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My Three s****rs
Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 95, Source: xHamster
sexy thighs, in the short, pleated skirt, kept stealing my glances away from the likes of Pamela Anderson on the TV. I was becoming shaky with lust as I sat next to her and the curves of her beautiful body, so near and yet so out of my reach. "She's not real," Susan said beside me. "What?" I said, turning my gaze from Rachel to Sue. "Pamela Anderson," she said, tugging the brim of her ballcap, "I read about her. Her breasts are implants and her lips are silicone." "Really?" Rachel said. "Yeah. Plus she can't act. She's only on TV because of her breasts. She's a very shallow person." "Who cares?" I said. "I just like to look at her!" Both my s****rs looked s**thingly at me and then back to the TV. After a while, Rachel reached around to the small of her back and moaned. "What's the matter, Rache?" Susan asked. "It's my back, Sues. I think I pulled a muscle last week at tryouts (She had not only made the team again, but was going to be captain for her senior year). "Oh," I said, "let me rub it for you." "Would you, Tom?" "Sure," I said, feeling my boner come alive in my shorts as I turned to her and she turned her back to me, pulling her long, shiny, black hair up to her neck. With trembling hands I began to rub and kneed the muscles of my s****r's shapely back, smelling her perfume in my nostrils as I handled her sexy body. "Oh, that feels good, Tom! Can you do it ... lower?" I began to rub the muscles of her lower back, at the tapered area above her wide hips. I used my thumbs along her spine as I opened my hands and held her thin waist between them. My boner surged in my boxers. God, I was on fire for her! "Well," said Susan loudly, standing from the couch and looking down at us, "I'm going out to look for a softball game. Do you want to warm me up with a little catch, Tom?" "Naw," I said, my hands all over Rachel's warm back and my mind seething with ideas, "you go on down to the park. I bet there's someone there who wants to play with you." Shrugging and grabbing her mit from the coffee table, Susan said, "Suit yourself," and headed out into the late-morning sunshine, leaving me alone with Rachel. As I kept rubbing her and trying to feel her, Rachel said, "Tom, you're not getting my spot." God, how I wanted to get her spot! "No?" I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "Maybe I'm rubbing you at the wrong angle." "Really?" "Yeah. Let me get in front of you and reach around." "Okay." I got down to my knees, on the floor, as Rachel scooted to the edge of the couch and I moved to the front of her, between her knees, looking down at the short, blue, pleated skirt of her uniform and reaching behind her to her back. "Open your legs so I can get closer and do it right," I said and watched as her dreamy thighs parted, raising her skirt until I could ...