Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I tried my hardest to ignore the feeling of her pressed against me, but that night I couldn’t make it until morning. I told Delilah I had to take a piss, and then I slipped into the bathroom and jerked off, once again trying not to think of how I could see her ripe, juicy nipples practically poking holes in the thin white fabric of her sleep shirt.
When I got back to my bedroom—I’d had to jerk off twice to try and ease the tension I was feeling—I found my little sister asleep. She was sprawled out on the bed on her back and somehow the thin white shirt had gotten pulled up so that one of her full breasts was exposed.
I just stood there and looked at her, getting a forbidden look at her naked breast and the long stretch of tanned abdomen that led to the little mound of her pussy. The panties she had on were so tiny I could see the little patch of neatly trimmed curls at the top of her mound and the white lace clung to her plump pussy lips lovingly.
I don’t know how long I stood there, just staring at her. I knew I shouldn’t look, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Her breasts looked just the right size to fit in my hands—even though my hands are really big. And her little pussy looked so sweet and hot—so kissable.
I’ve always loved going down on a woman—I love the soft moans and cries she makes when you’re doing it right…love the taste of hot, wet pussy and the feeling of juicy, thick thighs wrapped around the sides of my head when she really gets into it. I especially love feeling her come on my tongue.
Before I could stop myself, I found myself picturing all those things, with Delilah playing the staring role in the perverted porno in my head.
I imagined myself leaning down to kiss that soft little patch of curls and rub my cheek against her mound. She would moan sleepily and spread her thighs wider, welcoming me in, even though she was still asleep. I would trace the slit of her pussy lips, right through the thin lace panties and find the hot little button of her clit. She would moan in her sleep as I touched her and I would watch as the lacy fabric got wet as she spilled her juices for me when I stroked her aching little bud.
After a while, I would slip the panties off her hips and she would spread her thighs for me again—wider this time. The plump outer lips of her pussy would open to reveal her slippery inner folds and her throbbing clit. I would part her even further with my thumbs and bend down to taste her honey—lapping long and slow over her open cunt as she moaned my name and tugged at my hair, awake at last and more than happy to find her own big brother eating her pussy.
It was this last part that finally snapped me out of my disgusting, perverted fantasy. What would my innocent little sister do if she woke up and found me staring at her body when she was so vulnerable? She’d feel hurt—betrayed—shocked and horrified. I was certain of that.
Feeling like a slimy pervert, I leaned over the bed and tugged her shirt down, covering her bare breast and attempting to cover the lacy white panties as well. Unfortunately, the shirt was too short. It wouldn’t cover the lacy white panties no matter how much I tried.
And then my attempts to cover her woke up my little sister.
“Cole?” She blinked at me sleepily. “What’s going on?”
“Oh, uh…” I drew my hand back hurriedly, as though I’d been burned. “Your, uh, shirt got pulled up. I was trying to cover you,” I said, hoping she’d believe me.
“Oh, really?” Delilah didn’t seem upset. She looked down at herself and seemed to realize that her lace panties were riding low, showing the little patch of curls on her mound. “Oops!” she exclaimed. She pulled at the sides of her panties and tugged them up…which only made the situation worse.
How could pulling the panties up make things worse, you ask? Well, I’ll tell you. They were really tiny—barely more than a thong and the little triangle of lace that was supposed to cover her pussy ended in nothing but a string. When Delilah pulled the panties up, the triangle rose to cover the curls on her mound, but that left her pussy lips bare. The little white string pulled up between them, giving me a view no big brother should ever get of his little sister. I swore I could even see her outer lips parting, just as they had in my fantasy, to show a hint of her little pink clit as the bottom string slid to one side to reveal it.