Two nights later I woke up with my sister in my bed, her fingers encircled my limp cock. She moved her right hand to my stomach and pressed me away, her lips moved, the words silent but I understood “Take my panties off.”
I pulled out of her in a prolonged withdrawal. I’d had enough of my sister. I turned and looked up into her face, she had refreshed her makeup, her dark blonde hair hung as a loose pony tail, she smiled down on me. Her eyes rolled up to my face, she put a hand over her own mouth and suppressed a moan. It was about 11 when I heard mom and dad go to bed. Of course I liked it. I stepped back and she stood so I could pull her underwear down. I started awake and looked at the glowing green digits of my clock, 12:39. I felt what you did and it was kind of, uh, kind of –” she couldn’t explain how she felt about me feeling her up but she was blushing. When I lifted her skirt and pierced her body she arched her back, gasped then moaned.
