Thank you Chitranna for editing this writing
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I always thought fantasies and desires were for a certain type of person. That type of person would be one that craves the constant contact and thrill of sexual play. Like a nymphomaniac or something. I didn't think they were common in normal people, people like me.
My younger sister had always been considered the bad one in our family. She was the one that people knew had had sex at a younger age and when she was in college it was her that sent videos of herself masturbating to her boyfriend at the time. We knew she liked to play with men after they broke up. I'm not saying she slept around, but she was far less innocent than I was.
Unlike Stacy I had only been with one man, and only a few times. My idea of naughty fun was a little grinding and kissing. Yeah I was tame, very tame compared to my younger sister, there was no question about that.
I felt that desire though, that need that I had heard so much about. It came to full bloom one night when I least expected it. Stacy's phone rang late at night and I knew, I knew she received a message that was going to be steamy. The big surprise was not what it was, but who it was, and a bigger, wonderful surprise was how wet and horny it made me.
I had her phone in my hand. When she tried to get it from me we fell on the floor entwined with one another, her half naked body on top of mine. And that is when I saw our cousin was the one that sent the video. I know it shouldn't have, but it did, it made me wet, made my pussy tingle in excitement. And when she told me she had slept with him after having a mutual masturbation session with him I had to see it.
We watched him stroke his hard cock with our legs pressing against each other's sex, our grinding matching the pace of his hand and when I saw his thick seed shoot from him I lost all control. I was horny, I was excited, and I needed to be pleased. I had never been with a woman before, never imagined touching one, especially not my sister, but it didn't matter. I needed it right then and there.
Stacy and I orgasmed as we pressed our pussies together and kissed so deeply that my world spun. When she said she needed to taste me, I practically begged her to do so. She gave me the best orgasm of my life and I made sure to do the same. She rode my face and I tongue fucked her. I even fingered her ass, something I never thought I would do. The sheer excitement that ran through my body when she came was like nothing I had ever felt before and I loved it.
Was it wrong to make each other orgasm? Was it wrong to play with my sister then and to continue to do so every time we have since? Maybe. But who's to say. One cannot judge a person's choices without knowing or understanding their reasons. We enjoyed each other and will continue to as often as we so choose.
Another thing happened to me that night. I understood the desire, the need that other's had. It didn't quite register that night, but it did a few days later.
I went to my uncle's house because I wanted to take a nice swim and he had the best pool. A closed in fence, heated, and a nice deck to warm up on. It was perfect. As always I wore my bikini and covered my bottoms with a pair of shorts. I liked my bikini, but always felt odd with the bottom uncovered in front of family.
When I got there my cousin Wayne was the only one home and he was about to get into the pool himself so he invited me in with him. Wayne is a couple years older than me, still living at home as he looks for a house on his own now that he has found his career going in the right direction.
I jumped in right off, and swam the distance of the pool then pulled myself close to the edge and looked back at him. And there it was, that feeling building in my body that had been awakened a few short nights ago. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach as I viewed my cousin. Wow he was sexy! He was pulling his tee-shirt off and my eyes devoured his chiseled chest, his cut abs, his bronzed skin. I let my gaze fall lower on his body, his board shorts covering his sex and part of his thick thighs, down to his cut calves. My world was moving in slow motion and I was loving the view I getting from it.
I couldn't believe the reaction my body was having to him. I squeezed my thighs together and averted my gaze as he jumped into the warm water. Fuck that was hot!
I stayed against the wall as he swam toward me like a torpedo in the water and when he burst out I watched his body lift in the air and sink again. What a specimen. Such a tight and well maintained body. He pulled himself to the edge beside me and ran his hand over her shaved head pulling the water from his eyes.
I tried to not let him notice how I was looking at him, how my nipples where stiff beneath the fabric of my top. I had to do something, something to get my mind off of his body or something to get his mind on mine.
Looking at him, one large arm on the side of the pool, the other rotating slowly in the water, his blue eyes bright, and the little waves crashing and rippling off his bulky chest made my decision for me. I had to get his attention. I had to make him look at me the way I was looking at him. There was no question about it, I wanted him, no I needed him to lust me like I was lusting him.
His voice took me from my thoughts, "Are you swimming or dreaming?"
Oh fuck, I was dreaming, definitely dreaming and he was the biggest part of that dream. I giggled and splashed some water on him, "Swimming. I was just catching my breath it's a long pool."
He let out a laugh and splashed me back, "It isn't far, we've swam this a million times. Come on, I'll race you to the other side."
I loved a challenge and a plan came into my swirling brain. Oh! We would race and I would lose. "You're on."
