A Lingering Morning
The trill of the alarm clock tore me from sleep, what a pity. I was having such a dream... I can't remember all the details, but judging by my stiff member, it was very arousing. Nothing to be done, time to get up. I glanced at the neighboring bed, where my little sister was sleeping, and as always, with headphones in her ears. And naturally, she didn't hear that damn alarm.
I went to the window to look at those unlucky enough to get up even earlier than me. Gloomy people, a gloomy morning. How I understand them. I envy people who have the opportunity not to rush through life without living in poverty. What can you do, not everyone is so lucky.
I turned around with the intention of waking
Marinka up and couldn't hold back a smile. A bad girl, a very bad girl. If her father saw her, he'd give that lovely bottom a good lashing with his belt. This naughty girl has a habit of sleeping without underwear, in a nightgown. I don't know how common that is among girls, but I'm not sure it's considered normal in the same room as a brother. Since it's only early September and still quite warm, she didn't even put on a nightgown and was lying there only in a tank top. Who knows what she was dreaming about, but the blanket was bunched up at her feet.I adore looking at her figure: small but beautiful breasts, a thin waist, an appetizing butt, and wonderful legs. Thanks to mom's genes and a love of dancing, which gave her these magnetic curves. Her pink heels were pulled up toward her bottom; she must have started getting cold. I couldn't deny myself the pleasure of examining this beauty up close. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I began to look her over from top to bottom. Dark blonde, slightly wavy hair fanned out across the pillow <a hrеf="">erotic stories . Closed eyes with long lashes. An upturned nose and full lips, always red because she likes to bite them, gave her an innocent, cute appearance. A slender neck with a quivering vein that you just want to kiss. Her tank top had exposed one nipple; a small pink gnome was mischievously looking forward, surrounded by an equally pink areola. One arm lay at her side, her hand resting on her stomach; the other she had tucked under her head. Neat fingers with small nails. I like her reluctance to grow long nails.
Lowering my eyes further, I took a closer look at what has troubled men for millennia of history. Soft hemispheres, velvety skin that stirs a burning desire to touch those buttocks. To squeeze them in my palms, to kiss them, to bite them... Many thoughts race through the mind at such moments. Although she had depilated her legs with admirable thoroughness and meticulousness, the razor had not yet touched her between the legs, which gave her an even more virginal appearance. A soft down of hair on her pubis and a little between her buttocks. No smoothly shaved Western porn actress can compare to this sight. The picture before me evoked strong emotions, ancient feelings, on an instinctual level.
What power, what influence the female body has over the male mind. Only now, looking at the clock, did I realize I had been looking at my little sister for ten minutes already. I leaned over to her and, inhaling the scent of her body, which smelled of some kind of flowers, kissed her on the cheek—"Time to get up, little one."