1. My Sister, The Slut: Friday


    Date: 7/1/2016, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Female/Female, First Time, Incest, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Author: cjameson, Rating: 85.4, Source: sexstories.com

    I’ve just been burning to tell someone about this, I can barely contain myself. But first, you need to know everything. I’m Jenna and I’m slightly on the taller side. Coming from an Italian family, both me and my sister – who this story’s about – are somewhat darker-skinned and brunettes. I have a 38B bra size, while my sister, Anna, because she’s only 16 has smaller, but perky tits. Although I must say I have noticed that they’re still growing nicely. Growing up, I never thought it was weird to like looking at other girls just as much as boys. As I got older and my sexuality increased, I started experimenting. It didn’t take long for me to realize just how much of a whore I was myself – dicks, pussy, balls, tits, toys, anal, cum, I loved it all. But this story’s not really about me. Last weekend our parents went to stay at a hotel for their wedding anniversary. Obviously not a big deal, we’d stayed home alone before. The night they left, Friday, I drove my sister to a friend’s house and told her I wouldn’t be able to bring her home because I invited a few people over to our house to drink. She said it was fine and that she could get a ride. Two of my friends, Nicole and Sam, came over with a few bottles of wine. After a few hours they left and I began to wonder where Anna was, so I texted her. Her response was: “om way hom e”. Is she drunk, I wondered? My question was answered soon enough as she came through the door, trying poorly to compose herself. She was a little tipsy ...
    on her feet and had this big grin on her face. I also smiled, remembering when I first started drinking in high school too. I also noticed what she was wearing – black converse, cutoffs, and a tight blue tank top with a bare midriff. I guess I never realized it before – or maybe I’m just a little drunk myself – but she is pretty hot. My mind wandered, questioning how many guys in her grade had already jacked off to her. I snapped back, realizing how weird that thought was. I asked her how her night was and she said it was fun; they drank a bunch, played some games. She told he about how they played spin the bottle and she got to kiss a boy she had a crush on, but then she had to kiss a girl. It must have been the wine, because again I felt another burst of horniness, wishing I could have seen it. I squeezed my legs together gently, feeling my pussy start to ache. “I don’t know if this is weird, but I kind of liked the girl’s kiss better,” she continued. “That’s not weird, girls know what girls want more than guys do.” “I guess that makes sense. Have you ever done anything with a girl before?” “I’ve kissed a lot, but I’ve only ever had sex with a few.” Her face reddened when I said it, but I could also sense a turn on. I told her not to be embarrassed, and suddenly felt myself lean in and kiss her. I don’t know what came over me, but she must’ve liked it – or been drunk - because she didn’t pull away. I slid my hand up her smooth, bare thigh and she squeezed her legs together ...
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