1. Bath towel
I called my sister on the pone. It was a Thursday afternoon. I got home from work early. She doesn't work on thursdays.
- "Yeah, hi, this is Amy."
"How are things?" I asked.
- "Yeah fine." she said. "Still sniffling a bit though."
"Okay, good. Anyway I hope you feel better soon."
I paused for a moment.
"Listen, when can I come pick up those books you were talking about?"
- "Uhm, yeah, I guess any time you want really. How are you this afternoon? Or next thursday. I'll be home all day."
"Let's make that next thursday then. Also I wanted to ask you something."
- "What?" she asked curiously.
"Never mind, I'll tell you on thursday. It's nothing serious..."
- "Hm... okay." She sounded suspicious.
"It's... it's something about years ago, when we were young."
- "That does sound serious though."
"Well, okay, anyway, I'd rather talk to you in person about it."
2. Bath towel
The next week I went over to her place. She was home alone and had just showered. She walked with a large bath towel around her and a towel around her hair.
She said, "Upstairs. The stuff is there." as she signaled me to follow her.
When we reached the landing she stood still. She turned around slowly.
"Now that you're here..." she said softly. And she 'accidentally' dropped her towel.
"Oops!"
- "Jesus!" I shouted, turning around quickly.
"Wait a sec. Isn't this what you always wanted to see?"
She pulled me back by my arm. I looked at her uneasily. She kicked the towel that was on the floor aside. She grabbed her breasts firmly with both hands and pushed them forward, towards me.
"Whoa... stop." I pushed my hands forward in a defensive gesture.
She grabbed my hands and put them fully on her boobs.
"Amy!" I could only manage to say.
"And? Is it all that you imagined? How does it feel?"
"Sheesh..."
- "They're a bit bigger than they were back then, aren't they?"
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
- "Oh come on. Don't be such a little nerd now. I know you're obsessed with big boobs. Consider this my belated birthday present. You still had that coming."
"Pffff... I think you owe me a couple more birthday presents these last few years." I blurted out.
- "Oh?" she said as she let go of my hands and took the towel off her head. My hands were still on her boobs. I didn't pull them away. She swung her half-wet hair behind her shoulder.
"What did you have in mind?" she asked.
- "I..." I stammered.
"In terms of presents, I mean. The bath? Or do we stay here?"
She looked at the large towel on the floor in the bathroom.
I stood there watching with wide open eyes. I couldn't help but take in the image of her beautiful breasts and my hands on them, and also the glorious feeling.
- "Sit here for a moment." she pointed to the towel on the floor.
I didn't know what to say. But completely intoxicated by this surreal experience, I obeyed. I sat down on the floor. Her breasts were round, plump, slightly sagging. She had light pink, fairly large, soft nipples that blended almost seamlessly into the soft skin around them. From below it was a beautiful, divine view, an almost religious experience, as I looked up at her body, half blinded by the lamp hanging in the bathroom.
"What...?" I stammered.
- "Isn't this what you wanted?" she said sternly, walking slowly towards me.
Her vagina was now at my eye level, and looking up I could just see her nose between her breasts; the rest of her face was hidden from me. As she started massaging her breasts she kept looking straight ahead. She pushed them together, pushed them forward, and rested them on her hands. Every now and then she gently pulled her soft nipples down. When she heard me start to moan softly, she moved closer to me little by little, with her feet on either side of my legs, putting her vagina right in front of my face.
"Come on, lick me." she said after a few moments.
"You have to work for it."
3. Sweet
I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pressed her against me. Her buttocks were not overly large, but nicely round. They felt a little fresh to the touch.
"Great, I was starting to get a little cold." she said calmly.
Her short pubic hair pressed against my face. I stuck out my tongue and started licking her, from bottom to top. She started to moan softly. Moaning wasn't the right word. It was a kind of soft melodious whine under her breath with the voice of an angel. I felt her soft thighs starting to press against my cheeks.
I reached up and couldn't reach far enough to fully grasp her breasts. But I did feel the underside, and her soft nipples, moving like soft pillows along my hands.
"Lean against the wall." I asked her softly.
"So I can reach you better."
She leaned forward slightly over me and placed her hands against the tiled wall. Now I could reach her vagina better with my mouth. Inside her vagina even. I could sort of push my mouth between her outer labia.
I enjoyed the warm feeling of her vagina on my mouth. As I licked her clitoris from bottom to top, I occasionally looked up and saw her beautiful breasts moving gently back and forth in a hanging position.
She groaned and slowly started to sink further and further to her knees, until she was almost leaning on my shoulders. I felt her fluids running into my mouth. Something tingled in my head. The limit of normalcy had already been far exceeded here, but the sweet taste of her wet vagina in my mouth drove me completely crazy.
"My sweet hot sister..." I thought.
As if she could read my mind, she let out a long softly singing groaning sound under hear breath. "Hmmmmmmm....."
From that moment on, I wanted to give her everything I could. I had been secretly watching her for so long. And she was now standing here giving her beautiful body to me. My penis felt like it was standing up harder and straighter than ever before. With one arm I grabbed around her buttocks again, and stroked from her buttocks to her lower back and back up again, while I tried to push my tongue even deeper into her vagina. She was now leaning against the wall with both forearms up.
She was slowly getting louder, and her body started curling between my hands.
"Oooh.. oooh... go on... ooooh...ooh..."
"Sweety... Amy..." I mumbled between licks upwards.
She lay with her cheek against the wall and moaned louder and faster muffled sounds.
I kept licking her sweet, warm, vagina in an almost mechanical rhythm.
Her sighs and moans built up to one long melodious mother of all moans...
"Hmmmmm--mmuhhh--hhhmmmmmm-mmmmmm...."
... after which she sighed deeply and slowly sank through her knees. She slowly descended into sort of a sitting position against my chest and stomach. She was almost sitting on my lap now. When she sat down she felt my erect penis pressing against her leg.
"Oops!" she said casually, as if she bumped someone's arm as she passed by.
"Amy, I... I don't know what's happening." I said. "I've never been this hard before. Why are we actually doing this? Are you sure?"
- "I... I don't know. I just suddenly felt like it. I don't know why either." she suddenly said in a soft voice.
She hugged me, pressing her breasts tightly around my face.
"But, it can't hurt, right?" she asked. "If this is so good, for both of us... why not?" she said as she gently rubbed my crotch with her bottom.
- "I don't know if it can do any harm. But it's so good... I can't control it anymore." I said.
4. Velvet
Amy gave me a sweet look.
"What do you want me to do? You want me to let your cock slide into me like this?" she said softly. "Then you just stay seated here. Or do you want me to lie down and open my legs for you?"
- "I... I want to be able to see you... all of you." I groaned.