Rachel 'S Shaved Slit, Episode Four


Erotica, Humiliation, Masturbation, Young
I kept experimenting over the following week or so, having lots of sex, with both boys and missy, but picking my partners carefully. I knew how badly it could end, so I made sure I was in charge of everything, and none of them made a movement unless I knew about it. I think my sexual technique was improving with practice, too, so they enjoyed it.
It still wasn't quite enough, though, so I would masturbate several times an evening, between getting dwelling house from school and going to bed. I think my pal may bear watched me once or twice, which was something to think about. He would give me strange looks around the house, and I knew he was conflicted between lustful thoughts of my sexy body and knowing I am his Sister. I gave him the odd flirt, but never quite made up my mind on whether to select it further. I still had my panties, crusted with his jizz, stored away in a drawer, after all. I tossed it around in my judgment, and then one evening, when my parents were out, I just shrugged and went for it.
Passing his room, I thought I heard a soft thunk-thunk-thunk, and it seemed pretty probably to me that he was jerking off. His bed is a bit rickety, and can sway if a large weightiness is moving back and Forth on it, like a person. I wondered if he was thinking about me while touching himself, and the impulse to get out overpowered me. Without pausing to ping, I shoved the door open air and strode purposefully in.
I was right. He scrambled to overlay his legs and hip joint with bedsheets, so that I really didn't see lots of anything, but it was pretty crystalise what he had been at. Something flopped onto the trading floor behind his bed too, out of my view.
"Rachel !"he roared with scandalisation."Get out ! !"
I ignored him, but walked round the bed to get the affair he had dropped. It was a cartridge clip. He tried to reach down and snatch it away, but he could not move far without dislodging the sheets that protected what was left of his dignity, so I had the advantage.
"What's this ? A porno mag ? Wow, you dirty boy. Mum and dad would go sick if they knew you had this !"I strode away, well out of his stretch, so he could only watch in desperation as I leafed through the Sir Frederick Handley Page."Hmm, aphrodisiacal young woman. What a trollop ! She shouldn't be doing that to that guy."I kept up a track comment, enjoying his shame and embarrassment as only a sibling can.
Then I got to the page I was fairly certainly he had been looking at when I interrupted him."Hey, this one looks a footling like me. Same long black hair, alike build, and ooh look. A plane pussy."I tossed the mag on his desk."You like that, don't you, Rick ? My haircloth ? My trunk ? My snatch ?"I ran my work force down my consistence as I said this, swaying my hips seductively.
"Shut up. I… I don't know what you mean. You're talking rubbish !"
"There's no full stop in trying to refuse it, Ricky ; I have grounds. Sticky white evidence, all over a dyad of my undies."
"You can't !"he blurted out."I always made for certain to wash them after I…"he stopped himself when he realized what he was saying.
I hid my surprise. I had not told him about the counterfeit evidence I had produced. That meant he really had been jerking into my underwear. And more than once, by the speech sound of it. wellspring, that meant I had everything I needed.
"It doesn't matter,"I said dismissively."You weren't careful enough, and now I have proof of your pervertedness. And people are gon na see it, unless you do exactly what I say. Got it ?"
He hesitated, so I pushed him."Got it ?"I repeated, with steel in my vox."opine how badly things can end for you."
He gulped, and nodded. I had him.
"Okay, startle by removing those sheets. Yup, right out of the way. Nope, hands by your side of meat !"As I had thought, he had no pant or underwear on. His dick was semi-hard, but quickly wilting in the tense situation.
I laughed."Haha, you disgusting slight shit."I did not think it was anywhere near as disgusting as I was saying, of course. I was well aware that it was normal for him to masturbate, just as it was for me. wellspring, not quite as often as I did, but still. It served my aim to have him well cowed, ignominious and submissive."Now, get out of bed and remain firm up. No, no covering yourself ! Dignity is now a prerogative, and you ain't earned bull so far."
Standing in front man of me, he was actually slightly the taller, despite being two age youthful than me. That would never do : with that kind of height advantage, he might start to unconsciously make headway self-assurance. I had a effective melodic theme."On your hands and knees."
"What ?"
"You heard me. Get on your hands and knee before me. And don't interrogative me again. You don't have many fortune here, I already have half a thinker to bear witness everyone what a little junkie you are. Your sole chance is to do everything I say, exactly when I say it."
That alarmed him. He knelt in front of me.
"Now crawl forward."He crawled."point !"
He was now in the middle of his bedroom floor, at arm's length in front of me. I hunkered down, and ruffled his hair patronizingly."Don't worry. If you do right, we can keep all this a secret, and you'll be condom. Now, do not displace a sinew unless and until I say so."
I stood up again, and walked slowly around him, kneeling there in nada but a Lego set t-shirt that was a slight too small for his growing body. He was not bad really : fairly gymnastic, but no wizard. Nothing to brag about, but no unsightly loose flab, or even much by the way of acne. His penis dangled pathetically between his legs.
"Well, we are going to throw to do something about that,"I thought. It had not been truly bring in in my mind until now which centering I was going with this, but the potential of the situation was too rich people to pass up. first base, though, he needed to be ready.
I strolled over to his computer, looked for suited euphony - something slack and sultry - and hit maneuver. Then I went back, stood in movement of him again, and began to strip.
I'd never done a striptease before, but I knew the hypothesis, and I had seen a couple of videos. Since Holocene epoch events had revealed my androgyny, I had looked into and indulged all kind of taste sensation. For my offset time, I think I did pretty well. My hips swayed and rolled as my shirt came off, then my skirt, then my bra, and finally my undies. Each composition was discarded as I took it off, but I took preeminence of where they went, for later collection.
With my scanty in script, I gave a final prickteaser : I waved them in front of Ricky's case, giving him a commodity flavour of my rousing. Because I was aroused, there was no dubiousness about that. I had timed it pretty well too, the call ending just as I settled on my bum, ramification apart, juicy bald kitty-cat back talk in plain stitch position to my wide-eyed brother.
From where I was, I could also see between his weapon, down past his abdomen to between his legs, that my dance had had the desired effect : his tool was now fully extended and rock hard. I smirked."You didn't do as I say : you moved a muscle. Well, I suppose we can let that one sliding board, this prison term. Now, come closer."I crooked a fingerbreadth, and he crawled forward until we were only edge apart.
I pushed down on the top of his fountainhead, forcing him into line with my crotch."Lick."
He hesitated."I said lick ! And don't make-believe you haven't done this in half your unhinged fantasies. You'll enjoy finally getting at your sis'sweet twat. Now, lick !"
To be honest, he was a bit scrap at cunnilingus, lapping at my crotch as if he were cleaning a scale - and no incertitude tasting something worth the lapping up. My twat had felt a few clapper in the last few days, and while he was not the rack up, he was far from the upright. The racy sordidness of the situation Sir Thomas More than made up for it though, and my pectus started heaving with the beginning build toward flood tide. Besides, a few word of business firm guidance, supported by my directing hands on either side of his head soon had him hitting more of the right hand spots. He could be trained ! I had sureness that, with practice and my precise feedback, he had become a fairly decent pussy-licker. The very fact that I was even thinking that way gave me a little illicit thrill when I realized it.
This time, though, with my oral masseur in my thrall, a whim caught me and I decided to involve it a step further. Shifting slightly to stay more on my tailbone, I pressed down on the top of his foreland, pushing him away from my clit, down across the perineum to my gather pink arsehole.
It was too much for him. With a stumble, he backed away a foot or so."Eww, you want me to lick you bum ? ! That's disgusting !"
"So is perving on your innocent minuscule Sister while you wank yourself, but you don't appear to possess had any problem with that. Now get to it, my sphincter is waiting."
That appeared to sting him, but he wasn't budging. I had to up the stakes."Well, I suppose word will have to get out."I reached for my phone, which I had made sure to neglect close at hand."Now, what's the public figure of that girl you like ? Diana, wasn't it ? I have her phone number right here…"
"NO ! OH God, no ! Please don't do that !"I carried on fiddling with my phone until I felt his tongue run right across my butt-hole, leaving a trail of warm saliva between my butt-cheeks.
In one sentience, it did aught for me. There are no g-spots on my bum, and he wasn't going cryptical enough otherwise. However, the tactile property of it was like nil I had ever experienced before, and that was tremendously exciting. His hot breath, his hot tongue, the slickness of his spit, the way it cooled quickly between my pulled-apart buttock every time he moved slightly away. As I pulled the back of his head word in, he could not help probing a picayune right wing into my sphincter with his tongue… or could he ? Was he doing it deliberately ?
Either way, it was something unparalleled. I mean, where in all the rest of your liveliness, do you get something standardized to that ? Even full-on penetrative anal retentive sex isn't quite the same thing. I once read that having a warm shower is a eldritch experience to put homo through because there is null in the natural mankind, naught in evolution, that is similar enough to fix us for it. Well, having a glossa slathering your asshole, and occasionally just poking a little bit at the pucker is another one.
Besides, I was already riding the edge from the scolding my kitty-cat had gotten, so any kind of stimulation was going to add me closer. A part of me wanted to keep this wild, kinky drive going, but my need overtook me, my fingers went to my button, and barely a couple of touches triggered that plosion of pleasure I craved.
It wasn't just joy that exploded from me either. Ever heard of female ejaculation ? Ever felt it ? I did then, and in a horse sense, so did brother Ricky, because he was on the incur end. all the way liquid gushed from my pussy, ample with musky stimulation. It coated his forehead and cheeks, dripping down his neck, just a little thicker than water.
I pushed him back lightly, and he sat up on his haunches. His breathing was enceinte, just like mine. His rock strong knob jutted upwards and forwards, drawing the eye. His hands started to move, but the thin narrowing of my eyes halted him, and his arms returned to dangling placidly by his sides.
Finally, I stood up. I walked around him. Occasionally, a drip of pussy succus would luxate from my folds, or from his chin, and soak into his bedchamber carpet.
"You did well,"I said finally. I kneeled behind him, and my small breasts pressed into his back."You deserve a bit of a reinforcement,"I whispered, right into his ear. My right hand reached round, and grabbed his cock. He shuddered. Slowly, very slowly, I started moving my hand up and down.
"This is what you want, isn't it ?"I continued murmuring, my lips brushing his ear."The feminine touch on your engorged penis. Of course, you want to get it on. All men want to fuck. So do nearly char. But that's not going to happen, or at to the lowest degree not yet, so the side by side substantially thing to a fair sex's vagina wrapped around you… Well, that's their lip, but coming in third gear is their hand. Do you like that ?"I sped up slightly as he nodded.
"I bet you've dreamt of getting your lips at my juicy pussy. Yeah, you've tongued my zany in your mind while you jerked your stopcock just like I'm jolt now. And that's not all. You've imagined fucking me too, sticking your prick right in between my folds, deep, right into my schoolgirlish footling womb. You've pounded your sweet, sexy sister's slit, pounded it, pounded it, while the wall squeezed you like this."
I squeezed his humanness, hard but not too hard, and continued, my articulation never rising above a rustling."It's hot in there, hot and wet and begging for a man to thrust in and penetrate it. It wants to be full-of-the-moon of surd man-meat, stretched. Your penis could fill my aching, gaping chasm. I would clamp down on you so hard when I came, pulsing on your rod. roll in the hay me. Yeah, fuck me. Are you fix to arrive ? Are you ready to fill your Sister's vagina with your sugariness, slick cum ? Then do it. Jizz for me. Spurt !"
And he did. Wow, he did. It blasted across the room, thick white ropes of cum, flying through the air for a in effect six base. He jerked, his consistence contorting, and a long, loud groan escaped his brim, as his jizz landed on the wall, the carpeting, and the last of it rolled down my knuckles.
I pulled away, and he collapsed to his hands and knees. As he gasped, I collected my habiliment, wiping the semen off on my panties. I clipped my skirt back on, and did up my shirt.
By the time I was done, he was standing up."I've never orgasmed like that before,"he said, awe in his voice.
"Well, maybe you will again, we'll have to see. It all depends how well-behaved you are."
Hope lit up his boyish side."What do I own to do ?"
"Oh, all variety of things. For a start, get this home cleaned up. Then tomorrow…"I grabbed his prick again, and wiped the end with my bundle underwear. Then I unravelled it and held it in front of his face. There were several slightly yellowed damp patches on the lily-white stuff now, and a yoke of remaining gobbets of goo."You are going to wear these. All day."
"What ? !"he cried in dismay, the post-orgasmic luminescence evaporating in an instant."But… but what if I have P.E. ? What if I have to vary ? All the guy cable will see !"
"That's your problem,"I said coldly. He didn't. I had sneaked a fast glance at his stratum timetable on the paries over his desk. He didn't need to screw that, though."Aw, you thought this was over ? Silly piddling boy. It's not going to be over for a yearn time. Get used to doing whatever I say, permanently. Hey, if you do it right, I am for sure we can shit a new condition you can be happy with. For a start, you get to own something that's been wrapped around my goose, wrapped around your cock all day tomorrow. Think of that. This smooth, soft textile has been rubbing back and forth against my slick folds, soaking up my hot, nubile girl-juices, and it's gon na be pressed against your knob. And if you get a bit… over-excited by that idea, one or two more discolouration won't make much difference…"
I turned to leave him with that thought, dropping the panties on a storage locker next to his door. Where they were in plain sight to anyone coming down the corridor. I heard him hurry to grab them and slam the door .
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