My little sister

The story began quite a long time ago—around kindergarten age. As far as my consciousness could remember any details, she was already present in it—Sasha. She lived with her parents not too far from us, but meeting by chance was problematic. However, with a certain regularity, namely—almost every weekend—she would appear at our house. Overnight stays were very common, but then, in addition to her and her mother, Sasha's sister, who was four years older, would join. Sasha and I were the same age. They always slept in a separate room, as our house was large—with many rooms—so, unfortunately, the rooms

separated us. And, by and large, there was little that could change that. So. Sasha was a rather shy girl, and I was also modest, and, of course, a bit clueless about the relationships between girls and boys (we were about 5 years old at the time). As I was later told—she didn't come over for no reason, but specifically to see me, just to sit in the same room with me. Frankly, I didn't care at all.

But time passed—we studied in parallel classes, didn't communicate much, and didn't meet very often. After school, I left for another city to study, while she stayed. But the most interesting part began when I came back on vacation (since, besides studying, my main activity was work). We met by chance and decided to go cycling; it was mid-July. She was wearing short shorts and a tank top, her slender legs were alluring, and her firm, tightly-clad bottom displayed itself in all its glory on the bicycle seat, drawing attention to her sweet buttocks. She didn't boast large breasts, but in my opinion—smaller breasts look even sexier in a tank top. After the ride, we drank beer at my place, and I decided to kiss her. At that moment, she seemed incredibly sexy to me. But she ignored my kiss, and we went about other things as if nothing had happened.

I put on music for atmosphere, and Sasha settled into an armchair, placing her feet on the edge of the chair. While we were chatting, she occasionally, out of boredom, would spread her legs, and I could see the edge of her labia; on one of them, a small mole was charmingly visible. Her shorts had a lining and were worn without panties. At first, I glanced furtively, but then I stared, and she noticed. As it turned out, she was wearing a swimsuit top instead of a bra, as at that moment, her aroused nipples became sexually apparent through her clothing. Completely embarrassed, Sasha jumped up and said she urgently needed to run. The next day we met, and since I had to leave, we agreed that she would come with me to another city for a couple of days as a guest.

Her sweet pussy and slender legs raised my cock with one sharp wave. Without getting out of bed, I reached out and stroked my sister's thighs, to which she seemed to pay no attention. Then my hand slid over her firm buttocks. It was as if I was struck by electricity; I rolled off the bed, crouched behind her, and finally lifted her skirt. Between her labia, a drop of her fragrant juice was already glistening. She was rubbing her thighs together, causing her lips to play and curve. When I touched them from behind with my tongue, Sasha shuddered and made some incomprehensible sound. Then I persistently ran my tongue along her perineum, tasting her scent. Sasha didn't resist—she apparently wanted it herself. I began to lick her (as she asked me to call it) pussy. etales.ru From pleasure and arousal, the lips of her pussy swelled and revealed the hidden entrance to my sister's vagina. I laid her on the bed, pulling off her top and exposing her sweet breasts with miniature nipples, but so sharp that when aroused, they were like two peaks. I couldn't get enough of playing with them, licking, nibbling, rolling them between my fingers, while Sasha kept moaning and writhing.