1. My Sister Terri


    Date: 7/13/2015, Categories: True Story, Incest, Masturbation, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: MrTony, Rating: 92.4, Source: sexstories.com

    movement was both very awkward and very obvious -- adjusting her position, and spreading her legs enough to position myself between her legs - basically getting her into the classic missionary position. As I unabashedly forced my access to her pantied crotch, I was dumbfounded by her reaction - my sister helped to align her crotch with my hard-on and then eagerly spread her legs in the air as she began to rock her pelvis against the erection in my pants. She was ten, and I was fourteen, but to anyone watching, there was no mistaking what we were doing. Still making a nominal effort to keep up the pretense of wrestling, I loosely held her wrists pinned over her head. But it was clear she wasn't worried about the impression she was making - as she wantonly moved her pelvis back and forth against me. I helped by moving my body into hers in tempo. I'd exposed my undisguised, sexually lustful thoughts and that seemed to make all the difference for her own lust. Her pace immediately quickened and she looked into my eyes, clearly trying to get enough friction at the right spot. Growing frantic, her legs wrapped around me tightly, trying to pull me into her with a pace that matched hers. We were both out of control. Any pretense of wrestling gone, it was my chance to be sexually assertive, so I released her hands from where they were "pinned" over her head and just timed my strokes against her very wet panties to match her motion. I knew her panties were wet because the front of ...
    my own pants were drenched from her juices. I knew that she would bury her head in my shoulder as she orgasmed, but I wanted to watch her at the crucial moment, which was arriving quickly, so I used one hand on her cheek to hold her head facing mine. As she looked into my eyes, I could see her growing desperation. Her pelvis was arching into me now with an almost wild tempo, her breathing uneven. I was wearing very thin fabric pants, and I could feel the heat and moisture of my penis sliding between her engorged vaginal lips. I pushed my penis along her slit in a long stroke, hoping that she would feel it on her clitoris. She involuntarily gasped, then flung her arms wildly around me and held me tightly - her eyes betraying the intense joy she was feeling. She arched her clitoris into me as I looked into her eyes, her long climax seemed to be amplified by knowing that it was me, her brother, doing this lewd act with her, and knowing that this time I intended this orgasm for her. We Played and Played Now that I understood the game, it became a ritual for perhaps a year. We probably played a couple of times a week, or whenever we could, never really talking about what we were really doing. And Terri's "wrestling" time became a rush to position herself under me, wrap her legs around me, and thrust herself against me until she orgasmed. I wouldn't usually orgasm - but occasionally as I watched her climax I would get caught up in the excitement. On those occasions I would feel my ...
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