First of all, hello everyone. As someone who loves and reads sex stories, I know that a lot of what is written does not sound convincing. But sometimes you experience such things that even those who are not readers, you may not believe in yourself. Especially in domestic sex stories, you may think that people mostly write according to fiction or fantasy worlds. But whether these sister fuck stories are fiction or real, people have the same sexual feelings. Even if I swear to you now that this is true, you will still believe what you think yourself. That’s why I’m giving up on this and telling the most beautiful sister fuck stories for me.
I am a 21-year-old, university student, a teenager who is not very social, but has elegant tastes for himself. My sister is 30 years old now, single, one of the most beautiful women I will ever see. Although there are men around my sister who are constantly fans, she is a woman who is always distant, does not think much about getting married and has enough culture to say intellectual. If you asked me, I would say my sister without thinking about who is the most attractive and beautiful woman in the world. But I’ve never had a fantasy like a sister sex story in my fantasy world. I just admire him.
My sister doesn’t have a fixed job. He usually has freelance jobs from home. He does translation, writes book reviews, editorializes, and even has a book vocalization for an application. With such jobs, he works constantly, both without leaving home much, and earning a good income. His job and his tastes are the same things, he was able to turn the things he enjoyed doing into his profession.
7-8 months ago, my sister and I met outside and got on a bus to return home. Although the bus was full, we moved towards the middle and the bus filled up as it got full. Now it’s starting to have a jamming rate where everyone is getting on each other’s backs. So my sister and I stuck and stuck as long as we stuck. While I was holding the handles of the bus, my sister was holding me. As I got stuck, her breasts started touching my breasts. In fact, his stomach almost came into contact with my stomach. At that time, no matter how much I wanted to stop myself, I had become Decapitated. On top of that, when the bus stopped with a sudden brake, I hugged her tightly around the waist so that my sister wouldn’t fall. Now we were touching each other with our breasts, stomach, even up to our crotches, and I was erect. We weren’t looking at each other’s faces, we were looking at different sides. Anyway, if we looked at each other, our faces would hit each other, we were that close. I don’t know if my sister felt my erect dick that day. If he felt it, I don’t know if he didn’t say anything because he liked it, or because he didn’t want to offend me either. But after getting off the bus, we hardly spoke until we got into the house. Here are those sister fuck stories fantasies about my sister that started with this event for me. Since that day, the same themes have always started playing in my imagination in porn videos, in the sex stories I read, or while masturbating.
On the one hand, I had a sexual desire for my sister from the bottom of my heart, on the other hand, I felt ashamed and a little ashamed of myself. But both were feelings I couldn’t help. After that day, I started to pay much more attention to my relationship with my sister. While I was careful not to do things that I was afraid he would suspect, I also ended up dead for physical contact. I’m dead set on touching or having him touch me at every opportunity. Whether you want to or not, when taking a shower, getting out of the shower, getting dressed in your room, sleeping, etc. I carried the hope of looking out of the corner of my eye. My sister, on the other hand, did nothing to show that she knew about this situation, that she was neither annoyed nor pleased.
There was another moment when my sister and I became close. I was texting my friend bit bit bit on the phone in my hand, and on the one hand I had a stupid smile on my face. At that moment, my sister took the phone out of my hand and said, “let me see who that girl is.” I went towards him to get it back, he missed his hand. As I tried to get it, he missed it. There was a moment there when we were physically rubbing against each other again, and my sister was laughing while we were doing it. While I was struggling so that the below-the-waist issues I was talking about with my friend wouldn’t be seen, she enjoyed this situation. When there was a moment like he was rubbing his lips against my lips while missing his head in this half-hugging, half-rubbing struggle, it caused us both to stop for a moment and get serious. But we didn’t give it to the bad, my sister gave it to her joke by saying, “Oh, my god, we didn’t eat your phone.” I picked up the phone, but I satisfied myself for about a week with the happiness and peace of touching those silky, soft lips of yours that touched my lips. But there was a passion and desire that was constantly growing inside me, and I couldn’t stop it either.
And on the night that everything happened, something happened that changed my life completely. It was a night when we were the only ones at home, and I was lying on the couch watching a beautiful movie that I caught on TV. I reached out sideways and put my arm under my head. Interestingly, I didn’t have any underbelly thoughts in my head. I was in a desperate state that was very close to the stage of giving up now. My sister came into the room with the short shorts she was wearing in the house and said “what are you watching” and came to the same sofa and lay down right in front of me, sideways. And he reached down so far that he put my cock between his thighs, which had not had a chance to get an erection yet. Dec. At that moment, there was a period of time when I was shocked and held, and my dick woke up before me and started acting. Although I still couldn’t Decipher anything from this movement, my sister was rubbing herself a little more by moving her hips from time to time. At that moment, I realized that this was the opportunity I wanted, and I put my hand on his leg, albeit hesitantly. When it didn’t make a sound, I slid it a little higher. There was no reaction from my sister. I put my hand on her waist and then on her stomach. He pressed himself against my cock with his hip again. He was obviously feeling my erection. Putting my hand on her stomach under the T-shirt, I touched her bare stomach. My hand was gradually going down her stomach, when I came to her shorts, I kept putting my hand down the bottom of the shorts, not the top. At that moment, he grabbed my hand by the wrist and turned his head and looked into my eyes. After two seconds of looking, he released my wrist back and gave me the green light to do what I wanted. When my hand went down Decently, he opened his legs and let my hand go between his legs. So I started stroking her incredibly hot and watered vagina through her Decapitated hair, which I realized had just been cut.
When this caress got to the stage where he was writhing and moaning, I wasted no time and took off his shorts directly. I also lowered my own down with the speed of light. I was trying to act incredibly fast because I was afraid that my sister would give up. That’s why I went straight between your legs. Dec. When I was rubbing my dick against her vagina, the thing I was afraid of happened, my sister said, “Stop!” said. But there was no turning back for me now, and there was no way I would ever get this opportunity again. That’s why I got into it at the same time as he said stop. And without letting him say any more, I started going in and out of it. Now he didn’t say anything either because he knew it was too late for everything. His moans and writhings grew louder as I went in and out of him. I was forcing myself not to ejaculate, stopping every now and then, waiting and continuing. Dec. Even though she was squirming so much, it took her a long time to orgasm, and while she was having an orgasm, I couldn’t take it anymore and ejaculated into her. When my sister realized that I had ejaculated into her, she ran to the toilet in an incredible panic.
When my sister didn’t come out of the toilet for a long time, I was curious and went to the door. When we heard the sound of crying from inside, we both realized what a disservice we had done to ourselves. It never happened again, but my sister and I were never the same again.