Romance with a sister

Our relationship developed slowly. Initially, we were relatives, but... I was only a year older, and I had great relationships with girls. By the time we became intimate, you weren't my first.

That day, you were taking a long shower, I knocked on the door for about five minutes, demanding your immediate surrender. I don't know what came over me then. You opened the door, covering yourself only with the shower curtain, which immediately clung to your wet body, and through it, I saw the sharp nipples on your round, perky breasts, the curve of your waist, and the soft, narrow line of your hips... With your golden-tanned hand, you leaned against the bathroom wall.

 — Are

you going to let me wash my hair? — you asked, frowning sternly.

I tore my eyes away from your body and nodded, probably with a dumb expression on my face.

I closed the bathroom door. Went to the kitchen and started searching my pockets for cigarettes. I felt terribly aroused!!!

I was in such a hurry to shower because I was running late for a date. She was quite lovely: with big blue eyes that looked so beautiful with her shiny black hair.

After a couple of cigarettes, you came out of the shower, wrapped in a thin towel (we always used those in the summer because it was very hot), and as you walked, the outlines of your slender hips showed through it. I quickly rinsed off and ran out of the house, barely making it on time!

Dasha (that was the name of that blue-eyed sweetie) lived in a very green area, dotted with parks, so we agreed to meet at her place. She greeted me at the metro with a warm embrace. I smiled at her in confusion, taking her into my arms. Today, her eyes seemed even bigger because her hair was up, revealing her thin white neck, sharp bare shoulders, and well-shaped arms. Dasha had small but noticeable breasts, so she didn't bother with bras, and as she said herself, she only wore panties, and only in winter. Today she was wearing a flowing beige dress without straps, with a skirt just above the knee. Honestly, with her fragility, she seemed like a vision to me. We held hands and demonstratively went for a walk.

She ran her hand over my torso as we lay on the grass in the park and pulled up my T-shirt.

 — I love abs, — she whispered before shoving her tongue into my mouth.

My hand slid from her shoulder to her breast, barely touching it, just enough to make her nipples stand up a bit, and I pressed her to me, kissing her. After walking around, we went to her place to watch a movie. The film was great, and while it was on, her thin white hand stroked my chest, went down my stomach, and caressed the fly of my pants... Dasha was still sitting in that same little dress, her leg resting on my lap. I ran my hand up from her foot to her skirt, she shuddered and looked up at me with a challenge. I lifted the thin skirt with my finger and continued. Indeed, she only wore panties in winter;) I moved my hand to the inside of her thigh, where the skin was so tender and sensitive, the girl smiled and closed her eyes.

Running her fingers through my hair, this big-eyed sweetie unbuttoned the fly of my jeans and began stroking my erect cock through the thin cotton of my underwear. With my fingers, I caressed her pussy: her labia, barely touching the skin, lightly touching her clit, massaging her pubic mound. She moaned softly, I lifted her up and sat her on my lap. I pulled her dress down to her waist, exposing her perky little breasts and charming, toned tummy. We kissed, sliding our tongues into each other's mouths, licking and sucking them, she pulled off my T-shirt and with her small hands stroked my body, rubbing her pussy and clit against the head of my cock. I caressed her nipples and squeezed her breasts in my palms, which were still a bit too big for those breasts, stroked her back with my hands... and sometimes remembered what I had seen in the bathroom, and got even more aroused. Finally, I seized the moment, and lifting her with me, pulled off my clothes, freeing my cock, which pressed against her pubic mound. She shuddered, I lifted her by the hips and sat her down on it. Dasha gasped and placed her fingers on my shoulders, sank down onto it completely and began to move, rising and arching very slowly. She kissed my neck and moaned.

 — Twist my nipples... — she asked, to which I gladly obliged. She moaned and sped up the pace a little, and after a few minutes, she moved my hands to her hips so I could help her. I licked my finger and began massaging her anus, she nodded excitedly. — Yes! — she moaned — yes! Deeper! Fuck your bitch!

This extremely aroused me, I began impaling her on my cock with all my might and fucking her ass with my finger, enjoying her screams and pleas not to stop. I took her off me, put her on her knees on the floor, and pushed her in the back. She fell, sprawled on the carpet with her ass up. Open, firm ass.

 — Where do you want me to enter? — I asked.

 — Please, faster, — the girl moaned in response — I haven't tried anal yet, but do what you want!

 — Maybe — I didn't finish and entered her vagina, sharply and quickly several times — she twitched and whispered something incoherent. My little one came, I turned her onto her back, put a couch cushion under her head, and put my cock to her mouth. She took it in her mouth and began sucking, smacking her lips. I came soon after into her mouth, and she swallowed and swallowed, and then sucked some more until it went soft.

I lay down next to her on the carpet.

 — Mmmmmmmmmm... Listen, the neighbor will be here soon, we should clean up here and get dressed.

 — Okay, let's get you dressed — I said, pulling her dress back on.

We chatted and cleaned up the traces of our orgy from the broken vase and the finished movie, after which I left.

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