My sister's story was beautifully erotic. When I finished reading it, I went to her room. She was sitting at a table. It was empty but for the laptop before her. The room was bright with sunlight. A soft breeze blew through the light curtains of her window. She was dressed only in a cropped tank top and cutoff jeans. Her slender legs and tummy were brown from the sun. Her feet were bare. Her shoulder length hair was beautifully unkept. She typed in bursts. In between she sat in quiet contemplation. It was at such times that her left hand often found its way under her cutoffs. When it returned to view, I noticed, it was moist and shining. Periodically she sucked it clean before returning to her typing.
I stood across the room watching for several minutes. I could feel the bulge in my shorts rising as I watched this beautiful girl. I squeezed my almost erect member as it peaked out of the fly in my boxers. After a while, I walked quietly across the room and stood behind her. Still she did not acknowledge me. She continued her sequence of writing, pleasuring herself and writing again unabashed. Finally I reached across her shoulders and cupped my hands over her breasts. They were small, but firm and perfectly formed and her nipples erect and hard. Without turning, she held up the moist fingers of her left hand. They glissened with her juices. I eagerly inhaled the sweet fragrance of her pussy and sucked the nectar from her fingers. Then she turned and smiled shyly. I put my hand under her chin, turned her face toward me and kissed her. Our open mouths met and tongues entwined. I noticed that she returned her left hand to her crotch and rubbed herself more vigorously as we gazed into each others eyes.