1. My Three s****rs


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 95, Source: xHamster

    sports and rough play. She was the one s****r I got along the best with, despite her always barging into my room without being asked. Christa was the youngest. She was the baby and got away with murder. Eleven years old and spoiled rotten. She was blonde, like my mother, and Mom doted on her and Christa used her to get what she wanted. And she never gave up the chance to get me into trouble. She was already tall (at least as tall as Susan) but had only just begun to develop. You could just see some budding knobs under the fronts of the frilly dresses she liked to wear. And then there was me. A 15 year old boy of average height and build. Reddish blonde hair, like my dad had. Not too bad looking (but no Brad Pitt) and surrounded by girls at home, but unable to meet a single girl outside of the house who seemed even willing to talk to me. So there I sat, with my 14 year old s****r watching cartoons on my bed, and an erection that showed no signs of abating, when I happened to look over and notice that Susan, along with her oversized, flannel shirt, was wearing my new, pre-faded Levi's. Laying on her stomach, I could see that she had them cinched up around her waist with a thin belt. Damn her nerve! I said to myself. She hadn't asked me, as usual, and I hadn't even worn them but once myself. &#034Squirt,&#034 I yelled, making her head turn to me from the TV. She looked at me, under the brim of her cap, with indifferent curiosity. &#034What?&#034 &#034Aren't those MY jeans?&#034 ...
    &#034Yeah,&#034 she shrugged, &#034I didn't think you'd mind.&#034 &#034Well, hell yes, I do mind so take them off!&#034 Susan rolled onto her back and smiled up at me. &#034No can do,&#034 she said. &#034We have to leave for school in a few minutes and I don't have time to change now.&#034 &#034There's plenty of time,&#034 I yelled, &#034so, come on! Get them off or I'll TAKE them off FOR you!&#034 Susan seemed unaffected by my threat. She just smiled defiantly, a dare in her green eyes, as she reached down and grasped the waistband of the jeans, with both hands, and said, &#034If you think you can, Hulkster, go ahead and try it!&#034 Angry at such disobedience from a younger sibling, I dove on top of her and began to reach down her stomach to try and unbuckle her belt. Susan started to laugh loudly and her body squirmed beneath me as she yelled, &#034Cut it out, Tom! Stop! That tickles!&#034 I couldn't seem to muster enough strength to pry her hands from the waistband so I decided that maybe another plan might be better. I sat up and straddled her and began to really tickle her now, like I used to when we were younger. She laughed and squirmed her surprisingly soft, curvy body between my legs. Her lower stomach rubbed directly against my (now erect more then ever) dick and my hands ran all over her flannel covered stomach, down her sides, brushing over the soft lumps of her breasts, into her armpits, her neck, and her legs. She laughed so loud and long, tears began pouring ...
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