“Billy, come here!” my sister loudly demanded. “I need a
So I stopped what I was doing and crossed the hall, not
wishing to anger her since she was a tyrant when she was
mad. She was laying on her bed, naked, one knee raised
and smiling at me. I blinked at her and waited, feeling
my cock tremble. My sister is super hot, a high school
senior with a killer body, a fine athlete and a real
brain. She smiled at me and licked her lips. Her pussy
lips were bulging out and quivering. I couldn’t stop
staring. She had shaved her groin completely hairless.
Her curly blonde triangle was gone, sadly.
“Come here, Billy, and fuck me,” she said calmly.
I about fainted. I mean here I was a thirteen-year-old
virgin who had only had sex with his right hand and his
pillow, and the girl I tried to avoid thinking about
wanted me to mount her. I ran.
She followed, wearing a short robe that she didn’t
bother to close or belt and stood in front of my desk,
showing me everything I longed to see. I fell in love
with her soft belly. “Listen,” she said, sounding
patient, “I’ve got all these guys dying to make love to
me, demanding that I give it to them, a dozen hook ups
just panting to drive me crazy, every single cock stiff
and dripping. And I’ve never done it. I can’t let one of
them deflower me and go around saying he got my cherry.
I’ve put them off with blow-jobs, which I hate, hate,