“What part of me makes you get hard?” she asked
There were 100 reasons to get hard looking at her, but I wasn’t ready to share any of them. I started to feel a bit shy thinking about it, so I pointed at her crotch and said “I can pretty much see your pussy from here.”
She pulled up her shirt and I could see her flat stomach and sexy curved round hips. Her panties were completely uncovered now. There was a small black satin bow at the top of her underwear, and short wisps of blonde hair peaking out all along the crease between her inner thigh and her panties.
She looked down at herself. “But it’s all covered,” she said with a shrug.
“Doesn’t matter,” I said, “Your legs were open enough that I could see the the pink material of your panties. The material barely covers your lips. Even the little blonde hairs around the edges are hot, so seeing them makes me get hard.
She used her finger to pull her panties slightly to one side, and more of her pussy was exposed. My cock started throbbing when she did it.
“Seeing the hair on my pussy makes you hard?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said “especially when you’re sitting right in front of me. All I can concentrate on is your panties and all I can think about is what it would be like to touch your,” I stopped. I was probably sharing too much.
“Do you want me to move or cover up so you don’t see it?” Amy asked.
I knew what my answer should have been, but I was enjoying the view and I didn’t want it to end, “No,” I said “Don’t cover it up.”
Neither one of us knew what to say next. Amy leaned back in the chair a bit, and let her legs spread even further. It was hot to watch and I could feel my cock start to ache.
“Why do you want to see it?” I asked, gesturing vaguely to the bulge that was still in my shorts.
“I’ve never really scene one, and I guess because you’re my brother, you wouldn’t expect anything from me, so it would be safe.” she replied.
“If I show it to you, would you let me see yours too?” I asked
“Let me think about that,” she replied.
About a minute passed while we looked at each others underwear, not sure what to do next. I broke the silence.
“Do I get you wet?” I asked.
“What the hell would you know about getting a girl wet?” she laughed.
I panicked a little. I only knew women got wet from reading porn. “I uh, I fingered Donna Jones once, that’s how.” I tried to sound to confident.
“You fingered Donna do ya wanna?” She questioned.
“Yes, under the stands at school, during gym class. She asked me to put my had down her sweat pants and I did. She was wet down there.” I replied.
I was completely bullshitting, I had thought about putting my hand down her pants millions of times, but I never even had the guts to talk to Donna.
“Wow, you’ve touched a girl,” Amy said, “You’re full of surprises today.”
“Yes, I’ve touched a girl before, I even went all the way once,” I said. Not wanting Amy to think I was a loser.
“Oh really?” Amy said “When was that?”
“I don’t remember actual date, but Donna pretended to be sick one day so she could stay home from school. Both her parents work so I went to her house and we did it.” I replied.
I was talking pretty slow so I had time to make stuff up. Clearly I needed to change the subject fast. So I did.
“Why did you say you’d never seen a penis before, you had a boyfriend last year didn’t you?” I asked.
The question caught her off guard. “We only did it in the dark,” she said quickly.
“So you never got to actually see his…?” I questioned.
“No, If I had, I wouldn’t have asked to to see yours would I?” She said sarcastically.
We both looked at each other for a while, she was leaning even further back in the chair, her legs were resting on it’s arms. It was a glorious view and the small wet spot on her panties had grown.
“You go first,” I said.
“No way!” she said, “You go first.”
“I’ll take of my shorts, when you take off your panties,” I said, looking her straight in the eyes.
“Ok, we will do it together, get ready” she said, my heart was pounding so hard in my chest. “one… two… three.”
She slipped her pink panties under her ass and took them off in one graceful motion, it was like watching a ballerina. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
I tried to pull my shorts down, but they got caught on my raging erection. I finally had to reach inside my shorts and hold my cock against my body to get them all the way down.
She was staring at my groin now, waiting for me to move my hand. When I did, I heard her gasp. “Holy shit,” she said, “You’re…”
She went quiet.
I suddenly felt overwhelmingly insecure and I reached for a pillow to cover up again when I heard her say “Don’t.” Her voice was gentle and reassuring.
I paused, then looked her in the eyes. They were so blue now, and the edges were softly drawn down. Her expression was a mix of desire and uncertainty. I put the pillow back down on the bed.
My eyes travelled down her body, past her t-shirt. to her naked pussy. She had kept her legs apart so the view was incredible. The wispy blonde hair from her pussy lips was all wrapped neatly toward the small opening they were guarding. The blond hair above her pussy was trimmed short and looked very sensual against her olive tone skin.
The edges of her lips glistened in the light from the lamp beside the bed and they looked swollen like ripe hanging fruit. Her clit was bright pink and stuck out from under the hood of soft flesh that it would normally be hidden under. It looked like a large ocean pearl that marked the opening of a secret cave few get to explore.
Amy looked down at herself, “better than Donna?” she asked.
“Better than everybody,” I replied, trying hard to be calm.
The intensity of the moment shattered the instant we herd a knock on the door. “You guys ready for bed?” Mom called from outside.
Amy leapt off the chair and dove into the bed. We both scrambled to get under the sheets.
“Yes” Amy yelled back, “Goodnight Mom.”
I followed quickly with “See you in the morning,” as casually as I could.
We both stared at the door and waited. Silently praying, please don’t open it! While we held our breath.
My heart was in overdrive, I could feel it, ka-bam, ka-bam, ka-bam… It felt like an eternity for Mom to reply “Ok then, see you at 8 am sharp, goodnight.”
Then footsteps walking away.
“Holy shit that was close!” I said. finally getting to breathe. Amy was beside me in the bed now, and she had to turn to face me. As she did she, I reached out to steady her and my hand came to rest on her breast.
“Oh, sorry,” I said, and I pulled my hand away.
Amy didn’t acknowledge my apology. “I’m glad mom didn’t catch us,” she said.
“Me too”, I replied, “that would have been crazy awkward.”
Amy paused before she spoke again “was your hand on my breast on purpose or by accident?”
“Accident,” I replied quickly.
“Don’t you want to touch them?” she asked, “I mean, don’t they look nice?”
“I’m sure they’re perfect Amy, but I only really touched it for half a second,” I replied.
Amy sat up and took off her t-shirt. Her beautiful B sized breasts emerged in all their 20 year old glory. Small deep red nipples on quarter sized areolas, slightly turned up and athletically firm. She laid back down on the bed and said, “Now would you like to touch them?”
Without saying anything, I reached across her body, using my arms to support myself. I looked straight down into her eyes and the cupid shaped lips on her mouth. In that moment I completely forgot that she was my sister.
“Yes, I want to touch them,” I said, “But first I have to know how this feels.”
I found all my courage and leaned down and kissed her.
Her mouth opened and I felt her lips meet mine. We took turns gently licking each others lips and tongue. The sensation sending shivers all over my body. We kept kissing, as I shifted my body so I could be supported by one elbow. I ran my free hand over her shoulders and down to her perfect young breasts.
She was breathing much harder now. My fingers traced around her areolas and I felt her adjust so her nipple could be in its path. I ran my open hand over it, admiring it’s hardness and she arched her back, almost pleading with me to touch her more.
I pushed the blankets off of us and saw that one of her hands was already between her legs, gently rubbing her very swollen clit. It was the most erotic thing I had ever scene. Her breathing deepened, and I felt her other hand begin to wrap around the head of my cock. I was leaking precum everywhere and it lubricated her hand better than anything I had ever used.
I brought my free hand down and put it on top of the one she was been using to please herself. I copied everything she was doing, and once I had the movement perfected, she slipped her hand out and started fondling her breast with it.
My fingers began to massage her clit, exactly as she had shown me. She was so wet my fingers were dripping immediately. I pressed her clit a bit harder and she moaned in pleasure. I kept rubbing it and her hips started to grind. I held my hand still and she was lifting off the bed to rub her pussy in into it.
She started making new breathy noises and it took me a second to understand what she wanted. “please, mack me, please, mack me,” she said, almost begging me to help her.
Then I understood, please make me. She wanted me to make her cum!
I pressed my fingers on her clit more firmly and teased the swollen exposed pearl. The result was immediate, she closed her legs and squeezed my hand between her thighs as her body spasmed wildly. Her legs flew open momentarily and slammed closed my hand again. This time her body curled in a fetal position and she whimpered as her body continued to shake.
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