Sasha ...

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We were sitting watching TV, my sis Sasha and me and we held hands, that is how it started. It slowly developed over the weeks, holding hands, sitting close to each other, talking.


Then it moved on, hands rubbing each others legs as we sat at the breakfast table or watching TV, then one day we just kissed, a real snogging session with tongues and me feeling her arse.


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I was older so I thought I should say ...


"Thus isn't really allowed you know," I said. "Not between us ..."


"This is fine," Sasha smiled. "Just as long as we don't have sex is all ... I will tell you any time I think it is time for us to stop all this fun, but I want to carry on and more now ..."


So we snogged and over the weeks went to feeling tits over clothes, feeling tits over bra then feeling bare tits and bare arse. I loved her hands on my arse and her pulling me tight against her, my hard cock pressed against her.


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We were watching TV and Sasha pulled up her skirt and guided my hand to her panties, I slid my hand inside and felt her hairy body, slipped my hand down and it was all set, her wet pussy at my fingertips, wow ...


"Gently at first," she whispered, didn't want mom to hear from the kitchen. "Yes ! Just there, just little rubs to start with ..."


She pushed my hand away, oh it was ok, she was just removing her panties. I touched her again and slipped a finger inside her pussy, such a wonderful feeling so wet.


Over the weeks he taught me how to touch her, two hands, one finger inside one on her pussy lips then move to her clit and omg the first time I took her to orgasm, what a wonderful day ! She was so quiet, mom was home, but so hot watching her orgasm face.


...


A few weeks later ...


"Mom is out, want to do an orgasm ?" Sasha asked.


"Yes !"


"Come upstairs in five minutes," she smiled a huge smile.


I waited inpatiently and went up, Sasha was in a tight t-shirt that showed off her skinny figure and tiny tits, a short skirt and pink kitty panties, I could see her panties since she was bent over hands on the wall her arse sticking out to me.


On her bed was a porn magazine, open at a picture of a woman in the same pose with a guy stood behind her with his cock in his hand. I turned the page, he was spraying cum on her arse ...


I dropped my trousers and undies and started to beat my meat ...


"I thought you ment for you," I said, still wanking, a few inches behind her cute arse.


"Skirt, panties or bare arse ?" She asked. "Don't worry about which to do, you can do each of them just about every day from now on. And don't worry about getting cum on me I went to the doctor and am on the pill.


I pulled her skirt up her panties down and she opened her legs wide, I couldn't hold back and my cum spurted all up her back as far as her neck, none on her arse at all. She giggled.


...


Sasha Let me cum on her arse lots of times and I fingered her to orgasm lots too.


"Want to have an orgasm yourself while I watch ?" I asked.


"Um, yes " she said.


It was fun watching her masturbate herself, she looked at boy and pics and gently fingered, then got rougher and rougher till she was moaning and reached for something, a big pink dildo, a present from mom she said afterwards, and fucked herself and had a screaming orgasm.


She relaxed then called me to the bed.


"Likewise I have only seen you do yourself, not me do it for you, want me to wank you off ?" She smiled a cute smile.


She sat on me her pussy right up against my balls and gave me a gentle hand job that lasted less than a minute then I couldn't hold back and she carefully took aim and my cum spurted right up and onto my chest, just a glob on my chin too !


...


Then she was off to university, I worked at my job but missed her till the summer holidays.


We went off to Europe together, mom assumed we were just keeping each other company, all the people at the hotels assumed we were lovers.


Sasha had planned lots, lots of exciting trips, exciting clothes and exciting bedroom fun.

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