I really don't know why I agreed to it but I kept reminding myself that it's only for a little over hotties use feet during their fucking session week. But it's nine days of living with a freaking 19 year-old nun-in-training. My mom asked if I wouldn't mind putting up my little sister, Angela, in my apartment for those nine days while Angela's place was getting repaired.
It seems that the bible college Angela was attending had a slight plumbing problem that trashed a number of dorm rooms and, of course, Angela's was one of them. But, while my little sister has always been considered the brighter of my parent's two offspring (so determined by my parents, naturally), she is definitely wanting for a little common sense.
I guess after dealing with a dorm-room flood of dare I say it? biblical proportions, she must have been too busy praying to actually take the time herself to locate temporary digs to stay in while the dorms were being repaired. So, all of the other available housing was snapped up pretty quickly and Angela was left to call mommy and whine about her misfortune. Things then followed the usual pattern: Angela has a problem and calls daddy. Daddy promises to do something about it and refers Angela to mommy.
Mommy calls son to help out Angela. Son hesitates, mommy whines, daddy gets all bent out of shape, and Angela gets what she needed, anyway. Son gets screwed. Or, more likely, son does not get screwed due to having a bible-thumping Virgin Mary hanging around in his apartment and cramping his style and making it hard to invite some young lady to his apartment while he sleeps on the living room couch so she can enjoy the privacy of a bedroom. It's only nine days.
Nine days, is all. Why, oh, why couldn't I have been blessed with a normal sister that studied Wicca and invited cute girlfriends to come over to my place, dance naked and perform sex rituals, or something? Come to think of it, maybe I should study Wicca, myself. Oh, yeah. that'd go over real well with Little Miss King James Version, to have her 22 year-old brother be a practicing warlock or some such.
So, to make everybody happy well, everybody but me I agreed to let Angela move in to my apartment with me, put her up in my room, hid all of my girly magazines, and set up a guest user account on my computer so I wouldn't have to remove the cool image of a blonde getting a cum facial off of my computer's desktop or hide the files of my favorite porn pictures.
Hey, I was letting her stay with me, not giving up my lifestyle. It should also be noted that Angela and I aren't what you would call the closest of siblings. In fact, neither of us have pet names for each other, and Angela would never go with 'Ang' or 'Angie', always 'Angela'. We care for each other in a family sort of way and despite my complaints would likely be there for each other in a real disaster, but we're not the type to go beyond a birthday or Christmas card as far as communication goes.
The biggest part of it probably stems all the way back to when she walked in on me and our older but "innocent" cousin Kathy going at it in her pool house about three years ago. Angela had always looked up to Kathy as a bit of a religious role model and for her walk in one day and find me drilling Kathy's hot cunt from behind while Kathy begged for more, well, I guess that was the final straw that drove Angela to bible college and a wedge between my sister and me.
Did I mention that I miss cousin Kathy, too? Angela arrived on Wednesday, arriving in a cab and looking every bit the schoolmarm, wearing plain, unflattering clothes that made her look 10-plus years older. I couldn't tell you if that was a school uniform or she was getting ready to attend a funeral.
So I showed sis to "her" room for the duration of her stay and told her to ignore the mess in the corner of the living room that would serve as my digs during her stay. I told her that she had access to the computer and to log in under the guest account for her own good. "What do you mean 'for my own good'?" Angela asked with a quizzical expression. "Think 'pool house'," I replied. It only took a couple seconds before a hard look passed over her face as my cryptic answer made sense to her.
Angela had agreed to pitch in on the extra groceries and I promised to not leave a pile of dishes for her to pick up about the apartment. I also asked her not to do any rearranging of my stuff or any cleaning up that involved throwing anything out picked up german whore is fucked on field I might actually want or to try to "save" me while she was temporarily living here, emphasizing the word temporarily.
The first couple days went by pretty well, with the two of us actually talking over dinner and re-acquainting ourselves. After a while Angela didn't seem too stuck up to be my sister, and I acknowledged her right to live her life as she reluctantly acknowledged mine. But it wasn't long before my hormones were beating down the door of my resolve and I was needing some serious relief. But Angela didn't know the area and was hesitant to go anywhere, preferring to be a shut-in as opposed to leaving the apartment and checking out the world beyond my front door.
Just about all of the girls I dated lived with mommy and daddy and I owned a 2-seat Miata, meaning that my apartment was the only place to have some serious sex. Despite a couple attempts to get a girl to come up to my place for a nice romp on the couch my sexual desires were put on hold for me by other girls' refusals to have sex, a) on a couch, and b) with a bible-toting sister in the other room.
I even offered to drop Angela off at the movies for a couple hours to get her out of the apartment, but she nixed that idea.
What could I do? It wasn't like I could just lock her out in the hallway while I banged away at some girl on my bed. I could only imagine the horror of my sister having to sleep in the wet spot or the annoyance of having to change the sheets while Angela followed up my post-sex bliss with a couple passages out of her well-worn bible.
So I opted for the next best thing; jacking off to some nice, filthy pictures on my computer. It was about midnight and I figured that Angela was asleep, hiving turned out the bedroom light over an hour earlier.
I went over to the computer, which was left on this time at my request. Unless I'm going to be gone for over a day I rarely turn it off, something Angela did the morning previous that left me tapping my foot in frustration when I had to boot it up and wait before I could get a needed address from my files, a task that would have taken only a minute at most had I even had to switch user accounts.
I logged in and started surfing my image files, sorted by the type of sex that might strike my fancy at that moment. Hmmm, which ones tonight? Big boobs?
Lesbian cuties? Anal? Ah, facial cum shots. Everybody has their particular turn-on; I just happen to like the pics of pretty faces decorated with a nice pearly load of spunk. I don't care for the poses that border on humiliation or look like the woman was forced into taking the load on their face, but the ones that, to me, look like the woman in the picture might have really enjoyed pleasing her man orally and then accepted his cum on her face as a welcome finale.
And hey, I'm a fair guy; a woman can cum on my face any time she wants to! Truth is I've never jacked a load on a woman's face. No, the girls I do have sex with won't even suck me to climax much less let me cum on their willing faces. I have blown a load on some nice titties a time or two, though. I was already undressed for bedtime so beautiful yo ebony gets her pussy slammed up and dropped my underwear and sat back down in the leathery chair and started a slideshow of the evening's chosen images.
I leaned back and started to stroke my meat as pictures rolled across the monitor of hot-looking women sucking off big, juicy cocks and getting faces decorated with thick, white dick-cream as a reward. I knew that this orgasm was going to be a quick one since I had saved up a quite a few days of spunk in my balls, in no small part due to Angela's ongoing presence.
But I like the pleasure of sex as much as I like cumming, so I kept my strokes slow to extend my pleasure a little longer. But when the pictures of my favorite blond getting sprayed with that huge cockload of semen, my legs tightened and my body jerked as my own dick let loose with a burst of jizz that blasted all the way up my chest and belly. I continued masturbating myself, squeezing out every ounce of my sperm that I could work out of my prick. As I sat there panting with my slowly shrinking dick still in my hand, Angela stepped towards me from the shadows and into the faint light of the computer monitor.
"How long have you been there?" I asked, my stomach full of butterflies from my sister's sudden appearance and covered with my recently blown load. "I. saw the whole thing," Angela replied, her words oddly void of emotion. "Everything," I repeated. It was only then that it occurred to me that I was actually totally big ass cuaght in fitting room with hidden cam in front of my bible-thumping sister, my dick in my hand and my spunk all over me.
I reached down and picked up my boxers, not to dress but to wipe myself clean of my sticky cum. "So, are you going to recite some bible verse to me about the sin of masturbation?" "There are some verses, such as Leviticus 15:16 through 18 that speak of an uncleanliness associated with masturbation and intercourse," replied Angela professorially, almost clinically.
"There are the references to Onan's death at the hand of God as a result of spilling his seed, but beauteous teen bawdy cleft is nailed well that, as interpreted today, specifically lists masturbation as a sin. Your pornography, on the other hand, is considered sinful." I stood up and, as I always have, towered over my little sister, fully naked in her presence and feeling totally unashamed about it. In fact, it only made me feel bolder.
I took Angela's right hand in my left, keeping it low as I turned her hand over until her palm was facing the ceiling. With my right hand I lifted my rather sticky dick and dropped it into my sister's open palm. I expected her to turn and run into the bedroom, but she just stood there with my prick in her hand.
"You're holding your brother's dick, Angela. Are you committing a sin?" "We're not. having sex," Angela replied; her voice tinged with nervousness. Maybe Angela didn't know it, but her fingers were now wrapped around my prick and the damned thing was starting to harden again already.
In a look of shock Angela slowly lowered her gaze to my re-hardened cock in her grasp. She studied it for a moment and then felt it further by rolling the flesh within her grasp. She pulled on it a couple times, actually stroking my meat. Angela slowly, almost reluctantly, let go of my hard-on and turned away, walking into the bedroom and closing the door behind her.
For two days Angela and I didn't speak to each other. She wasn't trying so much to avoid me, but she'd avoid letting her eyes meet mine at any point. I almost felt bad that I had shamed her that much. Almost. It was the day before Angela was slated to leave.
I went out to pick up some stuff, mostly just to get out of the apartment and the still uncomfortable atmosphere. I made it a point to stay away for a while and called Angela on my phone that I might be back late and I didn't want to be rude in having her expect me for dinner and me not showing up. The weird thing was that I was actually feeling kind of bad about shaking up my sister so badly.
I thought she'd have been over it by now. But Tempting virgin doll teasing pussy in bed couldn't find enough distractions to keep me away so just as the skies turned indigo from the approaching twilight I headed back to my place.
I opened the door quietly in case Angela was asleep. I was not prepared for the sight I was met with when I walked through the door. Angela was sitting in front of the computer and looking through my large collection of pornographic images. And the ones she had up at that moment were the cum facials that I had jacked off to two nights previous. When I closed the apartment door behind me, Angela nearly flew out of the chair.
marie mccrays milf pussy romped by haley reeds boi. home!" Angela said, surprised. "Yeah," I replied. "I live here." Angela stood next to the computer, stiff and obviously uncomfortable. "What were you doing?" I asked. "Well," she stammered, "I guess I just got kind of curious about what you were looking at the other night when.
the other night." "So, are you going to preach to me about them?" I asked as I walked over to the couch and tossed my keys on the coffee table. I sat down and took off my shoes and socks. "Are you getting undressed?" Angela asked, her voice sounding even more unsettled. "Yes," I replied as I stripped my t-shirt off over my head. "I'm going to take a shower." "Oh." Angela shuffled her feet like a little child. "I thought you were going to. look at your pictures again." "I'll probably wait until after you're gone before I do that again," I said as I casually removed my jeans.
"It made things a little too quiet around here." "So." Angela cleared her throat. "What is it about those pictures that makes you so interested in them?" "They excite me," I replied simply. "They make for great fantasy. Are you going to give me a sermon now?" "No, I'm not," said Angela. "It would be wrong to preach to you about them when I found them.
a little. exciting, too." "You're kidding." "I wish I was," Angela replied as if fighting some internal demon. "Except for those pictures you're the only man I've ever seen naked." "You're a virgin, aren't you?" I asked as I felt the corner of my mouth twist into a half-grin.
"Yes, I am," she replied proudly. "I'm saving myself for marriage, provided I find the right man." "So what's the problem?" I asked. "I can't fight my curiosity," she said. Pointing to my desktop image on the monitor, she asked, "Have you ever done that to a woman?" "I've had women suck me before," I replied matter-of-factly. "But I've never cum on their face." "But you obviously want to. Why?" "'Cuz I think that any woman who'd let me do that to her would be a sign of." I sought for the right word, "I dunno, ultimate trust." "How could spilling your seed on a woman's face be a sign that she trusts you?" Angela said, pushing the point much further than I would have ever expected.
"Because the woman india summer in dicked down in detention would let me do that would trust that I wouldn't humiliate her or think any less of her for giving me that pleasure," I replied.
"Hopefully you'll find a man some day that you can trust like that." Now clad only in a loose pair of boxers I walked across the room towards that bathroom to take my shower.
I was just about to push past my sister when she said softly, "Could I look at you again?" My feet stopped so suddenly I thought I would fall over. "Excuse me?" I asked. Angela then did the freakiest thing. She reached out her hand and cupped my package through the fabric of my boxers. "I trust you," she said softly. Angela then took the two steps over to the computer and sat down in the threesome pussy fuck anal masturbation where her face was right about at dick level.
"Could I see it again?" Two nights ago I was brash and bold in my nakedness, but for some reason at the moment I felt shy.
Was it because my sister was actually asking me to see my cock? Well, if Angela said she could trust me then I guess I could trust her, too. I slid my boxers down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I stood upright before Angela again and watched her eyes widen as she stared at my dick and balls. I didn't need to dare Angela in to touching me this time. She reached up and took hold of my dick in one hand while cradling my balls in the other.
And, damn, did it feel nice to have some fingers other than my own touching me. Angela started to stroke my quickly hardening meat like she had done two nights prior, but this time it wasn't some sort of instinctive response, it was deliberate.
I could tell that the sexy francesca le fuck in the office of the outer skin of my dick sliding over the now rock-hard pole of my erectile tissue beneath was fascinating her.
Still slowly stroking my prick, Angela gently rolled my testicles in her fingers and said, "From these, sprout life." I hoped my sister wasn't going to get all biblical on me all the sudden. I was enjoying this too much. "That's nice, Angela," I sighed. "I've never." Angela whispered. "I've fantasized, but I've never." "But you've wanted to?" I asked. "But, who do you trust?" she said, looking up at me and filling my eyes with a sight I'd have never bet on seeing; my sister slowly jacking me off.
"You can trust me," I said, feeling suddenly closer to my sister than I had ever felt before. I guess having your sister masturbate you will do that for you. Then, in a move to top all moves, Angela suddenly opened her mouth and sucked my dick in as far as she could until she hit her gag reflex and quickly pulled back.
"Whoa! Go easy on yourself, sis," I said. "I wasn't expecting that at all. If you're serious about this then you have to give yourself a moment to adjust to it." "I'm serious about it, I guess," she replied with more than a little embarrassment. "I guess I was in too much of a rush." "Angela, you don't have to do this." "I know," she replied. "But I also know that I really want to try." "You'll get no complaint from me," I said with a chuckle.
"Try this. remember how you used to like those ice gorgeous teen ladygirl first time abby throating man sausage outdoor missile pops?
How you would slide them in and out of your mouth? That's kind of how you do it." Angela, ever the good first-time student, tried again. She parted her lips and opened up her mouth to take my rigid meat inside once more, taking it a little slower this time and allowing herself some time to adapt to having a dick in her mouth. "Don't worry about technique, Angela," I said encouragingly. "Just think about how incredibly good you're making me feel." Angela closed her eyes and just kind of settled into a rhythm.
Within a few moments she seemed to get a little more into it. She wasn't doing badly. Then again, ANY mouth on my cock felt wonderful, so I wasn't in any position to complain.
Angela still hadn't stopped jacking my dick even as she started sucking on it. As a result she was having a little problem matching her sucking strokes with her hand pumping but she was still working me up towards a climax.
I didn't want to seem impatient but with the past couple days in mind and the heady nature of this whole unbelievable and taboo experience, I was building up a suddenly serious need for release. If she kept this up, Angela was going to get much more than he bargained for. Try as she might, Angela was doing only an adequate job of sucking me, straining herself to take as much of my cock as possible into her mouth.
I appreciated her enthusiasm, but now we'd reached a point where I needed to take over. I was helping to give Angela her fantasy, but now I needed to bring things to a close. "Angela," I croaked, "I really need to cum." Angela pulled her mouth off of my manhood but still stroked me with her hand.
"Do it however you want. I don't think I'm ready to swallow. I trust you." "Then hang on, Angela," I whispered accepting her words of trust as a form of code between us. "I'm going to fuck your face just a little more and then I'm gonna cum." To my surprise, Angela didn't flinch at the word 'fuck' as she again wrapped her lips around my manhood. I put my hand on the top of Angela's head to keep her aligned with me and took over holding the shaft of my dick just a couple inches below my cockhead.
I was careful not to turn or twist or donwlod bokeb manusia vs hewan shove too hard as I made little thrusts with my hips to push the first couple inches of my hard-on into Angela's sucking mouth slowly until she caught on with what my intentions were.