Don't go, children...

I had long been curious about what girls hide in their panties. I had become acquainted with masturbation and already wanted girls to be curious about what I had. One day, our whole family went to visit relatives in some distant village. We drove and drove and finally arrived. The car broke down. We stopped near some dacha plots. By evening, dad realized he couldn't fix the car himself. But he remembered that some acquaintances of his might live in these dachas, and went to scout. He returned happy and led us to spend the night. Dad brought us to a small house, and he and his friend went to get a truck to tow ours for repairs. The hostess

fed us all, and mom stayed with her, while we went to the river to feed the mosquitoes. We hadn't even left before we were running back. Since it was already late, we all went to bed. Mom and the dacha hostess lay on one bed, my two sisters and I slept on the second, and the hostess's children were made up a bed on the floor. Everyone quickly fell asleep, only I for some reason couldn't. I was lying against the wall, my older sister slept in the middle, and the younger one on the edge. I lay on my side and looked at my older sister. In the moonlight, her breasts and pretty face were clearly visible. She was a year older than me and I really liked her. I pushed the blanket down and put my hand on her breast. Through her camisole, nothing special could be felt, so I pulled up her nightgown. Feeling her panties, I realized that wouldn't work either. I carefully started slipping my hand into her panties and found hair. Pushing my hand further, I found (!) more hair. Is there nothing there? Moving my hand through the hair searching for the hole they pee from, I discovered a longitudinal indentation, a long groove under the hair. If it's not like everywhere else, then there must be something. I tried to burrow my finger into that hair and found a place not covered by hair. It was soft and felt like lips. I thoughtfully moved my finger and felt it become slippery and wet. Now everything changed — there were some ridges and another indentation. It was hot and slippery. The tip of my finger easily went in, but my sister started breathing restlessly. I froze, waited for her to calm down, and continued exploring. She became restless again. I slowly removed my hand and adjusted her nightgown. I really wanted to cum. I waited for my sister to fall asleep so I could go outside. For some reason, she pulled up her nightgown and put her own hand in her panties. I realized she was itchy there because I had disturbed something. She'll scratch now, remove her hand, and fall asleep. But my sister had no intention of stopping. So that's how it is! I turned onto my back and accidentally nudged her with my elbow, she then turned onto her side facing me and slept, continuing to move her hand in her panties. She put her left hand on my stomach. Lifting the edge of my own underwear, I placed her hand on my hard dick and closed her fingers into a fist. Praising myself for my quick thinking, I came up with something else. She started breathing just like I did when I jerked my bean. At that moment, I woke her up by giving her a slight nudge with my elbow. I lay with my eyes closed and heard her stop touching herself, and her hand squeezed my carrot, then again. I was ready to dance with joy. She squeezed my balls and returned her hand to my penis. I knew I wouldn't last long. She was breathing loudly and twitching a little, but didn't forget about me. I strained with all my might and, clenching my teeth, flooded my stomach. It felt very good, much better than usual. My sister stroked my stomach and touched herself even more vigorously. When she started moaning softly, I got scared she'd wake everyone. I whispered to her:

"Why aren't you sleeping? Can't you be quieter?"

She pushed me with her knees and started breathing loudly into the pillow. The bed shook. The next day, I wanted to ask her about everything, but couldn't get her alone. By evening, we set off and arrived at the village at night. We had dinner, went to the bathhouse, and went to bed. I had slept in the car, so I tossed and turned for a long time, then got up. I wanted to figure everything out completely and went to my sisters' room. I wanted to wake my sister and talk. She was sleeping on her back without a blanket, one leg dangling off the bed. I couldn't see well in the dark, so I closed the door and turned on the light. My sister was snoring so sweetly that I changed my mind about waking her. Having already decided to leave, I thought I could wake her in a way that would be pleasant for her. I wanted to pull down her panties and touch her like yesterday. I pulled up the hem of her nightgown and saw she wasn't wearing any panties. This made the task easier, and I started stroking her everything the way I had done before. I sat down beside her and diligently got to work. Feeling moisture, I started examining my sister there. Everything was beautiful but confusing, and to get her to explain everything to me sooner, I started moving my fingers faster. She didn't wake up on her own, but I understood she was close to cumming. She was moaning, trembling finely, and when my finger entered that warm little hole, she squeezed it pleasantly. It seemed to me that her trembling started right there and then spread throughout her body. It was time to wake her. I shook my sister by the shoulder and called her name. She woke up but continued moaning and trembling.

"What are you doing here?"

"Tell me everything. What were you doing yesterday and why?"

"First help me, then I'll tell you everything, everything and show you."

"What do I need to do?"

"The same thing you were doing with your fingers, but now with your tongue."

She lay across the bed, spread her legs, and I timidly touched my tongue to her pink thing, which made her twitch slightly toward me. I ran my tongue from bottom to top and she moaned loudly.

"Press with your lips and move your tongue, in the hole and on top. AAHH!"

I repeated both movements and my sister trembled violently and pressed my head against her. I moved my tongue as fast as I could. She started whimpering and, pressing my head even harder, shook her whole body violently. With my mouth, I felt everything pulsing and some sourish, but not unpleasant, liquid flowing. She let me go, breathing heavily, and I lay down next to her. She told me everything and showed me on herself and asked me to do it to her again. After my sister rested, she pulled off my underwear and I understood why my tongue felt so good to her. Later, we did this very often, until my sister got married and moved away.