Must Read: Me, My Sister And Her Friends (18 )

6 years ago

Must Read: Me, My Sister And Her Friends (18 )

* “He wasn’t doing anything anyway,” Lauren laughs as she rubs her friends back.
My right hand is all over Lauren’s back, touching and stroking while I kiss the top of her head. This is as intimate as we’ve been. It’s almost like she participated. She was right there, I was touching her while I was f—–g Kristina! Unfu-Ckingbelievable! “I should probably go,” Kristina says, sitting up with a big smile on her face. “My sister will be home soon. I should be there.” She lifts herself up and my sheathed c–k flops onto my stomach. “I’ll get my stuff.”

After Kristina leaves the room, Lauren lifts my c–k, sloppy with Kristina’s juices and removes the condom. “This guy’s gotten quite a workout today,” she smiles as she wraps the used condom in a tissue. D–n! Could this day get any wilder?

Rolling her body onto mine, Lauren stretches out so her p—y is directly against my spent c–k and her b—–s are mashed into my chest. Looking into my eyes she says, “You should probably walk Kristina home. It’s late and her house will be dark.”

“I probably should,” I agree, wrapping my arms around my sister and holding her against me.
Pressing her lips against mine, she gives me a quick kiss and rolls back off.

“Hurry back,” she says, wiping the mixed juices from her abdomen. Who knows what that was all about? No doubt my sister is h—y as hell after watching all the f—–g this afternoon. Are we about to cross the line? I’m certainly going to hurry back. F–k!

Kristina only lives a few houses away and it takes us about five minutes to walk there. She unlocks the door and I go in with her until she has the lights on and feels safe.

“Brandon,” she says, pulling me against her. “I know what you said about not getting hurt and I’m not expecting anything to change between us…” She kisses me long and hard. “But just so you know, if you just want to get la!d you know where to find me.”

“I may come looking, Kristina,” I answer, honestly. “But you should be looking for guys closer to your own age.” I kiss her again like a lover’s reluctant goodbye and head home to find out what’s going on with my sister.

Lauren is no longer Unclad, she’s slipped on a man’s dress shirt, buttoning the bottom two buttons and leaving most of her b—–s exposed.

“I cleaned up and put the sheets in the washer,” she says as I walk in the door. “How’s Kristina?”

“She told me to call her anytime I want to get la!d,” I answer, smiling.

“Thank you for doing that,” Lauren says, stepping close and giving me a hug. “And for everything.”

“Yeah, well you owe me,” I say with a mock pout. “Pimping me out to all your friends. Making me eat their pussies and f–k them like I’m some kind of s-x slave.”

“Awww, poor baby,” Lauren says, touching my cheek. “How can I ever repay you for such debauchery?” She’s standing close, looking into my eyes.

“Is this my shirt?” I ask, grabbing the edges of the material and twisting them outward to expose her b—–s.

“I felt weird cleaning the house Unclad,” she shrugs. “Do you mind?”
“Mind?” I say pulling her closer to me. “This is really crossing the line, Lauren!” I tell her with mock anger. “It’s one thing for us to be kissing, touching and going down on each other but wearing my clothes, that’s just too much!”

“Too much what?” she asks pressing her body against me.

“Too much intimacy!” I answer. “Take it off this instant!”

“If you insist,” she says with exaggerated bashfulness. “By the way, that’s three things, not one,” she says as she unbuttons the bottom two buttons and drops my shirt to the floor.
“What’s three things?” I ask, honestly confused.

“Kissing, touching and oral s-x,” she smiles as she unbuttons my shirt, the one I’m wearing. “That’s three things and you said it is one thing.” Her hand has slid inside my open shirt and she’s gliding her palm over my bare chest.

“Well, just don’t cross that line again,” I admonish her with dramatic flare. “You’re my sister and there are certain lines we just shouldn’t cross.”

“Like wearing your clothes?” she asks, as she slips my shirt off my shoulders.