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I always thought my little sister was pretty hot, but my fantasies began to become a reality when she was sixteen, a junior in high school. I was two years older, still living at home and working at the local hardware store to save money for college.She was five-foot-three with dirty blonde hair cut short enough to stand up, nerdy hipster glasses, and full soft lips. Her narrow hips gave her a boyish figure that was belied by her full breasts. You could see a bit of cleavage when she wore a tank top, and I loved the way the fabric of a tight t-shirt would stretch between her tits. Her tight jeans revealed firm, athletic legs, and a compact rounded ass.Caitlin was such a tomboy that she scared off the guys at her small-town high school: no makeup, no skirts, no coquettish mannerisms. As for me, I was too shy to ask the girls out, so we spent a lot of time hanging out at our house in the Michigan woods. Sometimes we’d rough-house: I’d pretend to let her pin me and tickle me into submission, squeezing her powerful little thighs around my torso and leaning her boobs perilously close şişli escort to my face while I tried to keep my throbbing hard-on out of her way.And sometimes I would pin her, It was thrilling to feel her wriggle and writhe beneath me, to hear her squeal as I poked and prodded and once in a while ‘accidentally’ brushed the side of a tit. I spent many an hour reliving these sessions as I jerked off late at night.Often we watched TV together. We’d sit on the couch and she’d put her feet in my lap for me to massage her delicate arches and small toes, prompting sighs and groans of pleasure. Or she’d sit across my lap; the best part was when she’d adjust position, squirming a little and, I think now, pretending not to notice my arousal.One night we were watching “Six Feet Under,” the episode where Claire thinks she might be a lesbian but can’t deal with cunnilingus, and Caitlin said, “I wonder what that would be like, having a girl go down on me.” I said I’d wondered the same thing, though I guessed it’d be different for a guy. Neither one of us had any experience to go on.“Well, you şişli escort bayan could pretend,” I said.“What, what do you mean?” she asked. Her voice was always soft and a bit breathy, like a flute, and now she was also hesitant.“It wouldn’t really have to be a girl. If you close your eyes, what’s the difference?”“And where would I get a guy to do it? Some joker from school that I don’t even trust?”“Um… I’d be willing to try. If it gets all weird, you can just tell me to stop, and I will. You trust me, don’t you, Cait?”“Yeah, sure I do. But really, you’d really do that for me? Doesn’t it gross you out?”“Never know until you try. But I don’t think so. You know, you’re the hottest girl I know.”“Aw, you’re the best big brother ever!” She gave me a big hug, straddling me on the couch and pressing her boobs into my face, consciously or not.She sat down again, I said, “Let me help you with these,” and unbuttoned her jeans, then pulled them off as she held each leg up for me. I knelt on the floor and helped her remove her brief-style panties. I found that she was already wet mecidiyeköy escort to the touch, so I knew she had been having dirty thoughts too.The taste was rather strange at first, but I soon got used to it, and her little breathy whimpers turned me on. I grabbed her slender hips as I licked, then started to probe with one finger while I reached my other hand up under her shirt to feel her firm breast and stiff nipple. As I licked her labia and gave the clitoris an occasional flick, she began to clamp down on the sides of my head with her muscular thighs and grip my hair with her small hands.“Oh, Megan! Oh, Megan!” She cried out the name of her best girlfriend. “You are such a dirty slut! Fuck me with your filthy fingers!”After a few minutes, her whimpers became long, soft high-pitched moans, and her vulva began to quiver. This must be what a girl’s orgasm is like, I thought. It went on and on, not like a guy’s, and when she finally subsided, I was tired but felt a sense of triumph that I could make her come.I sat back on the couch, and she snuggled against me, saying, “Wow! That was so awesome! You are the sweetest.” Then she noticed the tent in my pants and said, “I owe you big time. I should really do something in return… I’m not sure I can put it in my mouth, but would you like me to stroke it with my hands?”

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