1. Stacy 2


    Date: 10/13/2014, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    sneaked into your bed and slipped my fingers into you while you were asl**p. I got you all horny and it's hard to stop something once it has gone that far." "I know," she answered in a little voice. Guilt stabbed through me. I felt her rest her head back on my chest and slip an arm across me. "You didn't realise what we were doing, Stace. I more or less f***ed myself on you." "No you didn't!" she said, sharply. "You asked me, remember?" "Yeah, but I'm your b*****r. That means it was wrong." "Maybe." She shifted against me as if she were uncomfortable. The movement made her arm across my chest slip lower until it crossed my hips. There, the side of her forearm bumped into my semi-hard cock. She froze in place, immediately. Neither of us spoke for nearly a minute before she broke the silence. "Did I do that?" "Sorta." "So you do find me attractive, then?" "What?" "You know. I don't make you feel sick or anything?" "Of course you don't make me feel sick. What are you talking about?" "Well, you said it yourself. I have a body like a f******n year old girl. No man would be interested in me." "Don't talk daft. You are beautiful. And sexy. I haven't been able to get the thoughts of you out of my head all day!" "Really?" her voice quavered with wonder. I had forgotten just how low her self esteem was because of her underdeveloped body. "Yes really. I nearly had a car crash coming home from taking mum to work because I was daydreaming about the feel of your tits in my hand." Her ...
    chest lurched against my side and she let out a little sob. "You’re just making that up to make me feel better!" "No, I'm not! Stacy, you are lovely. I love your small tits. Yes, they are small, but that is not a bad thing. In my book, it's a very good thing. I adore small tits and you have the nicest I have ever held." There was silence for a while and we just lay together in a cosy embrace. The warmth of her little body seemed to seep into my right-hand side and pour straight down to my groin. I was getting really turned on! "I better go back to my room," she whispered. Every fibre in me was screaming No! But I just murmured, "Okay. If you want." I could feel her nod, but she did not move. More long minutes passed. Just lying there in the darkness, with my arm around her tiny body was delightful torture. I had to fight the urge to roll above her and take her. If she had been any other woman but my s****r, I would be halfway through ravishing her by now. But she wasn't any other woman. She was my s****r. My precocious brat of a little s****r that could get under my skin and make me crazy with anger with just a few words. My teenaged s****r that I had spent the last eighteen years fighting with and resenting. My darling s****r that I had made love to last night and I was now trembling just from cuddling her. As I thought about her, warmth seemed to spread in my chest. It was a strange feeling that I had not felt before. It spread in waves from underneath my left breast until it ...
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