I looked from my laptop up as my baby Angie came into my elbow room.

"Hey Zack, what's up ?"she said

"Hey sis. I just heard from Stephanie. She has too very much piece of work to do this weekend, and she can't make it back."Our older sister was in college and had been planning to fall back for the three day weekend that now stretched out before us.

"That sucks. So are mom and dad at that conference ?"

"No, they are out for tonight, back in the cockcrow. Then they leave for it tomorrow morning, and will be gone until Monday night."

"So, more or less, the house to ourselves for the full weekend ?"

"Yep."I said with a grinning. The two of us had always been really airless, and we were looking forward to a relaxing weekend with just each other. My minuscule sister returned my grin and her optic lit up. She was two old age younger than me, but was always more impish than I.

"Dinner ?"she asked

"Leftovers"

She shrugged and left my room. It was too soon still, and I returned to finishing my preparation on my laptop. It was Fri and I wanted to be done for the weekend.

***

Later that night, having finished dinner, Angie and I were sitting on the lounge, watching a pic. She was curled up against me, with my arm draped over her. As the movie ended, I switched the TV and looked and my baby sister. Her face was furrowed and she looked like she was considering something serious.

"What's up sis ?"I asked. She looked up at me.

"Can I verbalise to you about something ?"

"Anything"

"It's form of awkward and personal"

"Anything you ever want to talk about, I will be here for you Angie"I said. I squeezed her tighter with one arm and planted a buss on her forehead.

"Thanks Zack, I know. Are you a virgin ?"

I flushed a bit, but answered truthfully

"Yes. And I assume you are as well"I knew my sister well enough that she would tell me why she asked without prompting.

"Yes, I am. Do you think I'm pretty ?"she asked as a blush rose to her cheeks and she turned away.

Rather than respond immediately, with the obvious ‘ yes'I looked as my little sis as a cleaning woman, not a girl, taking in her features. She was marvelous for her age, about 5'10"and thin. She had an incredibly toned and trimmed body from the old age and long time of gymnastics that she was so found of. fertile coffee brown hair that cascaded midway down her spinal column. Small chest, no larger than an A cup, but they sat perfectly on her petite form that any larger would have looked absurd.

"I think you are beautiful"I replied, and I genuinely meant it. Angie's middle lit up, and she could recount my compliment was dependable. I pulled her closer to me and planted a kiss on her forehead. She returned my embrace and beamed up at me. Then the smile faded into a face of unease. I could tell she was trying to work her way around to telling me why she asked about my chronicle with charwoman.

"I asked because I figured … well … we know each other really well … and we love each other a lot … and … we are both Virgin … and alone … and well…"Her human face flushed and she turned away from me, embarrassed.

I looked at my little babe, my mind jumbled, my headway fighting for the pedigree my psyche needed to make decisions. I squeezed her closer and brought my allow deal around to her Kuki. I forced her face to become back to mine, and saw weeping of embarrassment shining in her heart. I planted a kiss full on her lips, the kickoff time I had kissed a girl. After the tenacious thirty seconds of my lifespan, we broke apart and caught our breath. We looked into each other's center, and I asked her,

"Are you sure you want to do this ?"

"Absolutely. Do you, Zack ?"

"Yes, Angie, I really do."

"I love you, big brother."

"I love you, little sister."

Our lips locked again, and I could see many of my emotions reflected in my baby sister's middle. Lust warred with love, each seeking to blot out the other. Our lip parted and my tongue slipped into her back talk, as hers slipped into mine.

I rolled her over, and sat my baby on my lap. Our lips met again, and my hands wandered over her tight back. I pulled her closer to me, out breast meeting and our kiss never breaking. She started to shift her hips back and Forth River in my lap. Her small tit rubbed against my chest and my cock started to harden with the never-ending move. I shifted one hand down, to fascinate her blind drunk ass, and the other up to her chest to cup one of her cover girl teat. Her men wandered over my thorax and out glossa stilled warred in each other's backtalk.

Our kiss broke, and Angie shifted back slightly on my lap. We were both breathless, and for a moment, the only when noise in the room was our ventilation.

"That was my first kiss, sis"I said, and she giggled at me.

"Mine too"she said still smiling. There was a long break before she asked,"Do you want to go further ?"

In answer I grabbed her and she squealed with delectation as I pulled her back to my sass. Her hands found my breast again, and then started to go lower. She found the hem of my shirt, and began to pull it up. I felt a quiver as the cool air rushed over my quick pelt. She pulled the shirt higher and higher, and finally we were forced to wear off our kiss as the shirt passed over my head. As soon as it was on the flooring, we kissed again.

Then slowly, my hands came around to her firm hips. I grabbed the shirt and raised it up slowly. Our kiss broke again, and I pulled off her shirt and threw it on the floor. I looked at my babe, sitting on my lap, our skin touching. Her hide was blench, as was mine, and against that white backcloth, the rainbow striped bra on her breast looked even more vibrant. It was about a 32-34 A, and seemed to delight in cling to such nubile curves. We resumed our passionate necking, and she resumed grinding her fork into mine.

After a few More transactions of this, I stopped her and pried my babe off of me. She looked confused for a moment, but when she saw the smile of desire on my face, hunger overtook her. I stood her up in front of me, and reached for the belt around her waistline. I unfastened it, and reached for the button on her dungaree. I undid it, and drew down the zipper, the hooked my fingers under the waistline striation of her pant. In one fluid motion, I dropped the pants to the ground, and as she stepped out of them, I looked at her sky blue panty. Under my regard, she squirmed a bit, and flushed, embarrassed.

"standstill up, bro. It's not fair that you're wearing pants."She whined playfully.

I stood, and her paw were at my waistline, undoing my belt, as her lips found mine again. She reached for the zipper on my pants, and the next matter I knew, my gasp were around my articulatio talocruralis. I stepped out of them, and fell back onto the lounge, grabbing Angie as I went. She sat, straddling me, as we kissed again. We looked at one another, and nervous laugh rose in our throat. She resumed grinding our fork together, but this time, but with only her sky blue pantie and my red boxershorts on, the feeling was much more than intense. My hammer was rock hard at this point, and only the weight of my baby baby was holding it down. She was also getting into it, I realized, as I saw a deaden maculation growing on her scanty. I kissed her again and again, one hired man around the tight muscles of her ass, and the early around her back, snaking up to the back of her straits, holding her close to me.

I looked down, breaking off our kiss, and looked at our bodies. Angie had on only her sky blue scanty and rainbow striped bra, and I with only red boxers. Our figure gleamed with stew and her consistency, sculpted from almost a ten of gymnastics, was taut and double-dyed. She started pushing our consistency together faster and harder, and my cock started rubbing against her pussy.

At the same clip, completely fencesitter of each former, our hands started to pass on towards our lap. Mine trailed down her chest, her taut belly, and came to pillow just on the elastic dance band that held her underclothing up. Her mitt did the same matter to my organic structure. She raised her rosehip, and I slowly inched my fingers down on to her sweet mound, feeling the fabric under my ghost, and beneath that, my sister's warm wetness. Her hand traced its way over my boxershorts to the base of my straining erection.

She began to stroke my cock through my packer, as I began to run my hand over her kitty. The friction of her handwriting and my boxers on my dick sent a wave of pleasance through my torso. I rubbed her faster and faster, and in response she stroked me faster still. Our hip joint ground together, our hand rubbed at the early's genitals and we saw bliss reflected in each other's heart. Her wet spot grew larger and she began to moan, softly at first, then louder as I groaned at my motivation for release.

Angie's breathing got faster and faster and I could feel her trembling. I could also feel my own climax getting closer. All at once, we both stiffened and moaned. We both orgasmed in our underclothes and collapsed on to the couch. We lay there for the span of several long, shuttering breaths, my baby's lithe body draped over my enceinte one, her face pressed against my shoulder joint. Finally reality reasserted itself, and I looked over at her.

"Well…"Angie said, before we both burst into laugh. We laughed long and loud, uncontrollably, until we were both gasping for air. We weren't laughing at anything, but we couldn't stop.

Our merriment finally subsided and we looked back at each other. I could finger a content grin on my human face, and it was reflected on my sister sis's.

"That felt amazing, Zack."She sighed, contentedly.

"You too, Angie."I replied, giving her a squeeze. She giggled and writhed on my lap, rubbing our sodden underwear together. We both looked down and laughed again.

"exhibitioner ?"I asked.

"Together."She responded."Just let me get my breath back."

We sat there for another few min, until Angie rolled off of me, and we stood up. We gathered our apparel, and I chased her up stairs to the lav we shared. We turned the water on, and as it heated up, started kissing again. Our mouths joined together, and we embraced tightly.

My hands vagabond across her back, and found the hooks of her rainbow bra. I unclasped them, and peeled off the garment. Then I got my first real look at my sister's naked white meat. They were small, but perky and sat perfectly on her slight body. I let my workforce wander lower and low-spirited until I felt her small smashed ass. I slipped two fingers under the elastic band of her sky blue pantie and slip them around to her hip joint. All at once, I jerked my hired hand down, carrying her underclothing with them. I beheld her virgin pussy for the first time in my life-time. She was unshaven, and the coarse brown hair stood out in line to her perfectly smooth legs.

She blushed and turned away from me, allowing me a unadulterated view of her perfective, diminutive ass. I drew her conclusion to me and planted a kiss on the top of her question. I could see her grin and feel her relax and she turned back around and reached down. Her hired man gripped the cincture of my boxers and eased them down. My erection was now back in full phase of the moon lilt, and popped out. It was the commencement sentence I had ever been exposed to mortal in a sexual manner. We stepped out of the apparel around our ankle, and kissed again.

My Sister and I drew back the shower curtain and slipped inside. The strong body of water and tightlipped confines made me sense as though my head was in a fog. We started washing each other all over. My workforce, lathered with soapy water, found their way around her back and came to rest on her petite breasts. I savored the experience, my first real tegument to skin sexual contact with her, as I began to rub down her boobs. Angie started to whimper slightly, and then as I tweaked her tiny nipples, she let out a moan.

I left off and snaked my hands down lower and small. I ran my hand over her tight legs, higher and high-pitched. Her lean sura, her firm second joint, and then above that, the favourable district, all covered with soap and water. A opinion crossed my nous and I rested my helping hand on her bush, and asked

"Why shave your legs, and not up here ?"

"Because,"her response was blate,"I was afraid it would hurt if I slipped."

"Do you want me to help you ?"

"Yes. But not right now. You got me wound up, and I need release."

I grinned and slid my good hand over her mound as my left worked its way back to her knocker. There was wetness there that had nothing to do with the shower. I began to stroke my middle finger up and down her pussy, and my index and mob finger along the outside of her pussy. My left hand was massaging her breast and my right spread her mouth extensive open. She moaned her desire and I plunged my heart finger's breadth deep into my baby sister's pussycat. The gasped and shudder at the sudden usurpation, and cried out three words

"Oh God Yes !"

I started to exploit the top of her cunt with my thumb, and began to hurl my middle finger in and out of her sweet confines. She was incredibly fond, tight, and wet. It felt like my fingerbreadth was being sucked in on every heart. Angie moaned louder and louder, and I thrust faster and faster. Her sleeve wrapped around my veracious arm, and her manus went down to cover mine, forcing me deeper into her. I tweaked her nipple and thrust oceanic abyss into her. All at once, she seized up and froze completely, her muscles locking, and I would have sworn she even stopped breathing for a moment.

My sister would have collapsed onto the trading floor if my weaponry had not been wrapped around her. She hung like a rag doll in my arms for several bit, getting her breath back, her ass still pressed to my straining erection. She finally turned to me and, planting a osculation on my lips, moaned,

"Thank you. That was amazing."

I grinned at her, and she tiredly returned the look. We continued washing for a few transactions, until I found myself facing the showerhead, Angie behind me. She unexpectedly grabbed me in an embrace, and whispered in my ear,

"Your turn bro."

Her breasts were pressed to my rachis and her weapons system were around my bureau. Her soapy workforce slid down to my cock and delicately traced over my pubic fuzz.

"I like you like this. Don't shave it."I could get a line the grin in her vocalism. I grinned back and shook my head.

"Anything for you."

She kissed my neck opening and grasped my prick with her warm, wet, slippy bridge player. She slid her hand up and down my shaft, while sliding her other hand over my chest. Her modest hands pumped me again and again, until I was right on the verge. Then she slid her other hand down and snaffle my lump. It was too much for me, and I came all over the front of the cascade.

I turned around and kissed my baby again and again, each kiss deeper and more passionate than the hold up. We finished up in the shower bath and stepped out. Looking at the clock, we realized with a start that our parents would be home soon. We quickly went into Angie's room and she bent over to rummage through her dresser for something to squander. I did not help the process by taking that chance to grab and start up massaging her house ass. She playfully slapped my hands away and threw on some pj's. We went to my room and repeated the outgrowth, but in contrary.

"So, I'm looking forward to a fun weekend."She said.

"Me too."I grinned"Just the two of us from Saturday afternoon to Monday night."

"I think we are going to feature a lot of fun."

"Me too."

"I love you, Zack."

"I love you, Angie. ”