I lay in bed, my heart pounding with anticipation. Tonight was the night I had been dreaming of for years. The night I would finally make love to my sister, Laura.
I had always been close to Laura, ever since we were kids. We shared everything with each other, from secrets to dreams to fears. But as we grew older, our relationship took on a new level of intimacy. I found myself becoming more and more attracted to her, to the point where I couldn’t hide my feelings any longer.
And tonight, I was going to act on those feelings. I heard her footsteps approaching my door, and I held my breath as she entered the room. She looked stunning, as always, with her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and her eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Hey,” she said softly, sitting down on the edge of my bed.
“Hey,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
We sat in silence for a moment, the tension between us palpable. I reached out and took her hand in mine, feeling the warmth of her touch send shivers down my spine.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” I whispered, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Me too,” she replied, her eyes meeting mine.
And then, without another word, I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, but it quickly deepened as our passion ignited. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, exploring every inch of me, and I moaned in pleasure.
I pulled her closer, my hands roaming over her body, feeling the curves and contours of her skin. She gasped as I cupped her breast, squeezing it gently before moving to the other one. Her nipples were already hard, and I couldn’t resist the urge to tease them with my tongue.
She arched her back, pressing herself against me, and I could feel the heat between us building. I wanted her more than anything in that moment, and I knew she felt the same.
I pushed her back onto the bed, my hands roaming over her body as I kissed my way down her neck and chest. I could feel her pulse quicken beneath my touch, and I knew she was as eager as I was.
I slid my hand between her legs, feeling the wetness that had already gathered there. She moaned as I teased her clit, circling it with my fingers before slipping them inside her. She was tight and hot, and I groaned in pleasure as I felt her walls clench around me.
I wanted to savor every moment with her, to make this night last forever. I took my time exploring her body, learning every inch of her, until she was writhing beneath me, begging for release.
I positioned myself between her legs, my cock throbbing with need. I looked into her eyes, seeing the desire and love reflected back at me, and I knew I was ready.
I slowly pushed into her, feeling her walls stretch and yield to accommodate me. She gasped in pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets as I filled her completely. I started to move, a slow and steady rhythm that built with each thrust.
She moaned and whimpered beneath me, her nails digging into my back as she urged me on. I could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer either.
I felt the tension building in my body, the pressure mounting until I couldn’t hold back any longer. With one final thrust, I felt her walls tighten around me as she cried out in ecstasy. I followed soon after, my release washing over me in waves of pleasure.
We lay there, panting and spent, our bodies still entwined in the aftermath of our lovemaking. I pulled her close, holding her tight as we caught our breath.
“I love you,” I whispered, kissing her forehead.
“I love you too,” she replied, a smile playing on her lips.
And in that moment, I knew that this was just the beginning of our story. The first time we had made love, but certainly not the last. And I couldn’t wait to see where our journey would take us next.
Stories About The First Time I Fucked My Sister
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