“Remember that one?” She asked.
I looked back at the TV, it was the two of us each with a water hose pointed at the other, we were soaking wet. It’s implication was not missed by me. My sister standing there with dirt smears on her legs, laughing as I was hosing her off.
“You always kept me so clean.” The glint of her smile, her mischievous eyes.
“You like to get so dirty.”
I knew precisely what she was thinking. In fact we were thinking the same things a lot lately, and I felt so utterly close to her. I do not think I had ever felt so close to anyone. I kept stroking her, noting she had on no bra and no panties just like she had said. Delicious. Exquisite. Soft and delicate, the feel of her ass. I could feel myself grow hard and adjusted myself, noting her eyes flash to my hand as I did. But giving no other notice than that. She knew I was getting hard, a little smirk on her face forming as she continued to watch the show.
I squeezed her a little on her hip, tugging her a little toward me and she scooted closer, hiding my arm better. My heart was pounding so hard. I wanted this to go on forever, to keep touching her, as everything else was falling away. She waggled her butt at me so as to indicate she wanted me to rub her ass more, drawing my hand downward.
So I complied, letting my caresses wander down over her ass and over the back of her thighs. I began to press my fingers in the crack of her ass and run them in a line down low between her legs, below the hem of her skirt touching her skin. Sasha just closed her eyes. I begin to stroke up her thighs, no one could see what I was doing. Giving my sister nice soft long strokes at the back of her thighs, moving my hand between her legs up the inside of her thighs with the front of my hand and the back of my hand. She stepped back a little. I just kept stroking her, one leg then the other, reaching high under her dress. I lay my hand on her bare ass, the curve of her ass meeting her thighs, drinking in the feel of her.
Sasha’s head tipped down, her eyes glazing, giving me a sideways glance and sly little grin. I keep rubbing, playing with that little space between her legs opening right to her pussy, tipping my palm up and pressed it between her legs. She let one leg slide wider, repositioning herself – for me. The fruit of her pussy, I cupped it in my palm.
I gave a light little squeeze. It fit perfectly in my hand, and as I squeezed she closed her eyes and moaned.
Permission. I curled my fingers and began to lightly scratch my nails over her labia, sort of petting her front to back, curling my fingers over the mound of her cunt and drawing my nails back along the soft hairs. I was scratching her itch, nice slow long strokes. Could feel her inner pussy lips press out of her slit as she got aroused.
“Mmmmmm.”
I just petted her like that for a long time.
She began to undulate her hips moving with my touch, dancing over my hand. She whispers to no one in particular, “feels…nice,” as I continued to pet her little puss, changing nothing. Not the pace, the pressure, the touch.