Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

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I thought she was joking. Being playful. Flirty. But not three hours later, when I’d turned into bed — haunted by the usual naughty older brother remorse — there was a knock on my door.

Jennifer walked in without even waiting for me to answer. She strutted into the room, wearing a silky robe that was a bit like a sexy kimono. As soon as she saw me looking, she peeled it off. My sister was completely naked. Her body was amazing. I thought I’d gotten a good look before. I had no idea.

The room was dark, but I saw plenty by the moonlight. Her broad shoulders tapered down to a tiny bubble butt. Slim hips and long legs. Her breasts, full and perky like only a twenty-year-old’s could be, were topped by small, coral nipples that pointed to daylight. Her bush was trimmer than I’d seen before, covering what looked to be a nice, tidy pussy.

Jennifer didn’t wait to see my reaction. She climbed onto my bed and lewdly spread her legs. A moment later, she dipped her hands into her sex and started stroking. First just playing lightly with her labia. I sat up to get a better view. There was something almost artful in it. My naked sister recumbent in the bluish light of the city, stroking herself.

Jennifer found her clit and started rubbing faster. Little gasps escaped her lips. She dipped her lithe fingers into her pussy. One. Then two. Pumping and rubbing at the same time.

The most erotic thing, though, wasn’t the abandon with which my sister rubbed herself off. Nor was it the jiggling of her breasts or the increasingly louder grunts that slipped out of her mouth. It was her eyes. Big and emerald and staring right at me.

This wasn’t a shy exposition. It wasn’t a tentative act. My sister wasn’t pretending to be somewhere else, watched by another man. She was masturbating for her brother; it was inescapable.

Jennifer’s eyes crossed slightly. Her strokes stuttered. She made a long, low growl followed by a short, hard intake of breath. She dropped to her back.

“AH!” Jennifer exclaimed. Her body went completely stiff. Adorably, her little toes were the only part of her body that moved. A cute, little tremble. Then she went limp. “Ahhhhhh.”

A moment later, she rolled off the bed, grabbing her silk robe off the floor.

“Good?” I asked.

“Amazing,” Jennifer said. Then she left my bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

*

I spent the whole next day at work rehearsing the speech I would give my sister when I got home. About appropriate behavior and self-control.

As soon as I opened the door to my apartment, it all went out the window.

Jennifer was sitting on the couch completely naked. Engrossed in a story. She patted the far cushion, like inviting me for tea. I stripped down to nothing and joined her. She briefly appraised my body, then gave me an approving smile.

“You read the ones I sent this morning?” Jennifer asked. I’d been so wrapped up in what I was supposed to say, I hadn’t even noticed.

“Not yet,” I said.

“Awesome,” Jennifer said, “We’ll do one together.”

What she meant by ‘do one’ is that we both started the story at the same time. Within minutes, Jennifer’s hand was between her legs. My hand was around my dick. We raced forward together.

My sister reached her climax first. She gasped and threw her head back. I was about to follow her over the edge when her hand shot out and grabbed my dick.

“Oh fuck. Jen!”

“Don’t,” she said, squeezing a bit too hard, “Not yet.”

I gave her a dubious look. My sister had just orgasmed on my couch and now had her soft, feminine hand on my cock. Asking me to hold back seemed a bit unfair.

“Edge,” she said, “Like always.”

I let out a deep sigh of either resignation or exasperation. Probably both. When my muscles relaxed, Jennifer took her hand off my dick. It flagged sightly, like trying to wave her back down. An anxious puppy, wondering where his treat went.

“That was awesome,” Jennifer said.

“The, um, the orgasm?” How was it that I could have the thing, yet not be able to talk about it?

“No, silly,” Jennifer said, little sister frisky, “I mean, yes. It was nice. But holding that awesome big brother dick was downright fantastic.”

My face flashed red, but it didn’t stop my sister.

“And I do mean big brother,” Jennifer said, “You are packing.”

“You’ve been reading too many of those stories,” I said.

“And who’s fault is that?” Jennifer asked, vamping.

I shook my head and got up to make dinner. After we ate, Jennifer and I shared another story. She got off but, again, didn’t let me. This time, I was able to stop on my own.

“How long does it take to have another big one?” she asked as I panted. I was holding my dick like I was squeezing the release on a grenade. Which, considering the chances of explosion, wasn’t too far off.

“Usually, I like to go at least three days,” I said, “But the way we’re doing things? I mean, I’m probably primed right now.”Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Jennifer’s eyes went eager. “OK, day after tomorrow,” she said, “Promise.”


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