . I masturbated myself as I
softly beat her clit.
Once again, my world constricted. Visions and images swam before
me. I couldn't tell fantasy from reality. My sister's pussy. The smell of
her juice. My hard, curved and shining cock pounding on her pussy . . . on
her clit. Slap, slap, slap. Her wet fingers . . . red nails . . . holding open her
pussy. Groaning sounds . . . strained, garbled, meaningless speech, "Pussy
. . . cunt . . . shit . . . piss . . . fuck . . . Oh, Christ . . . I'm coming."
"Come on me, come on me, come on me," she chanted over and over as
I squirted ropy spurts of white jism on her chest, on her stomach and then
onto her pussy hair. From far away, I thought I heard her scream. I
must have blacked out for a moment. My next aware sensation was being
held. Jean had my cock in her hand and was holding it softly, cooing as she
stroked it like a feather. My body spasmed again, a jerk that pushed an
unbidden grunt from my chest.
"God, Jean . . . shit . . . Jesus H. Christ! I can't believe this happened.
It was unbelievable . . .incredible . . . fantastic."
"Oh, Billy," she whispered. "Please hold me, won't you? I do love
you so!"
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