The Beginning: Lydia and Lester

All characters are at least 18 years old.

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"Mmmhh... ahhh... aughh...." Lester heard a strange, low moan when he walked into the front door. It sounded like his sister, Lydia. A sinfully innocent young woman who caused no harm to anyone but small pranks.

Lester wondered what was going on in the house. His parents should be at work. And Lydia should be in school, too. Unless she skipped school. 'Did Lydia bring her boyfriend home? Was she fucking with her boyfriend? In the house? Were they completely naked in the house?' Dirty sexual thoughts and images flooded his brain, and his blood was streaming. Lester was a bit excited with all his filthy thoughts.

He moved quickly and discreetly through the passageway that connected the foyer and the living room. He tried to keep himself as oblivion as possible. But Lester was shocked by what he looked at in the living room. Lester could feel his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. His blood was racing, and his heart was beating quickly. He was in a light trance.

The living room was the same old living room. Lydia was ensconced in the large divan in the middle of the family living room, almost naked. She was wearing a green camisole and flimsy hot pants. Lydia was petite in height, but she had curves for miles. Her messy blond curls were pulled up into an updo. Her head was laid upon the back of the divan, slightly facing the ceiling. Her eyes were closed.

Lydia used one hand to grope and tug on one of her exposed, full, firm bosom. She skillfully pinched and twisted the pinkish-hard nipple on the tip of the colossus with her thumb and index finger. While the other hand dipped in between her thighs as she was swaying her hip. And the low moan was coming from her slightly parted lips.

Lester felt desire flow through his spine and into his limbs, watching his sister's tiny waist move and twist; her wide hips moved in such a way that disturbed him powerfully. He quickly adjusted himself in his pants; it started to feel too constricted. Then he froze stiff.

All of a sudden, Lydia stopped. Lester wasn't sure why. 'Did she see me? But she was in the living room. Did she want me to catch her masturbating?' Lester thought to himself.

Lydia pulled her camisole up and over the back of her head and threw it aside on the divan. Then she lifted her legs up, pulled her flimsy hot pants off her legs, and let them fall to the ground. Lester could easily see her exposed cunt. Her gash was sopped with her own love juice. Her thighs were wide open, exposing her drenched outer lips to the air, and she let out a groan. Lester watched his sister's hand reaching down to her pussy and shoving her two own fingers into her clam cave. She leaned backward, resting her head against the back of the divan.

Lester took a deep breath silently, trying to steel his nerve and his cock against the fucking sensual show that was happening in front of his very eyes. A show of her young, alluring, and devilish sister fingering herself. But it didn't work.

He couldn't stand it anymore. Lester unzipped his pants and let his big fat cock strangle free. A relaxed feeling shot through his body after he exposed his hot prick in the air. Lester slid his hand onto his dick, rubbing it gently while watching his sister pleasuring herself in the living room. His excitement, mixed with guilt, soared together.

On the other side, in the living room, Lydia unplugged her fingers from her pleasure trove. She first sniffed her own fingers, then licked the love juice off her fingers. A smirk appeared on her face with enjoyment. She reached down again, but instead of shoving her fingers back in her cunt, she rubbed the tiny nob that was in between her groomed pubes and the drenched cave.

As soon as her soft, tiny hand slid over and touched that tiny nob, she started to groan loudly. "Ahh... mmm..." Lydia was a fucking groaner. She groaned as her pleasure climbed high up to the apex. Her loin throbbed in rhythm, tight with sensation. The massive melons bounced wildly as her toes curled.

Lester's excitement soared dramatically. He could feel his cock was about to explode. He was utterly obsessed with his tiny blond sister who's fucking masturbate in the living room.

Lydia couldn't control herself anymore. Her excitement surged. Lester watched his sister's entire body prickled, wiggled, and gasped, almost like dancing. A pool of fluid splashed out of the cave of her reddened spasming squeezing cunt.

Lester watched his sister masturbate and reach her orgasm. He tried hard to avoid ejaculating his semen out in the passageway. Lester held off his ecstasy by force of the will alone. He didn't want her to know her little brother was watching her pleasuring herself in the middle of the living room.

He tucked his hard, aroused schlong back inside his tight pants. Then he walked out of the house. He needed to see Kelly, his girlfriend. He needed a good fuck. He left the house without his sister noticing.

He thought.