Oh my slut

Introduction:

Sisters before misters, after all.

Disclaimer:

This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. No characters are under the age of 18.

“Please close the window, Anna, I’m going to catch a cold”

I grimaced at my sister Ashley. It was the month of June, and it was very humid and unbearably hot. The only way I could survive a 9 hour long bus journey with my occasional feats of carsickness was if I sat next to the window and held it wide open.

“Please put on a scarf over your nose, Ash.” I pleaded with her. She sighed in reply.

As soon a the bus gained speed, Ashley ‘s head dropped to one side. I smiled at her fondly. She could be a little annoying at times, but she was my only sister. And I loved her.

I reached out and adjusted the scarf around her head. My eyes wandered to the deep V-neck of her sweater and I breathed in loudly. The slope of her plump, soft breasts were very clearly visible. I felt guilty for snooping, and even more for fantasizing about touching them, feeling them, biting them..

Dammit. I was getting wet staring at my sister. This was wrong on so many levels. Plus, Ashley wasn’t even interested in girls. I mean. she had a boyfriend. I wondered if they had sex.

I took out my phone and my earphones, and reduced the brightness and the sound and began to watch a threesome hardcore porn clip. I imagined Ash in the place of the hot brunette gasping and moaning as a big, fat cock thumped in and out of her.

With my left hand, I reached inside my skirt and rubbed my clit. To keep myself from making any sound, I bit my lower lip. In a few minutes, I was done.

Before turning my phone off, I stared at my wallpaper. Ashley and I were smiling at the camera. Her 5 feet 4 self looked so glamorous in her fitting clothes. There was a time that I envied her soft curves, her lush hair, her smooth, perfectly round butt, the mole on the inside of her left breast – but it was obvious that I now desired her. I ached for her.

I looked awkward next to her. I was the taller one, 5’7″ in height. I sometimes stood fully naked in front of a mirror, studying my form. My breasts had grown fuller in the past 3 years and they were heavy, but perky.

I admired how Ash’s boobs looked not too rigid, not too loose either. I would draw a similar mole on my own left boob with an eyeliner, to be more like her. My ass was a bit too large, I didn’t like it.

My figure was what they called, the shape of a pear. Ashley, on the other hand, had a perfect hourglass shaped body.

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I was wearing a gossamer pink short gown that ended just above my thighs. I tugged at the ends, wishing for it to be slightly more covering.

“Don’t do that.” said a voice from my behind. I whipped back and my jaw dropped to the floor.

Ashley stood in front of me in a full length gown which clung to every curve of her body. The neckline was very daring, her boobs could slip out any moment. Not that it would be so bad a thing. Her opalescent white gown almost blended in with her flawless skin.

“Don’t do what?” I asked, clearly still in a daze.

“Don’t cover that fine work of art” Ash said and put her hand on my butt cheek. My eyes grew wide. She smiled as her hand softly caressed my ass.

“Ashley, what-” I started to say but she cut me off.

“Don’t think that I haven’t seen you eye me, little sister. I love you so much, so I thought it would only be fair if I were the one to initiate you to the world of pleasure.” I grew beet red with embarrassment.

“Aw, don’t be shy. It’s not that you haven’t seen me naked before” she winked at me. I swallowed hard.

Yes, I had indeed seen her naked. We used to bathe each other when we were small. But even after that, like the peeping tom that I am, I snooped on to her changing, several times. And a desire I could not fathom throbbed between my legs.

“Now, come on” she cooed, and unzipped my dress from the behind. She pulled it down as I stood stiffly, still unable to process what was going on.

I stood in front of her, naked and feeling vulnerable. She looked at me admiringly.

” Now” she smiled ” won’t you be a darling and help me out of this dress?”

With shaky fingers, I untied the knot on the back of her gown and peeled in down. At my contact with her skin, she shivered lightly, and sth went off in my head.

I began to kiss her neck and her back, causing her to moan softly. I reached out and took her boob in my hand, but it was too big and would not fit. I felt the heaviness of her boob on my hand. My head had began to spin.

I pinched down hard on her nipple. Surprised, she let out a small scream.

Taking the nipple between my thumb and forefinger, I rolled it around. I could feel that she was tensing up, savoring the possibility that I might pinch her again.

She suddenly turned around and kissed me on the mouth. I was too shocked to kiss back at first, but I did eventually. She continued to kiss me and push me, so I followed her lead.

When she threw me on the bed all of a sudden, I was breathless. She climbed to my side and patted my thighs, telling me to spread my legs. As soon as I did, she reached down and felt up and down my pussy. I held my breath.

She put a finger inside me and felt around for a bit. Then she put in a second finger, and then a third. At this point, I groaned.

Ashley winked at me and continued to work up and down inside my pussy. I haven’t had anyone’s hand but my own on me, ever. she was right, it did feel good that she was the one to introduce me to this.

But the truth was that, it hurt more than the sensation, but the hurt too didn’t feel too bad.

Ashley had started going deeper and faster now, and I felt fireworks going down inside. I bucked my hips to the motion of her hand and threw back my head.

“Oh, OH MY GOD” I panted, “Oh dear Lord”. Ashley laughed.

After another 30 seconds, I was practically dancing on my hips, and I felt the orgasm build up.

“Ash?” I whimpered. “Yes, Annie?” she asked me. “I think I’m cumming” I moaned.

In a moment, Ashley did something, like touched a part inside my pussy I didn’t know existed. At this exact moment I reached the peak and I subsequently exploded.

For a split second I must have blacked out due to the intensity of the orgasm, because when I came back to my senses, Ashley was lying down next to me, softly squeezing my boob.

And then I woke up. I was still on the bus, I realized disappointedly. But it all felt so real. I could even feel a hand on my boob.

I looked down and my eyes grew wide as I realized that there was indeed, a hand on my breast.

But Ashley was still asleep, both her hands folded neatly across her lap. Then who-

I let out a gasp as the hand pinched down my nipple hard.

(To be continued)