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So assuming you’ve read my first encounter with my sister, let’s call her Anne, that was the start of a sexual relationship spanning a couple of years that I still, to this day, recall fondly and consider one of my best. It didn’t happen immediately, in fact, our interactions were a little stilted at first, but over a few weeks, as I’m about to explain, they got much, much, better.

To give you a picture of what Anne looked like, she was at the time about 5′ 2 and very slim, in fact, into her thirties she could wear children’s clothes and avoid paying VAT. She did however have a nice full bust, I’d now guess she was 34/36 C/D then, with fairly normal hips, making for a nice hourglass figure. She was blonde but wasn’t stunningly pretty. She did, however, know how to dress, especially exploiting her full bust, and would turn heads often.

On the other hand, I was not only thin, but would be considered scrawny. I was 5′ 4, weighed about 7 st, and could suck my stomach in so far that I could close my hands around my waist touching finger and thumb tips. I wasn’t an attractive proposition for most girls, which contributed to my surprise that she had previously forced me to eat her out.

As mentioned above, things had been difficult since she’d forced me. I, for instance, now loved the thought of it happening again and couldn’t stop thinking about it. She, however, clearly felt differently as she had hardly spoken to me. Whether it was guilt, shame, or anxiety at the prospect of me grassing on her, I don’t know.

One major change that surprised me, to be honest, was that she would now come through my room to the bathroom at night, naked, or at least just in panties (if you don’t understand why she had to come through my room, read my first encounter with her as it explains it).

Her naked tits were a typical late teens not fully developed woman pair, with puffy nipples and the last traces of the conical appearance that late-teen girls have, or at least that’s what the two or three pairs of teenage tits I’d ever seen, looked like.

I loved them, and couldn’t get them out of my head, day or night. These almost nightly trips to the bathroom though, bouncing them around as she came through my room, were more than making up for not having seen them in our earlier encounter. Even when she had panties on, they were lacy or see-through or similar, always sexy.

I was already obsessed with tits, my cousin had seen to that, showing me plenty from porn mags that he sneaked from his dad’s stash. I don’t know if this new show from Anne had made me more obsessed, but it certainly didn’t diminish it, that’s for sure. What I do know is that I would literally lay awake for hours, waiting for her to skip through my room to the bathroom, her tits bouncing on the way, deliciously.

It hadn’t immediately registered that she’d sometimes leave the door partly open too, despite being in there to pee. With the bathroom light shining bright, and my bedroom light off, this enabled me to see clearly as she took a pee and wiped herself, and she always faced the door as she did it so I got a good eyeful.

I was even able to move for a better view without her noticing my movement. It also occurred to me that I could stroke my cock whilst watching her and she wouldn’t see. So, many a night found me with cock in hand, ogling my sister’s tits as she spent a penny in the bathroom, then pretending to be asleep once she reached my door and passed through my room, and finally, furiously, rubbing one out as I continued to picture her tits and recall the scene in the bathroom from artemisbet yeni giriş a week or two earlier.

Life was good; and it was about to get better.

Almost every Saturday, as a tradition, we visited our grandparents on our mother’s side. They lived about a thirty-minute drive away and it was quite common for us to go there for Saturday afternoon even into adulthood. The three of us would be dropped off, Anne, Andrew, and I; then Mum and Brian would go do some shopping, run errands, etc, and once done, pick us up.

A couple of weeks had passed without visiting them since Anne and My bathroom adventure. We were therefore quite pleased when mum announced that we were heading over there late one Saturday afternoon as we hadn’t seen them for a while.

So, after the obligatory toilet visit for Andrew (being only thirteen yet, mum still insisted on him ‘trying’ before any trip, a habit she had dropped with us older kids. Apparently, bladders become stronger on the day you become eighteen), we headed for the car.

Our car had an unusual setup, I can’t remember the make or model, but the front seat was more of a bench rather than two seats, and three people could sit up there. I actually preferred to be in the back as it had more room, especially if either Anne or Andrew had ‘bagsied’ the front seat between Mum and Brian.

They, however (Anne and Andrew), were always competing to get the front seat. Anne claiming it as the ‘oldest’ at 19, and Andrew as the ‘youngest’. I couldn’t give a crap. This day, however, Anne didn’t even attempt to ‘bagsie’ it, in fact she just headed for the back seat and Andrew joyfully headed for the front. Something I couldn’t help but notice.

These were the days when it wasn’t even required to wear seat belts in the front, let alone the back. As I settled in behind Mum, Anne got in behind Brian. She immediately lifted the blanket that was often folded up on the middle of the three seats, opened it out, and laid her head down on my lap, pulling the blanket up over her.

What the fuck! I simply looked down at her as she took one quick direct look into my eyes, and then closed hers as if to go to sleep. She was facing me and had her right hand on the seat to my right, just nuzzled against my hip.

After shuffling her head side to side, as if to get comfy on a cushion, and extremely close to my crotch, she simply placed her left hand in front of her face, palm down, right on top of my cock. I jumped as her hand rested on it, my hands held above her, wondering what to do with them. After a few seconds, I simply placed my hands down, one above her head, one on her shoulder, curious as to what her plans were.

Once the car was moving, I got a shock as Anne started ever so slightly to move the tips of her fingers. Almost imperceptively if it wasn’t for the fact that a highly sensitive cock was resting directly below them; and the fact that I couldn’t take my eyes off them and could therefore see that they were moving slightly.

She slowly started to expand the motion, it became obvious that she was circling the head of my cock. Even through my shorts, it felt fantastic. I closed my eyes, laid back slightly, and began to moan lightly, like when you’re having a great neck or head rub.

“You ok Michael?” my mum’s voice suddenly brought me back!

“Y, yes,” I stammered, and broke into coughing fits in a ridiculous attempt to cover that I’d been moaning. “Just swallowed wrong,” I claimed. It was made much worse by Anne, she had squeezed the head of my cock just as I was coughing. I artemisbet giriş could see her shoulders shaking as she did, she was laughing, the little bitch was getting off on my discomfort! I wasn’t really in a position to complain.

I realised with a start, that if I was going to allow this to continue, and to be honest, what 18-year-old guy would stop it, that I would need to be totally silent and hold back any moans whilst she carried through whatever she had in mind. I was also nervous that she was just going to be a prick tease and leave me with a hard-on, just for kicks.

I laid back again, determined to let her continue without interruption, and Anne reverted to her circling motions on the head of my cock, delighting me once more. She then moved her hand to the edge of my shorts and slid her fingertips under them. The feeling on my skin was electric, I stifled the first moan of many, brutally aware that my mum would wonder what was going on if I moaned aloud again.

Anne wasn’t concerned, she moved her hand in light teasing motions further up my leg until she met the elastic of my underwear. She then dug her fingers into the crease of my groin to get her tips under the elastic, even that sent jolts through me and I had to bite my tongue to remain quiet.

She next encountered my balls, and, with her nails, scratched them gently, causing my sac to pucker at the touch. It was sensational. My cock was fully hard by now, tenting in my shorts and making it easy for Anne to get her hand completely inside, which she did.

After stroking my shaft a few minutes, which felt so good I almost came in my pants, she took a firm hold of my cock. She pulled it under the elastic and out into the open. The cool air of the car hitting the hot head of my cock confirmed that it was only inches away from my Sisters mouth. Fuck! My mind was everywhere, my senses were on fire, this had to be a dream, it couldn’t be real.

But it was, she blew on the head of my cock and, with the tip of her finger, collected the pre-cum off the tip and spread it around the head, sending me dizzy with lust. I wasn’t sure I could handle this situation, Mum 3 or 4 feet away, me pretending to be relaxing, whilst every nerve ending in my cock was in overload.

Anne now looked up at me, with my cock in full view, inches away from her lips, she gently took hold of the shaft. She looked directly into my eyes and extended her tongue, past her full red lips, towards the tip. As she moved slowly closer, a smile started to form on her lips, turning into a grin as the tip of her tongue met the tip of my cock. Boy was she enjoying this.

Suddenly, with quite a quick movement, she engulfed my cock head with her lips and licked under the tip. Fuck me it felt good and I almost lost it, both my composure and my load. Still looking her in the eyes, I pulled a face that said, “Don’t fucking surprise me like that.” She just smiled a cheeky, devilish smile.

Anne was now in full flow, slowly sucking up and down my length whilst licking my glans and shaft as she motioned back and forward. Her hand had now reached down to my balls and was stroking them in time with her head bobbing.

She couldn’t really use her right hand as it was trapped over by my right hip, or so I thought. She had other ideas and managed to squeeze her fingertips between my thigh and the seat, pulling them towards her as you would put your arm under a pillow, and thereby manage to reach my balls from below.

So Anne was now using both hands to stroke my balls with the tips of her nails, from above artemisbet güvenilirmi and below, whilst her head slowly bobbed up and down the length of my cock, licking the shaft and glans as she went. I was in heaven, I can’t describe how horny I was and how hot it was that she maintained eye contact as she did.

I decided I should have a little fun myself, so I reach down to the hem of her t-shirt and slipped my hand under it, moving upwards. As I did, I felt the smooth warm flesh of her waist, I had never felt anything as nice and lingered before continuing higher. The naked flesh of her breast surprised me, I had expected a bra and had already been deliberating how I would manage to undo it with my lack of experience. I needn’t have worried.

It occurred to me that she had purposely not worn a bra, she knew full well what she was doing. Had she planned this! Whatever, I didn’t care, I just moved the remaining few inches to enable me to fully cup her left breast and feel the hard nub of a nipple pressed against my palm. Fucking yes! I had her left breast fulling encased by my fondling hand and she hadn’t resisted. If I thought the touch on her waist felt amazing, then this was on another level.

I slowly lifted my hand away slightly so that I could get to her nipple with my fingers, and pinched. She sucked down hard on my cock and squeezed one of my balls with her freest hand as if to warn me that she could make me groan easier than I could her. I took the hint and started simply rolling her nipple in my fingers and then cupping her tit with my hand. It felt amazing.

Her attention to my cock was already paying dividends but it was starting to pay more, I could feel a familiar surge from when masturbating and knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. I thought to hold her head in place and force her to stop so that I would last, but then I looked outside and realised we were only a few minutes from our grandparents. Shit! I didn’t want to not only get out of the car with a hard-on in shorts, but have blue balls all visit, so I did the opposite to my thoughts, and picked up the pace.

I placed my free hand on the back of Anne’s head and started to pull her further onto my cock on the downstroke. God, it felt good. I wasn’t worried that I’d not get to cum anymore as I was almost there. I continued to fondle her tit and roll her nipple in my fingers, it was hard as a button and felt fantastic. I wanted it in my mouth but knew I couldn’t, not here and now anyway.

I could now feel the point of no return fast approaching. I pulled her head towards me and now bucked my hips towards her face, burying my cock as far as I could into her mouth. She continued to stroke my balls and occasionally squeezed them, it was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure that I would grow to enjoy. She even managed to lick my balls at the end of some of the downstrokes.

I couldn’t hold it anymore, I was now way past the point of no return, I would be bucking uncontrollably if I didn’t have the situation burned into the back of my mind, I can’t make a sound, can’t make a sound. One final, deep, stroke, into her mouth and I came hard. About five or six pulses of cum into her mouth. Fucking hell she just held me there, sucking my soul out through my cock, and not moving until she had every last drop cum in her mouth.

Eventually, I came down from the orgasm. Anne was licking me clean, ensuring that she hadn’t missed a drop of my cum. Then she rearranged her t-shirt and my shorts and sat up. She nonchalantly folded the blanket in place and stretched as if having been asleep.

Anne’s left nipple was still hard and erect, poking through her t-shirt. I nodded towards it as if to tell her to cover it up, she just smiled and squeezed her breast with a giggle. “By the way,” she said as we were about to pull up at the flats, “You owe me 2 pence!”

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