– What’s it that you’re hiding?
– Nothing.
– Show me then.
– No, it’s nothing.
– I’d come and snatch it then.
– No. Don’t come near. I’ll shout.
– Shout. Even mom’s not at home.
He approached her. She jumped down from the cot and tried to dodge out. But he stepped back in time and bolted the door within.
– What are you going to do?
– Whatever I want.
– You cannot. I’m your sister.
– I don’t care.
He advanced. She backed up, but bumped against the wall. Standing so close in front, he tried to snatch the book she held behind her back. But she tightened her grip. In the struggle her breasts pressed against his chest. It was a sweet sensation. And through the struggle, he pressed his crotch against hers. As she sensed his hardness across the barrier of their clothes, she ceased in her movements. He bent his head and kissed her mouth. Her body stiffened. The book she held slipped down. He didn’t bother to collect it. She pushed him apart, ran and fell on the bed face down.
He was confused for a moment thinking that she was weeping, but the rise and fall of her back implied otherwise. He crawled on the bed and lay by her; pushed aside her hairs and kissed her neck. She shivered.
– Did you read the story in that book?
– Mmmm.
– May I do as the brother in the story does?
– Mmmm.
She tilted up her torso. She kept her eyes closed. She crushed his lips against hers. She held him by his hairs. He moved his hands on and held her breasts. She pushed her chest up. He pressed her breasts over her blouse. She brought her hands on his, but just kept them there undecided. He opened her blouse. She arched her back to aid him unhook her bra too. Her lovely little firm breasts with its pointed little nipples stared at him. He took them in his big hands and felt they were as hard as cricket balls. He pressed them; and she moaned under his touch. Also she pulled him on top urging him to the ultimate task.
He didn’t want to test her patience. He pulled down her skirt to find her without a panty. While at home, usually, she doesn’t wear one. Her cunt was a little triangular mound covered with a thin moss of silky soft hairs. It was so small that it could be covered by his palm. She opened her thighs shamelessly to have his cock there. But he had his trousers still. He pulled his cloths off in haste and covered her with his bare body.
Her cunt was already oozing with excitement. He placed the thick knob of his stiff cock at the pale red slit of her pussy façade. Even at as much touch, she groaned. Holding her firm small breasts, he pressed his knob against her slit. It didn’t sink. He pressed it again. No. He tried his strength again and again several times. No yielding.
He looked this way and that way. He found a hair oil bottle at the side table. He stretched his hand and got it. He poured some oil on his left palm. Wetting his right forefinger with the oil he dipped it into her slit. It slipped. He did likewise three four times and lubricated her hole that was already wet with her juices. He wanted to be double sure this time. So he tried to widen her hole adding one more finger. He found her hole too tight to accommodate them. If he can’t make her take two of his fingers, he is not going to get into her with his thick veined shaft. He tried hard and succeeded in getting in his middle finger too. He didn’t stop at that, but fucked her with his fingers. She moaned. She felt as if she was in heaven. His fingers were as good as a cock. Poor girl! For a girl who never had a real cock, tight moving fingers is a boon indeed.