Chapter 2 Part 2 -- Lydia
This is part of a series of adventures which took place at the villa, after some of the girls were involved in three previous adventures, two, ON THE BOAT and one, AFTER THE BOAT TRIP -- VICTORIA. So read the previous stories and continue to enjoy the ladies hunger for the pleasures of the flesh. There are more to come.
I hope you enjoy them. They are all fiction. I don't beg for votes or comments, but they are most welcome.
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Not even an hour passed before my sister bashed home, locking the door behind her. From a place where I was not hiding, I watched her coming in.
'Sam where are you? Are you ready for me? If not, just shed those damn clothes; I'm waiting in my room... Have you heard me?' Sis shouted as she walked straight to her room.
'Yes sis, but what you're asking is not possible, especially now that you've got a boyfriend.' I answered.
'Whoever told you; fuck him or her! What takes place inside this flat, while we are alone is my damn business; you're just my kiddy brother; so get naked and come to my room?' she cried.
I never heard her swearing. I knew she's trouble when she's around, so I obeyed. I took all my clothes off and walked straight to her room. She was there standing looking through the door, waiting for me. I stopped at the door, my hands covering my already raging hard cock. She was there with a sexy smile on her face. Her eyes were shinning; full of sexual desire; craving for my naked body.
'Sam, do you feel dishonoured to show me what you're hiding with your hands.' She cried at me.
I just stayed there, shocked, not a single word escaped my lips. She looked sexy, hot and ready for what she had in mind. I did not yet know, although I knew she was after my hardon. We just kept looking at each other. Her eyes still focused on mine, penetrating them, trying to study my body language. She seemed she wanted to know what I was thinking; what I was feeling.
'There's no way out of this, Sam. I had been waiting for this hour for more than two years. Now it seems to be the right time, so let's start.' She imposed.
'Let's make it square, ok sis; I had been day dreaming and masturbating about seeing your naked body for quite a few months; so if you like to make love to me,' I took my hands away; 'here... it's ready, maybe harder than you ever thought and maybe also bigger than expected. Where is yours? Is it ready?' I cried.
'If you want to know... mine is hotter than you think... wetter than any you ever dreamed about, but you will only touch it with your mouth.' Sis answered.
She just ran towards me and hugged me while she grabbed my hard dick with her right hand. She knelt infront of me and hugged it and kissed it more than a dozen times. 'Oh! Sam it's so beautiful, magnificent. I couldn't wait until I let you put it in my arse.' She moaned.
She was very impatient, she stood up, pulled her blouse from inside her skirt, undone the front buttons and threw it away ending on a chair in the corner.
I just watched her taking it off infront of my eyes. Her black bra came into view. I must say it was nicely filled, rather too pressed but I had no idea what size. She put her hands under her bra and lifted them a little. 'Do you like them, kiddy brother? Aren't they nice, eeeemmm? In English the size is 36C, for your information, eemmm. Would you like to unlock?' Her final question as she quickly turned with her back to me. There was the clip of her bra nearly close to my eyes.
I didn't hesitate; I just unlocked it and let it go free. Sandra then freed her skirt and let it go free, flowing down along her long legs. That's when I noticed, that she was wearing also black panties.
'Sam.' My sister lifted her hands. 'Put your hands around me and cup my breasts... yes, that's perfect; now lift them a little bit up and search for my nipples with your fingers, eemmm... yes brother...roll them.' Sis ordered me; something she was always good at.
It wasn't an impossible task to find them. They were thick and long; their feeling between my fingers sent shivers of pleasure all through my body. She pushed her arse back and automatically my dick settled between the crack of those beautiful orbs. The more I rolled them the more she moaned and the more her arse moved up and down massaging my raging hardon the hotter both of us became.
'Sam, yes Sam... eemmm... lick my ear brother... yes... and my neck... eemmm... yes Sam... squeeze them hard, Sam, squeeze them... harder, harder... eemmm... roll them.' My sister cried as I kept rolling then and sometimes pinching them.
Her arse movements never stopped as never stopped her moaning. She was definitely hot. Her long hair was tied in a beautiful pony tail leaving her beautiful rather long neck bare, naked. I obeyed every order up to that moment but now one hand skid away from her breast, slowly moving downwards, slowly massaging her stomach. It continued downwards until it entered inside her panties from under her elastic waist band. It searched further down over her pubic hair. My fingers started to scratch there within her bush, which doesn't seem to be so thick, like Tressa's.
At last one finger found her clitoris. She jumped and cried; her body shook.
'Ohh Sam, you found my temple of love... yes Sam.' My sister Sandra cried.
I continued searching until my hand cupped the whole of her mound. I pressed my hand against it, squeezed the love juice with which she so wet, drenched and soaked. Her body trembled fervently as she moaned, her arse pressed harder against my raging hardon.
It was enough I felt humiliated hours earlier. I had been already twice on the verge of exploding, but I managed to survive. This was the moment when I did not want to fail, this was my sister who was in search of sexual relief, sexual satisfaction. She wanted me as much as my cousin Tressa did earlier.
I massaged her pussy a few times, her legs were slightly open. There were no problems. My sister relaxed and became rather easy. The free flowing love juice made it possible for my hand to flow around, also freely, massaging those pouty lips and further down around her arse hole. I even pressed a finger down between her swollen lips, moving it backwards and forward while my sister's body started to vibrate. As my finger ploughed through her valley of lust and pleasure, she went wild, wilder than my cousin. Then I ended it on her clit, she gave her a few light tingles before I pulled it away from within her black panties.
In split second I was on my knees kissing her covered orbs. They looked most beautiful, most desirable, there, covered with that black coloured panty. I grabbed her panties from the waistband and in one stroke they were down by her ankles. Automatically she lifter one leg and slowly I pulled the panty off as my eyes where focused between her legs. Wow; I got the first glimpse of her vaginal surroundings. She seemed to know what I was doing as she held her leg up high so the vaginal area became wide open for my eyes desires. Then she posted her foot back on the floor making sure her legs were wide open. I could perfectly see the whole of those beautiful swollen lips covered with a very light coat of pussy hair.
I was there on my knees, my eyes wide open, feasting on my sister's most beautiful treasure, her most intimate and precious part of her body, all totally exposed to my eyes delight.
'How many times I dreamed about being in this position looking at your incredible treasure of love, its beauty and its lust. The desire to see it, feel it and make love to it in any way you may desire. How many times I visualized this picture, this moving film while I held my raging hardon in my hand, thinking about you, licking and suckling on its hard head. How many times did you masturbate with me in your dreams?' I asked
Before she answered she leaned forward, resting herself on her folded hands on the bed. Her crack of her arse opened wide, the view was inconceivable; unimaginable. I was there frozen, watching its beauty. Something is wrong here, I thought. An hour or so earlier I experienced the first look at my cousin's naked body. I must say I have enjoyed the first taste of musky smell and of the real juice and not less, admiring her most intimate area; but this seems not right. Was this because of the closeness with which we lived together as brother and sister? But there was never any breach of any indecency between us; we always kept our decor. 'I should look for an answer?' I asked myself.