Growing up, I was always in my sister's shadow. Even after I turned 18 and my sister was 20, I still worshiped her.
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One day we arrived home from Uni. Mum always came home a bit later than dad. She had finally landed a really good job. She decided when I hit the age of 18 that she was going back to work. She had a college degree and a youthful look, so she quickly found work. It just took her two years to find one that really made her happy. Dad had always had a really good job. He was one of those guys that seemed to stay eternally youthful. At the age of 41, he didn't even have a single grey hair. They made a beautiful couple. Mum with her slender figure, long, dark brown hair and dark eyes. She always dressed in heels and suits for work. Dad in his suits with his light brown hair cut stylishly and trim figure. They were picture perfect.
We only lived a block from the Uni, so it never took us long to get home. This is a time that Anne and I used wisely, since we had an hour before either of them would arrive home. We had the entire house to ourselves.
I was hot on Anne's heels as we tossed our bags aside and raced up to my bedroom. I had been thinking about Anne all day. And as she was going to class, she had the nerve to flash me her tits. Thankfully the hall was pretty empty. I still would never have the nerve to pull such a stunt. I admired her for so many reasons and on many more levels.
"Hurry up, Haley!" she urged. I knew that meant that she was horny as I was, possibly more. My mind was already undressing her as she opened my door, barely letting me get inside, before she grabbed me to embrace me into a kiss. She slammed the door behind us, sliding her free hand up to grope at my breasts making me moan softly. She grabbed the end of my shirt, peeling off my tight top to toss aside. Her mouth didn't hesitate to trail kisses down the curve of my bra, snaking her hands behind to unleash my breasts. Discarding my bra, her hands slid around to cup them both into her hands, as she lifted her face to meet my eyes. I felt my body go weak kneed. She always knew my weak spots happened to be my very sensitive breasts.
A small moan slipped from my lips, as she traced her lips back up my neck to my lips. Her kisses were instantly demanding, bringing my lust to a point that made my body sizzle. I slid my hands around her waist, pushing the material of her silk shirt up her curves touching the tips of my fingers to graze her hard nipples. Taking it up and over her head, I leaned in to kiss her hard, unable to hide my neediness. Our moans were meeting as she embraced, feeling our breasts nudge against each other. I ventured down her body to touch her sweet cunt through her pants. The heat was intense as she grabbed my hair, I cried out softly, "Anne". She grinned and walked me towards my bed, gently shoving me back to lie against the lush quilt.
"Mmmm...I do so love getting you all excited between classes. It makes me wet just thinking about you seeing me, sis."
"I'm pretty wet myself. You torture me with the way you tease me. It makes it hard not to excuse myself so I can just go frig myself in the bathroom at the images of you."
"Oh wow, that would be nice. Maybe we could meet up and do that together or something sometime." Anne grinned at me with a mischievous look upon her face. I just couldn't stop grinning just at the idea of such behaviour.
"That could be risky, Anne."
"I know, but so much fun!" she laughed, lowering herself to draw her tongue over my nipples. A shiver travelled up my spine, as I gazed back at her with a deep grin.
"You never know." I said ominously.
"Mmmm...Now who's the daring one?" We giggled happily as she gently sunk her weight to hover over my hips, grinding her cunt to mine. Her jeans rustled against mine, making me quiver with anticipation. She reached behind to unfasten her bra, slipping it off and holding it out between her thumb and finger. Her gaze never left mine as we stared at each other, feeling the heat between our bodies radiate. There was not a doubt in my mind at how much I needed her, just as much as she needed me.
I raised my hips to rub against her crotch. A soft grin spread over my lips, as I saw her bite her lip in response. We knew where each others buttons were, because we had done this and much more together over the years. She leaned down to kiss me passionately, tugging on my lip between her own. I felt her fingers grazing over my neck down to circle my nipples. Her fingers danced around my areola with a gentleness, gliding over the nipple briefly. Slowly she edged down my neck to take a nipple into her mouth, flicking her tongue over the tip to make me gasp. Her gaze was lustier than ever as she moved over to give the same attention to my other breast.
I felt her shaking the bed, as she inched her hands over my stomach and down to the waist of her pants, unfastening hers. As I reached down to undo mine under the pressure of her stomach pressing against her straddle of me. She started kissing down my stomach to touch the edge of my unbuttoned pants, not needing any insistence from me of what was to come. She worked my pants down to my ankles, our want increasing as I watched her skilled hands undress me completely.