A Night With Sis
Copyright© 2025 by CindySinful
Chapter 4
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - My sister eats pussy like no other person, dear reader! Let me tell you a little bit about her...
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa ft/ft Fa/ft Mult Teenagers Consensual Romantic Lesbian True Story Incest Sister Daughter Niece Anal Sex Analingus Exhibitionism First Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism
After that, my sister and I would play together almost every night. It became like a ritual.
A lot of times, we would lie in bed face to face, as if lying on our sides, holding each other close as we fingered ourselves.
I loved watching my sister’s face as she fingered herself, and I knew she loved watching me. Sometimes we would make a game of it and see who would close their eyes first. The “loser” had to kiss the other.
Yes, kissing also became a solid part of our ritual. I freaking love kissing my sister and always have! Quite honestly, no one kisses better than she, and that started because we kissed each other almost nightly when we were younger.
It actually got to the point where, on many nights, we made out, kissing each other passionately until we fell asleep.
Finally, one night during a romantic game of Truth or Dare, my sister dared me to finger her.
I vehemently took that dare.
Of course, we started out kissing like mad. Between our kisses came the trash talk.
“Are you going to finger me, sis? Huh?”
“I am going to finger you like you’ve never been fingered!”
“I’ve only been fingered by me.”
“Well ... you’re going to wish you had me fingering you all the time, it’s gonna be so fucking spectacular!”
Stuff like that.
We kept on kissing for what seemed like hours.
Finally, she pulled her head back, looked me in the eyes, and giggled. “You’re going to chicken out, aren’t you?”
I opened my mouth to answer, then froze.
A billion thoughts raced through my mind at that moment. Maybe I WAS going to chicken out. Maybe all my tough talk was just that, talk. Maybe I was scared – after all, like I told you, mom was a fucking bitch. There had been a few times when she almost caught us. There were times when I think she thought something might be up. Fuck, I couldn’t tell if she was being a bigger bitch because she thought my sister and I were making out, or if it was just in her nature to be a bitch.
Shit! I was going to fucking chicken out!
My sister’s eyes widened, and she let out a small grunt; then her face erupted into a huge grin.
“That’s what we are talking about!” she whispered.
My finger was definitely in her pussy.
The problem was that, for a few seconds, it just lay there. Motionless.
She smirked at me. “You just gonna ... oh!”
I slid my finger in a little bit deeper, wiggling my finger around a little bit.
“That good?” I asked, watching her eyes, watching her face, feeling the warmth of her pussy wrap around my finger, feeling her tightness gripping onto it.
Feeling her juices covering it.
Fuck, she was wet. She was so wet.
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