1. Malpractice Chapter 2: Practice with My Sister


    Date: 11/3/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Blowjob, Incest, Male/Female, Male/Teen Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Teen, Author: Dadachum, Rating: 91.8, Source: sexstories.com

    with my fingers. Then I took her other boob in my hand and started massaging them rigorously. My sister moaned in pleasure as I went on. I lost myself. My head started to ache, more seriously than it had since after my run-in with Denise. But nevertheless, I sent: You are horny. You are immensely attracted to me Almost instantly she shot out and grabbed me in her arms, kissing me passionately. Her tongue was superb, hot and violent. In small shock, I struggled to keep up with her. I kept massaging her tits as her hands ran all over my body, pulling my shirt over my head. She started kissing my chest, until she put her face in front of my crotch and nibbled on my hardening dick through my boxers. My head was starting to seriously hurt but I kept at it. I had my hands all over her, not sure what to do. I wanted to feel the softness of her breasts, to grab her by the hips, to touch the booty. I had to stop before I did something I could never forgive myself for. But I couldn't. My sister was seductively nibbling on me through my underwear. I could feel her tongue wet the fabric, and a bulge was soon totally visible. I was given some brief respite when she pulled away and looked me in the eye. “God, I can't believe we're doing this...” she said in disbelief, obviously. “Look, Jordan if you want to stop...” I said very half-heartedly. “No way. You're so hot, Matt. We... we don't have to have sex. I mean, we shouldn't. But could you...” she fell silent, and leaned backwards on ...
    the sofa, removing her shorts. I was shocked to see she'd not been wearing any panties underneath. “Matt. Please, use your mouth. I can use mine too.” I think we can all pretty much guess at this point, that I'm going to hell. I plunged down into her most holy of holies. I didn't need to tease her or warm her up, she was already as wet as any I'd ever seen. She moaned loudly and aggressively, as my tongue did its thing on her. She started grabbing my brown hair, which was just long enough to be grabbed at all. Her moans grew louder and louder until she arced her back like a bridge upwards and let out a howling sound. I pulled back, but she leaped forward, grabbed me, and stuck her tongue deep in my mouth. Next thing I knew, I was on my back, making out passionately with my sister. Again she started moving down south, kissing my chest, my stomach, until finally she removed my boxers and gently kissed my hard dick. “Oh, this is so wrong.” she moaned, and licked the tip. “I'm so sorry, Jordan.” I said, and gasped at the pleasure she gave me. “Don't be. I'm – lick – just as guilty as you.” It tore on my conscience how untrue that was, and yet I couldn't – wouldn't – do anything to stop it. I could make her stop, maybe rinse away any guilt she might have when she got her senses back. Hell, for all I knew, I might had been able to make her forget it all. But I didn't even try. To be honest, a part of me wanted this to only be the beginning. Some diabolical side of me was already ...
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