Edit Of Doing Exs Little Sister

This story is an edited version of "Doing ExGirlfriends Little Sister." Upon feedback and reflection, I wanted to see how this story sounded with corrected grammar and a revised flow. I will certainly take more care editing grammar on any future stories. I did not change the characters or the story. The words remain mine alone, as I did not use any form of artificial enhancements. I'm not a professional writer, and I know my writing has room for improvement, but what fun is there if I don't achieve that on my own?

Little sister was as cute as a button and so eager to please.

How this all started

He was alone again on a Friday night, no plans and no real prospects in line. It had been a while since he last spoke with his ex-girlfriend Trish. On that occasion he was forced to hear about how she partied with firemen in hot tubs. As his phone buzzed, he wasn't sure he even wanted to speak with her.

But then he thought, "You never know; maybe she wants to come over for sex."

He answered her call. Trish just went for the favor--not even an attempt to greet him, "Hey, I heard you have access to a pick-up truck?

He shook his head. "Well, nice to hear from you too, and yes, I do, but only I can drive it.

The company allows us to check out their small trucks on weekends, but an employee must be the driver. Why, what's up?"

Trish said, "Suzy's moving tomorrow, and she needs help, so I thought maybe you're free?"

His pride swallowed, "Well, I don't mind helping your sister, but I have to finish in time to get ready for my plans Saturday night."

In truth, he had no plans for Saturday, Sunday, or the following weekend.

Without any gratitude, Trish replied, "I'll give her your number and tell her you'll help her. Bye."

He was back to his solitude on a Friday night. He should have gone out to a club, but his friends were out of town, and he didn't want to go it alone. He was also stunned at the realization that Trish saw right through him. She knew he was not doing much these days. She also assumed that he'd probably do any favor she asked of him. Had he really sunk that low? He really needed to man up and get beyond Trish. Just one last favor, and he'd be done with her for good.

He'd never really paid much attention to Suzy during the time he was dating her older sister Trish. She was always so quiet and shy. She was usually in a sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants, so he never really picked up on how voluptuous her little figure was becoming.

He did recall that Suzy was usually on his side. Suzy was the one sister who tried to tip him off that his relationship with Trish was starting to unravel. She also took his side when Trish asked him to return some earrings he had bought for her as a surprise.

On that night he had hoped to surprise Trish at her parent's house with a gift; instead, she gave the earrings back to him and said, "One of these is flawed; you should return them for a matched perfect set."

As he left the house later that night, gift in hand, Suzy snuck up behind him and whispered, "That was so not cool; I'm so sorry she did that to your lovely gift."

Suzy had blossomed into a sexier version of her older sister. At just nineteen, her face had matured from a cherubic baby face to a delicate, young, womanly look. Suzy was about two inches shorter than 5'3" Trish but about the same weight at 105 lbs.

Suzy wouldn't be considered chubby; she was definitely curvy. Instead of Trish's slim, perky B cups, Suzy sprouted full C cups with matching, firm, round buttocks. Kind of like a hot actress in a teen movie, bouncy, with firm assets.

Helping Suzy Move

He knew this was a bad idea from the beginning; he thought to himself, "I don't care if it seems like Suzy's the one who is coming on to me; it's not right to mess around with your ex-girlfriend's little sister. You're a real shithead if you cross this line!"

He had just carried the last box from the truck upstairs into the apartment bedroom. For both he and Suzy, it had been a long afternoon of setting up furniture and carrying boxes. It was all so worth it for Suzy. She sat tired, seated at the foot of her freshly made bed, taking in the new feeling of freedom from her parents and siblings.

Trish was nowhere to be found; she left a vague message that she would try to find time to help with the move, but he suspected she would be a no-show. Same for Suzy's lazy boyfriend; he was supposed to help out as well, but he was also a no-show with a lame excuse. That left he and Suzy alone to deal with all the moving, unloading, and setup. Fortunately, Suzy had only the basics to move.

It had been a sweltering day, and a gleeful Suzy, now with a few buttons open on her blouse, looked at him and said, "I can't thank you enough for helping me out of a bind today. My lazy boyfriend and sisters all bailed on me. If you hadn't shown up, I don't think I could have moved by myself."

Looking sweaty and a bit tired, he replied, "It's fine; I had the time and don't mind. Besides, you've always been kind to me, even after your sister moved on from me."

Suzy hesitated, then offered, "You look like you could use some refreshing; why don't you take a quick shower, and I'll make us something to eat?"

She noticed him glancing at her firm Cs peeking out of her semi-open blouse.

He caught himself and replied, "I'm not so sure it's a good idea for me to shower here; maybe I'll just rinse my face."

She smiled, "It's ok; it's my own place now, so if I say it's ok, then it's fine. I'll make us sandwiches while you freshen up."

He stepped into the apartment's only bathroom and thought, "Just a quick rinse, a quick bite, and I'm out of here."

The apartment Suzy rented was nice for the price and location. It was a Spanish-style building with a red tile roof. The bathroom was old but in good condition with art deco tiles. He changed his mind and went for a full shower, so he stripped down, started the shower, and folded his clothes on the toilet seat. Stepping into the warm water spray, he noticed how good the water pressure was for an older building.

The spray felt refreshing on his back as he leaned forward to rinse his head. Just then, he thought he heard the bedroom door open and remembered he'd left the bathroom door partially open. He turned his gaze towards the open door as light flooded into the bedroom. What he saw was better than he could have imagined.

Suzy walked into the adjoining bedroom carrying two bath towels. She placed the towels on her bed and stood facing the closet mirror. She was not looking in his direction. From where he stood, he could only see her full side profile. The bright light of the room illuminated her delicate features.

It was as if he was peeking into her bedroom from a darker space. "Not polite," he thought, but no matter how much he tried, he could not avert his eyes from her.

Suzy proceeded to undo the remaining buttons of her blouse. She pulled it from her shoulders, revealing a white T-shirt-style bra with a rear clasp. Even though she was very petite, her posture stood tall like a dancer's pose. She unclasped her bra and let it fall off her shoulders. She seemed to stare at her perfectly formed breasts in the mirror, so full and evenly proportioned. Her nipples puffy and erect. With both hands she gently massaged each breast and gave a little tweak to her nipples.

He stood frozen in time, locked in and motionless. He watched as Suzy reached for the

zipper on her jeans and pulled it down from the unbuttoned waistband. Slowly she rocked back and forth, wiggling the snug jeans off her hips. She let them fall to the floor and kicked the bottoms off each of her feet. She stood wearing only a tiny white thong. Looking at the mirror, hands at her side, she seemed to admire the beauty she had become. After a moment, she hooked her thumbs into the thong's slim waistband and slid it down to the floor. She stood still, fully nude from head to toe. Her fair skin so stunning with her hair falling around her shoulders.

Suzy turned sideways with a devious smile on her face. Each firm breast swayed with her movement. Her puffy and completely shaved vulva evoked erotic enticement, begging to be touched and explored.

Suzy then walked directly towards the open bathroom door. She stepped into the bathroom and looked directly at him in the shower. Holding out a towel in her right hand, she smiled sweetly and said, "I thought you could use a clean towel and maybe a little help cleaning up."

Suzy makes her move.

Suzy didn't wait for him to reply. She stepped into the shower without hesitation and told him, "Just stay where you are; trust me, this is good for both of us."

He almost turned and asked, "Are you sure?"

But then he thought, "Just go with it. You really could use sexual companionship right now regardless of the consequences."

Suzy's breasts pressed against his back. Their fullness and softness triggering a raging hard-on from him. He faced the shower, as she pressed her nude body against his and reached around him, rubbing soap on his shoulders and chest. Her breasts providing an erotic massage to his back. Both his hands were pressed against the wall as one of her hands reached down and found his full erection. With a handful of slippery soap, she gently stroked it up and down.

Suzy giggled, "See, I knew you would enjoy getting cleaned up. Oh my, I just can't understand why Trish would want to leave this behind; she must be turning celibate. Well, I'm not going to miss out."

As the warm water washed over both of them, Suzy spun him around and got on her knees. She so carefully and expertly licked his balls and swallowed his erection, gently sucking on the head of his penis like it was her favorite lollipop.

He thought, but couldn't say out loud, "Oh my, you're a fantastic little cock-sucker; you're even better than your sister. With the way you both suck dick with such enthusiasm, you've got to be the best cock-sucking siblings in the city."

In and out; up and down, her delicate lips went. He could barely contain himself from shooting his load down her throat. Just as he was about to cum, she reached up, turned off the water, handed him a towel, and said, "You come with me."

Suzy led him to her freshly made bed. It was time to christen her new bedroom. As he sat on the bed, it was his turn to really soak in all of her beauty. She stood before him, full breasts at his face level, her legs slightly parted. She seemed to beg him to drink in all of her nudity. She felt so exposed and yet so aroused. His every touch made her react and quiver. He slowly ran one hand up her leg to her vulva and caressed her protruding labia. My goodness; she was so wet. He could detect her aroma, the smell of sex, wanton and sultry.

He pulled her in closer and began to suck on her left breast, nibbling gently on her nipple. She moaned and pulled his head in tighter. She was smashing her breast into his mouth, as if she wanted him to take all of it in. He moved over to her other breast, then back again to the left one.

His fingers played along the folds of her labia, teasing the hood of her clitoris. He didn't penetrate her vagina, not yet. He was going slow, taking his time. He was fully committed to the moment and didn't want it to end. He would stop occasionally and just gaze at her body. She was so beautiful with her curvy hips and pretty face. He played with the opening of her anal sphincter while he brushed and circled both sides of her clitoris.

She squirmed and cried out, "Oh yes, oh yes, right there, right there!"

Suzy got onto the bed next to him and rolled onto her back. She pulled him towards her and moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me hard!"

He climbed on top of her, kissing her deeply while she sucked on his tongue. She sucked harder and harder. She was fully spread beneath him as she grabbed her ankles to pull her legs up higher and wider. He slid down lower with his nose right up against her open vulva. Slowly he licked and sucked on her labia and clitoris. He stuck his tongue into her vagina.

She moaned with each lick and suck. She tasted so salty and delicious. The view of her open flower was something he wanted to preserve in his mind. He then slipped two fingers into her vagina and slowly massaged her internal g-spot. She convulsed in orgasm; her body was a

masterpiece.

Slowly, in almost a teasing manner, he rose up and guided the head of his penis into her vagina. Carefully he pushed inside her, deeper and deeper, just an inch at a time. Then he would slowly withdraw before penetrating her again and again.

She pushed her pelvis into his and wrapped her arms around his back. Eventually, she didn't let him withdraw. Instead, they started a steady rhythm of deep penetration, pounding into each other as the evening sunset cast shadows into the bedroom. He thought he almost could feel the head of his penis press against her cervix.

He had lost track of how long they'd been fucking and kissing. Suddenly, he picked up the pace. Soon they were gyrating in time and with reckless abandon, causing both to convulse in orgasm. His load was now fully deposited deep around her cervix. Given it had been a while since his last sexual experience, this was a very full load.

They collapsed in each other's arms, his cum dripping from her vagina, oblivious to the wet spot forming on the new sheets. Her breathing was soft and rhythmic as he kissed her on the forehead. They napped for a while. It was fully dark when they first spoke.

He said, "I'm at a loss for words. I'm afraid anything I might say will spoil this moment."

Suzy looked deeply into his eyes. "I've got unfinished business to clean up. I'm not ready to go deeper into it tonight. Maybe we chat in a few days or so? I'll call you."

With that he gently kissed her again, got up, and went to the bathroom to gather his clothes. He got dressed and headed out the door towards the waiting truck he borrowed.

As he was about to get in his truck on the dark street, he saw a young man walking towards him. His first thought was, "Oh no, her boyfriend showed up." But the man just walked past, continuing down the street.

He got into the little Nissan Frontier pickup truck with the manual transmission and fired up the engine quickly. It was a simple vehicle, nothing as fancy as his sports car. Engaging the manual gears, he headed back to his place, rolling down the window to enjoy the cool night air.

His first thought was, "I've heard good things come to men in trucks doing good deeds."

His second thought was, "This is complicated, but I can't wait for her to call and see where this goes."

His third thought was, "You broke the rules, tapping little sister. Something tells me there will be hell to pay."

And now the wait begins for the next chapter...