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Click hereJanet started to leak fluids and after a minute of listening, her pussy already was warm and slippery. God, her soft lips of her wet vagina were so amazing. I was immediately aware that she must have shaved since was no sensation of any pubic hair. Everything felt silky smooth and slippery.
I slid my fingers up and down my sister's amazing pussy, God her pussy lips were large. I was holding my breath, lying dead still waiting for the explosion that never came.
But, in the end, I chickened out and soon slipped from under the covers and went to the bathroom. I had to relieve my swollen and aching cock and loaded balls. When I was younger and masturbated in the bathroom, I sat on the toilet and shot my wad into toilet paper, but this time I stood in front of the sink, and jerked it quickly with my eyes closed and the memory of Janet's drenched pussy and those lips. It definitely didn't take long, after only a few pulls I felt my balls contract. I supported myself by leaning against the sink, but I almost collapsed anyway as my knees went weak as bolts of cum blasted from the head of my dick and onto the mirror.
I caught a glimpse of my contorted face in the mirror and had to laugh. Between the relief my balls felt and the moment of spontaneous levity, the stress of my near discovery disappeared. I wiped down the wall with a wet cloth, relieved my bladder and went back to the bed, pulled back my boxers, and eased myself under the covers. Janet moaned quietly and again draped her arm over my chest. I turned my head and kissed my sleeping sister softly on the top of her head before drifting off to sleep.
The next morning, Janet woke early and extricated herself from their intermingled bodies. She felt great and inexplicably felt somehow that a load was lifted from her shoulders. She looked happy, totally clueless of last nights events.
- COMMENTS
Drcock666about 1 year agoAuthorSorry that you guys didn't like this one, (I agree that the age difference and the amount of time since mom's death could've been better. And keep in mind that this is part 1, Steve doesn't have to fuck his sister in part 1, what fun would that be. I've already submitted part 2, and I will see if there is an interest in a part 3 as well. I can't guarantee that Steve will fuck Janet in part 2 either. Doc.
Anonymousabout 1 year agoGive Steve some sexy chest hair for Janet to caress -- he can be a very well-muscled, masculine sexy older brother!
NudeInMaineabout 1 year agoSo he’s been caring for his sister now for 6 years. In those six years, there’s never bern another thunder storm? Surely she didn’t wait until she was 18 to be scared of thunder and get into bed with him?
ScottishTexanabout 1 year agoThat was a huge disappointment on so many levels!😕
Two things stuck out like sore thumbs.
First, just what was the point in having the narrator be 30 years old with an 18 year old sister? With regards to the story, it doesn't make sense at all. You could have easily made him 6 years older so that he was 18 when mom died and he takes care of little sister from that point on.
Second, what was the point of disclosing Janet getting paid for doing a porn movie? 🤔 Once again it has no bearing on the rest of the story. 😴
Your writing skills are not bad, but there were several typos:
"Yes," I responded trying hard not to look down at her crouch, but even if I didn't look, I noticed that she had a camel-toe pussy." "Crotch" instead of "crouch". You did get it correct later on though when you used it again.
All in all though, your story was just a tease and a huge letdown. 2/5
Anonymousabout 1 year agoYou suck as a writer. You are all over the place. She's facing toward you, then facing away in the same sentence. She's wearing t-shirt that becomes a sweater. I think you copied your favorite parts of other people's writing and plagiarized yourself a story.
