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Loving Leslie - 3
by Sir_edward (tedjohnsonone@gmail.com)

***

I was torn between my older sister Leslie and our sexy 
cousin Annie. I had eaves dropped on them and learned 
that Leslie may want me as badly as I wanted her.
Maybe the time had arrived. (mf-teens, inc, 1st, mast, 
oral, rom)

***

PART 3

I had eves dropped on my cousin Annie and my sister 
Leslie, from outside Annie's bedroom door. I could 
hardly believe the things I'd heard. I heard them 
arguing, and after a while, it was obvious that they 
were having sex. I'd heard Annie tell Leslie to eat her 
pussy. 

I'd heard Leslie say, "Fuck me, Baby." I'd heard Leslie 
say that she loved my dick. She said, "I love your 
dick, Teddy," as plain as day. 

I thought was some kind of joke at first. I thought 
they knew was listening or something. But it was real 
alright. It didn't make sense in my young mind, but it 
drove me crazy. 

I slept in Leslie's bed with her that night. I wanted 
her so bad, and I knew that she wanted me too. I 
finally knew for sure. I had heard her say it, not to 
me, but she had said it out loud, in Annie's room. 

She didn't have sex with me that night but I 
masturbated in her bed. I jerked off with her right 
there. She played with her titties as I jacked off for 
her. It was a little disappointing, since I thought we 
were finally going to do it for real, but it was 
exciting. It was such a thrill to cum as Leslie 
watched. She licked a couple drops of it off of me. She 
wiped the rest of it off with her panties, then pressed 
her panties against her pussy. She got off too. Her 
juice got all over my leg. I thought I was gonna die. 

The day after I jacked off for Leslie, I couldn't stop 
thinking about her. I hung out with my buddies and we 
did all the usual stuff, which was a whole lot of 
nothing. He hung out on the corner by the neighborhood 
grocery, smoking cigarettes and trying to figure out 
how to get some beer money. We hung out there until the 
store's owner, Ron, who we all called "Boss", came out 
and ran us off.

We walked to the park and hung out there, with the 
younger girls for a while. Patty, Janet, Linda, Debi 
and Karen were there, as usual. There were all kind of 
cute, in their own way. Patty was a little chubby, but 
sweet. Janet was skinny as a rail and kind of bitchy. 
Linda was kind of a tomboy, but cute and funny. She was 
my buddy. We would be friends for years. If she hadn't 
had such a crush on my best friend, Richard, she might 
have been my girlfriend. Debi was really cute, and she 
knew it. She was a little stuck up, but was nice to 
look at. I liked to pick on her. I never let her know 
that I thought she was cute. That really pissed her 
off. 

Karen was my favorite. She had blond hair, soft blue 
eyes and a quick smile, at least for me. I could always 
make Karen laugh, or smile. It was her smile that 
melted my heart. She seemed to get all my jokes. We 
just understood one another. I had played with Karen 
and her twin sister, Kathy, from the time we were 
little kids. There had been a special bond between the 
three of us. Kathy died when she was eight, and Karen 
and I got even closer. I figured that when she got 
older, she would be my girlfriend. 

Things didn't turn out that way. I met Margot and Karen 
fell for Gary Willis, who was three years older I was. 
By the time Karen started to date Willis, he already 
had pregnant girlfriend. I thought Karen was such a 
fool to fall for whatever line of shit he was feeding 
her.

The little neighborhood girls were only ten and eleven 
years old at the time, but in a few years some of them 
would become the girlfriends and eventually wives to 
several of my friends. I had met Margot at the skating 
rink and she was my girlfriend, and would be, off and 
on for years.

My buddies and I hung out all day, doing all the usual 
things, but my mind wasn't in it. My mind was on 
Leslie. I kept thinking back to lying in her bed and 
looking at her beautiful body as I jacked off, wanting 
so bad for her to touch me; or let me touch her; let me 
fuck her. I wanted nothing more in the world at that 
point in my life. I wanted to fuck my sister. It was 
all I could think about. Every time she crossed my 
mind, I got an instant hard-on. I struggled to hide it 
from my buddies, and the little neighborhood girls.

I left my buddies, telling them that I was going home 
to eat. I found myself taking the long way home, I was 
soon on Annie's street, passing by her house, as I 
often did. I kept trying to come up with some excuse to 
knock on her door. As usual, I couldn't come up with 
anything that didn't sound stupid. As so many times 
before, I hoped Annie might see me walking by, and 
invite me in. That had never happened. At least 
thinking about Annie got Leslie off my mind for a 
while. It just gave me a different reason to have hard-
on. It was a bit of a relief to think about something 
other than Leslie, for a while.

I was beginning to think I was going crazy. I'd never 
had anything stuck in my head that way. When I'd first 
met my girlfriend, Margot, I thought about her all the 
time, but it was nothing like the obsession I was going 
through with Leslie.

Finally, I got home. I stood at the refrigerator, door 
hanging open, just staring. I wasn't hungry. I headed 
for my room. I stopped and looked at the door to 
Leslie's room. I didn't hear any sound coming from her 
room. Leslie usually had music playing when she was in 
her room. It seemed that I could always hear her radio 
or records playing. I stared at the silent door to my 
sister's bedroom. I gave in to temptation, and 
approached her door.

I tapped lightly at Leslie's door. There was no answer. 
I had expected as much. I opened the door and poked my 
head in. "Les," I said, "You in here?" There was still 
no answer. I hadn't expected one. I stepped into my 
sister's room. I breathed deeply of her aroma. It was a 
smell that I knew well. It was a blend of her perfumes, 
lotions and other notions, her clothes and her self, 
her body, my sister. 

It was the first time I had ever been in her room 
alone. My heart was racing. I stood, just inside the 
door and looked around. I hadn't often been in Leslie's 
room in the daylight. It looked like a different room, 
somehow. It was a little less sexy; more like the room 
of a teenage girl, and less like the bedroom of that 
sexy older woman that I loved to visit.

I walked around Leslie's room, almost afraid to touch 
anything. I carefully lifted papers and records, still 
breathing deeply of Leslie's sent. I found a small pile 
of her laundry in the corner; clothes that she had 
recently worn. I rummaged through them: a pair of 
shorts, a couple of blouses and panties, several pair. 
I picked up the pair that she had worn the night 
before. The night that I had masturbated for her. It 
was the pair that used to wipe my cum from me and then 
held to her pussy. I lifted them to my face and 
inhaled. I smelled Leslie's pussy, and what must have 
been my own cum. I imagined that was what our sex would 
smell like. I was intoxicated.

I lowered her panties and picked up another pair, they 
were still moist. Leslie must have changed out of them 
just before leaving the house. I raised them to my face 
and inhaled. Leslie's sent was overpowering. My sexy 
sister's pussy. The thing I desired most in the world. 
I moved on.

Still holding Leslie's panties, I moved to her dresser. 
Somehow emboldened, I opened the top drawer. Panties, 
clean fresh panties. The feel of the soft smooth fabric 
was exciting. I moved on to the next drawer. I don't 
know what I was looking for, just nosing around. There 
was nothing special there, just sweaters. . I looked 
through another drawer and than another. In the bottom 
drawer, toward the back, under some clothes, I found a 
cigar box. I felt like I had found a treasure. I sat on 
the floor, legs folded, I lay Leslie's panties in my 
lap.

I pulled the box out and slowly opened it. My hands 
were shaking. I stopped and listened to the silent 
house. My heart was pounding. I looked into the box at 
a stack of letters. I opened the top letter and read it 
. It was from Annie. 

***

"Dear Leslie,

"First off, I want to say, I love you. I hope you know 
that. I love you more than anything in the world. I 
always will.

"Then I want to say, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I went 
out with Tony, and I'm sorry that I lied to you. I 
could say that I don't know why I went out with him, 
but that would be a lie. I lied to you when I said I 
didn't go out with him, but I won't lie about why I did 
it. 

"I've been telling you for a long time that you should 
find a boyfriend. That's because Tony had been asking 
me out and I wanted you to go out with a boy first. 
That way I wouldn't feel guilty. He kept asking and I 
gave in. I just had to know how it feels to have a boy 
hold me in his arms. How it feels to kiss a boy. I know 
that you want to feel those things too, even if you 
won't admit it. You have a boy, right at home. It's not 
fair. It's still not the same, though.

"Tony doesn't mean anything to me. I swear to God! You 
are the one I love.

"Call me Leslie. Please talk to me. I'll make it up to 
you. Just let me know what you want me to do.

"Call me, please.
"Love,
Leslie Anne"

***

I was blown away. I felt guilty and excited at the same 
time. I was looking into the heart of the relationship 
between Leslie and Annie. Just days before, I had heard 
them having sex. That had confirmed suspicions I'd had 
for a long time. Leslie had admitted to me that she and 
Annie were lovers and now this. It shed a light on a 
side of my sister that I could never had imagined. I 
saw a side of Annie I had never seen. It was a soft and 
vulnerable side.

I had imagined the two of them kissing and touching 
each other. It was the things teenage boy's fantasies 
are made of. Annie said that Leslie "Had a boy, right 
at home." She must have meant me. I didn't know quite 
what to make of that.

This letter showed a personal, heartfelt emotion. I 
learned at that moment that my sister, Leslie, and my 
cousin, Annie were in love, romantically in love. It 
was exciting, and confusing. I had never thought about 
two girls, or two guys loving each other that way. My 
hands were shaking, my heart was racing and my young 
cock was as hard as stone. I lifted Leslie's panties to 
my face and inhaled. I was in another world. A world of 
Leslie and Annie, that nobody else knew about. The 
aroma of Leslie's pussy sent me deep into their world. 
I wondered what Annie's pussy smelled like. Did it 
smell like Leslie's? 

I wanted to keep Annie's letter, so that I could read 
it again later, but I folded it, and set it aside. 
There were more letters: mostly from boys; telling 
Leslie how pretty she was and how much they wanted to 
go out with her. They were the kind of dumb clumsy 
letters that teenage boys write.

One was rather smooth and clever. Neatly handwritten 
with a poem at the bottom. After having read Annie's 
letter, I wasn't sure if it was from a boy or a girl, 
until I read, "All My Love, Greg". I still don't know 
who Greg was.

Below the letters I found the real treasure. At the 
bottom of the box were pictures: Polaroid snapshots; 
pictures of Leslie and Annie. They were taken with 
Annie's camera. Annie had several cameras. Her mom 
called her a shutterbug. I remembered when Annie got 
her Polaroid camera. It was a birthday present. She 
loved it.

There were two stacks, one of Leslie and one of Annie. 
They were posing like models in the pictures. I started 
with Leslie's stack. I had never seen my sister look so 
sexy. Every picture was sexier than the one before, 
exposing more and more of her beautiful body. The first 
glimpse was a bare shoulder, then her bare back. Next 
there was a hint of a nipple; then a naked breast, 
followed by a hint of butt cheek. It was better than 
Playboy. 

Leslie was more gorgeous to me than any of Hef's 
playmates. The last few showed my Leslie in all of her 
glory, completely naked. She was a goddess: the most 
beautiful girl that ever lived. I had to have her. I 
raised her panties to my face again and breathed 
deeply. I had to undo my shorts to relieve the strain 
on my aching cock. 

I wrapped Leslie's panties around the shaft of my young 
member and gently stroked it as I gazed upon those 
glorious black and white photos. I stopped myself after 
only a minute. I was about to erupt. That wasn't what I 
wanted. I brought myself back to the present moment and 
collected my thoughts. I closed my eyes and listened to 
my pounding heart. 

I straightened Leslie's pictures into their neat stack, 
just as I had found them. I gently kissed the picture 
on the top of the stack and placed them back in the 
box. I picked of the stack of Annie's pictures. Her 
pictures started off with just a tease, like Leslie's, 
exposing more and more as the pictures went on. As sexy 
as Leslie's pictures were, there was something even 
more tempting about Annie's. There was a hint of 
innocence in Leslie's pictures, and there was none of 
that in Annie's. There was something in Annie's eyes 
that said, "If you can catch me, you can fuck me." My 
cock began to throb.

Only a moment before, I had wanted nothing more in the 
world than to fuck my sister. As I looked at Annie's 
pictures all that seemed to evaporate. It was if Annie 
was saying, "You know that you'll never have her. Come 
and see me. I'll give you what you want." 

I believed her too. I took a deep breath through 
Leslie's panties and imagine it was Annie's twat that I 
smelled. I stroked my cock with those satin panties 
again as I looked at Annie's pictures. Leslie had 
appeared as a goddess, Annie was a seductress. Her 
breasts weren't large at all. They were perfect peaks, 
standing straight out with delicate looking aureole 
that I knew were pink. Her eyes looked right through 
me.

For a second, I forgot all about Leslie, I forgot all 
about everything. I was in Annie's spell. The smell of 
pussy filled my head, my pulse was racing, my breathes 
were coming in short gasps, my balls tightened and: I 
heard the front door. My heart leapt into my throat. I 
quickly put everything back in the box, shoved it to 
the back of the drawer, pulled up my pants, stuffed 
Leslie's panties in my pants and stood still. 

I didn't want to get caught coming out of Leslie's 
room. I decided to stand just inside her door, and if 
it was Leslie, I would say, "Oh there you are. I was 
looking for you," and strike up a conversation. 

I heard the screen door close, but I didn't hear anyone 
come through the house. I went to the window and looked 
out. I saw the postman walking away. He must have left 
a package.

I went to my room and lay on my bed. I took off all my 
clothes. I found Leslies panties as I took off my 
pants. I took a long deep breath of Leslie's fragrance. 
I had been close to her pussy several times and had 
gotten to smell it, but to take it in so deeply for so 
long was intoxicating. With the image of Annie's body 
and her piercing eyes in my head, my cock began to 
throb. I rubbed it slowly, then began to stroke it. I 
heard Annie's voice in my head. "Come over and see me, 
Teddy. I'll give you my pussy. You know she never 
will."

I started stroking faster, whispering, "Annie. Oh, 
Annie," I stopped myself and squeezed my cock. "Oh no 
you don't. You little cunt," I said aloud, "I'm waiting 
for Leslie." I sat up, laid Leslie's panties over my 
cock and lit a cigarette. 

I turned on the radio, picked up a book and tried to 
occupy my mind. I struggled at that for what seemed 
like hours. Finally, Leslie came home. She tapped on my 
door with her fingertip as she passed by and I was 
instantly erect again. I gave her a few minutes, 
slipped on a pair of pajama bottoms and made my way to 
her door. I tapped with a finger and stepped inside.

Leslie was lighting candles. That was a good sign. That 
meant she was in a good mood, and probably a sexy mood. 
That was just what I had hoped for. I was sure that it 
was going to be our night. I knew that I was going to 
be able to break Annie's spell. I loved the magic that 
Annie worked on me, but I couldn't let her win. I 
couldn't let her get to me first. If Annie got me 
first, I was sure she would own me. I would never get 
away from her.

Leslie lit the last candle and turned to face me. She 
had never looked more beautiful. She smiled and said, 
"Hi."

"Hi," I replied and slowly stepped toward her. She took 
a step in my direction and we were face to face. She 
laid one hand on my shoulder and the other on my cheek. 
I put my hands on her waist. We gazed into each others 
eyes and slowly moved our faces together and kissed, 
very softly. She held my upper lip between her lips as 
I held her lower lip between mine. We both began to 
breathe more heavily, my heart was racing again and my 
palms started to sweat.

"Come here," she said, and led me to her chair, at her 
dressing table. I sat and watched her in the mirror. 
She turned on the radio and started to undress. She 
moved with fluid, rhythmic motion, dancing around the 
room as she shed her clothes. I thought back to the 
Poloroids I had seen earlier. She was my goddess. I 
truly worshiped her. 

Leslie soon stood behind the chair, clad in only her 
white satin panties and swayed to the music, looking 
into the mirror. I watched her reflection. I wasn't 
sure if she was watching herself or if she was looking 
at me. My eyes were glued to her gorgeous body. 
Leslie's breasts were a little fuller than Annie's; not 
really bigger, just a bit more plump. They hung down a 
little and looked more round. 

Leslie's aureolas were bigger and darker than Annie's, 
with nipples that were a little thicker. I would 
usually be sitting on her bed at that point and she 
would have her back to me. I could often see her 
reflection, but at more of a distance, and never for 
this long. She just swayed there. Staring into the 
mirror. My young cock was so hard that it ached.

Leslie danced over to her dressing table and picked up 
her hair brush. She moved over in font of me. I 
couldn't help but stare at her beautiful titties, they 
were right in front of me. She placed a finger gently 
under my chin and lifted my face. 

I looked her in the eyes, they shown like sapphires in 
the candlelight. She smiled, sweetly and bent down to 
kiss me. The kiss started tender and soft, but the 
passion built quickly. As soon as I touched my tongue 
to her lips, she pulled away. She moved around behind 
me and started to brush my hair. 

I watched my beautiful sister in the mirror as she 
brushed my hair and swayed to the music. We began to 
talk. Leslie told me about her day, she'd hung out with 
one of her friends from school, Jo Anne. I liked Jo and 
she liked me. We'd all had a lot of laughs together. Jo 
was pretty too. She was blond like Leslie, but she had 
brown eyes, and big titties, even at fifteen. Leslie 
told me all the details of their day, but I had a hard 
time paying attention. 

I kept watching Leslie's beautiful breasts sway as she 
brushed my hair. My eyes shifted from her nipples to 
her pupils and back again. Leslie's gaze moved from my 
face to my crotch and back. The bulge in my pajamas was 
obvious. I loved the little smile that crossed Leslie's 
lips whenever she saw that I was hard. She would only 
give me that smile if we were alone. If she ever 
noticed that I had an erection, in the presence of 
others, she never acknowledged it. Leslie never 
embarrassed me. 

Leslie ran out of conversation and enthusiasm for 
brushing my hair at about the same time. She stopped 
brushing and looked me in the eye. I rose and turned to 
face her. There stood my goddess, lithe, blond and tan. 
She took my hand and led me to her bed. We crawled 
between the sheets and kissed. My passion for her 
consumed me. I wanted to touch every part of her with 
every part of me. Leslie soon calmed my savage lust. 

Leslie kissed with a smooth, deliberate hunger. I could 
tell that she was as hot as I was. She just had so much 
more control. Every time I let the passion overcome me, 
she calmed me down. We kissed so deeply and with such 
fever, I thought I was going to die. She ran her hands 
all over my body. I caressed her as gently as she 
touched me. 

Leslie kissed my ear and then my neck.. She grazed my 
shoulder with her lips and moved down to my chest. All 
the while, she was softly tracing unseen patterns on my 
body with her fingertips. I ran my hand over her skin, 
trying to match the softness of her touch. I could feel 
the goose bumps rise. 

Leslie kissed town my chest to my nipple. She flicked 
her tongue across it, as her fingertips danced toward 
my twitching cock. She started sucking my nipple and I 
felt her finger barely touch the shaft of my cock and 
move away. I ran my fingers across the smooth satin of 
her panties. 

I spread my hand and lay my palm on the cheek of her 
butt. I gave that beautiful ass of hers a gentle 
squeeze and pulled her closer to me. She moved her lips 
over to my other nipple and sucked that one as her 
fingers glided all over my tingling flesh. She touched 
me everywhere but where I wanted her to the most.

I ran my hand up and down her thigh, slowly moving 
toward the front. I slid my fingers up until they 
gently touched the fabric of her panties. I could feel 
the heat from her pussy through the satin. Leslie drew 
a deep breath and slowly exhaled with an almost silent, 
"Oh-h-h-h." She spread her legs just enough for me to 
slip my hand between them. I held my palm against her 
warm pussy. I felt the heat and moisture. I applied a 
tiny bit of pressure and she flinched, with a small 
grunt. I tried to massage her twat as tenderly as I 
could, but she grunted again. 

She gently pulled my hand away. "It hurts, Baby," she 
whispered, "I'm sorry." She placed my hand on my cock 
and held it there. "Touch yourself for me, Baby," she 
said, "I love that." I was so disappointed, but I 
couldn't help myself. I started to stroke my throbbing 
cock, softly and slowly. Leslie kept her hand on mine. 
"That's it, Baby," she whispered, "Jack off for me."

"You still hurt; down there?" I asked.

"Yeah, Baby," she said, "It still hurts."

"What did Annie do to you?"

"She was kinda rough on me; on my little pussy."

I hadn't heard Leslie use that word since we were 
little. It was as exciting to hear her say it then, as 
it was the very first time. "How?" I asked, "How was 
she rough on it?" I couldn't imagine how one girl could 
be rough on another girl's pussy.

"She fucked me pretty hard.." I was thrilled at the 
sound of Leslie saying "fuck". She would use those 
words when she explained to me the things that she 
learned from Annie. She would explain how the man would 
put his hard "dick" into the woman's "pussy" and they 
would "fuck", but she hadn't use those words in front 
of me for years. I was still confused. How could Annie 
fuck Leslie? With her fingers?

When I didn't respond she said, "You don't understand, 
do you?"

"No."

"She used a dildo on me, a big one. Do know what that 
is?" I was embarrassed to say that I didn't, but she 
judged by my silence that I did not. "It's a fake dick, 
made out of rubber," she went on. She cupped her warm 
hand under my balls as I kept steadily stroked my cock. 
It was starting to make sense. 

Leslie pulled her hand away from my balls and put it 
between her legs. She grunted. She gently massaged her 
sore little twat as I kept stroking my cock. "Annie's 
new dildo has two heads, one on each end. It's long and 
fat." Leslie continued to tell me details of what I'd 
heard that Sunday. "She put one end of it in her pussy 
and told me to suck it." The image of a naked Annie, 
like in the Poloroids, with a big fake dick in her 
pussy, sent shivers up and down my body. The Annie in 
my mind gave me that, "Catch me; fuck me" look. 

Then I could see Annie give that look to Leslie as she 
put the other end of that fake dick in her mouth. "She 
had me call her a boy's name, and suck her dick." 
Leslie knew that I was getting a thrill from her story. 
She had always loved to tell me stories and that one 
was the best yet.

"What name?" I asked. I knew. I had heard her call my 
name. I had heard her say things like, "I love your 
dick, Teddy," and "Let me suck your dick, Teddy!" God, 
how I wanted to hear her say those things to me. 

"I don't remember, just some name," she said, "She 
pretended to be a boy, and I sucked her dick." I could 
just see my naked goddess, on her knees, sucking the 
big dick of Annie, the naked seductress. I started to 
stroke my cock a little harder. I could tell that 
Leslie was massaging her tender little twat. I wondered 
if she was fingering it. 

"She took her big dick out of my mouth and I told her 
to fuck me." The story that Leslie was telling was 
thrilling enough, but to hear her use such language was 
driving me wild. Hearing Leslie's voice speak of 
sucking dick and begging to be fucked was about to send 
me over the edge. She sensed it and whispered in my 
ear, "Don't cum. Not yet." I slowed down the pace of my 
strokes. Hearing her say cum almost made me shoot.

"Annie climbed on top of me and rubbed her big, giant 
dick on my wet pussy," Leslie whispered, "Then she 
slowly put it in me: deeper; and deeper. Deeper than 
anything had ever been inside me."

"Did it hurt?" I had to ask.

"Yeah, but it felt good, too," Leslie grunted and I 
knew that she had thrust her finger into her own pussy. 
"It was a good pain. You'll understand someday." I 
didn't believe that. "She fucked me deeper and deeper; 
and harder and harder; and faster and faster. I wanted 
her to stop, but at the same time I never wanted it to 
end." I couldn't see any logic to what she was saying, 
but I could feel the fever. 

"She fucked me until I started to cum, but she wouldn't 
stop. I came; then she came; and I came again. She 
didn't stop until we were both exhausted, and I was 
sore and bleeding."

"Bleeding?" I was angry. I couldn't believe that Annie 
would make my Leslie bleed. I thought she loved her. 
Leslie sensed my anger. She rolled over and pressed her 
lips to mine.

"Don't be mad," she said, "Annie would never hurt me."

"She did hurt you," I blurted, "She made you bleed and 
you're still sore."

"She loves me, Teddy. It was just sex, rough sex."

"Sex shouldn't hurt."

"Sometimes it does, Baby, but it's good pain."

"It makes me mad." I was mad that anybody would hurt 
Leslie, especially Annie. And I was mad that Leslie 
couldn't make love to me because of that pain. It was 
preventing me from having the thing that I had lived 
for. Leslie was naked and horny, in my arms. She wanted 
me, I knew she did, and we couldn't go any farther. And 
how could I retaliate for that? There was no way to get 
back at Annie, and that made me more angry.

"Will you kiss it, baby?" Leslie whispered, "And make 
it better?" I was stunned. "Please, Baby," she pleaded, 
"Will you kiss my pussy, and make it better." She 
kissed me gently on my lips.

I rolled Leslie on her back and began to chew and suck, 
hungrily on her neck as I worked my way down. She 
grabbed my head to calm me and whispered, "Gently, 
Baby, gently." I drew a deep breath and calmed down. I 
tenderly kissed my sister's skin, moving down to her 
heaving breasts. I slowly ran my tongue around one 
aureole and the other. I sucked each nipple, briefly, 
then kissed Leslie's stomach. I dipped my tongue into 
her navel and moved ever southward. 

When I reached the lacy waistband of her satin panties, 
I could smell it. The wonderful aroma of Leslie's 
pussy. She reached down and took the waistband under 
her thumbs as she raised her hips. She slid the panties 
down her creamy thighs, bent her legs, bringing her 
knees to her stomach and peeled the panties off, 
tossing them aside.

I moved between Leslie's legs and looked down at her. 
There she lay, as naked as the day she was born, as 
naked as she had appeared on film, in living color; my 
gorgeous sister, my goddess. 

"Gently, baby," Leslie reminded me. She drew a deep 
breath as I ran my fingers up her inner thighs. I 
stopped just short of her pussy. I could feel the heat 
from it. I touched her twat with a fingertip, and she 
winced. "Oh baby, softly, please." I ran my finger 
along her wet, hot slit. She winced and drew a hissing 
breath through her teeth. I froze. "Oh. Kiss her Baby," 
my sister whispered. 

I moved down slowly to Leslie's pussy. The fragrance of 
her cunt filled my nose and my head began to swim. I 
lowered my face between her thighs and gently placed my 
lips to the lips of her gorgeous pussy. "Oh yes, baby," 
my goddess whispered, "She feels better already." I 
pressed my lips against her pussy a bit more and drew a 
deep breath. "Oh yes, my baby. Kiss her. French kiss 
Baby."

Leslie's pussy was getting wetter and hotter as I 
extended my tongue and licked the slit between her 
swollen labia. She spread her legs farther and those 
soft, puffy lips parted a bit and my tongue slid in. 
"Ah, Baby. That feels so good. She's feeling better all 
the time." She spread the tender lips of her sore, 
sensitive pussy with her fingers. "Deeper, Baby," she 
moaned, "Deeper." I dipped my tongue as deep as it 
would go into my beautiful sister's dripping, 
sweltering twat. 

I lapped at the tangy pungent nectar that ran from 
Leslie's tender twat, as she moaned and sighed. "My 
clit baby. Lick my clit." She ran her finger over it to 
show me the way. I ran my tongue up the slit of her 
pussy to her clit and touched it softly with the tip of 
my tongue. She flinched. I waited for a second and the 
licked it again. I licked and sucked at her clit until 
she tensed up and grunted, "Stop! Stop!" I held 
perfectly still. I thought I had hurt her. 

"Baby?" she whispered. I looked up at her. "Come kiss 
me, Baby."

I crawled up between Leslie's legs. I suddenly realized 
how hard my cock was and how it was aching, aching to 
get into my sweet sister's pussy. I moved down to kiss 
her. My bare chest touched the tips of her nipples. I 
rested a little more weight on her and felt her breasts 
against my chest. The head of my cock was pushing into 
her pussy with only my thin pajamas between us. I could 
feel the heat and the wetness through the fabric. It 
was all I could do, not to cum. 

"Do you know what sixty-nine is, Baby?" I nodded. I had 
heard about it. Leslie rolled me over beside her. She 
turned around and climbed atop me, facing my cock. I 
looked at her back and her exquisite ass, with those 
cute little dimples just above the cheeks. 

Leslie pulled down the waist band of my pajamas and my 
cock slapped against my stomach. I pulled my knees up 
so she could take them off me. She scooted back to 
straddle my head and lowered her pussy to my face. The 
smell of her twat filled my nostrils once again and her 
juices dripped on my lips.

I almost forgot all that when I felt her lips touch the 
head of my cock.. Her tongue flicked out and circled 
the very tip. She licked the pre-cum that was oozing 
out. I nearly shot my load, but I held on. "My clit , 
Baby," she moaned, "Lick it. Suck it." I found her clit 
with my tongue and licked. I felt it grew. It came out 
from behind its little shroud. I buried my face in 
Leslie's twat and I got her clit between my lips. She 
moaned out loud and took all my cock into her mouth. 

I kept sucking her clit until I ran out of air. Leslie 
pulled her hot, slobbery mouth back to the end of my 
cock and sucked with sloppy slurping sounds that drove 
me wild. I drew a deep breath, and before I could 
speak, I erupted into Leslie's mouth. I wanted to warn 
her. I didn't know if that would be alright. I had no 
idea. She kept sucking. She moaned through the cum and 
saliva and I felt my dick vibrate with her voice. 

Leslie pushed her pussy back down upon my face and I 
took her clit in my lips again and matched her 
intensity as she sucked me. She moaned again, louder 
and longer. She pulled her mouth from my cock and 
gripped it with hand, as she began to tremble and 
shudder. I nearly drowned in her succulence. I couldn't 
lap it up fast enough. He whole body bucked, grinding 
her pussy on my face and yanking my cock, until I 
thought she tear it out by the root. Just as I thought 
I was going to suffocate in her cunt, she raised up. I 
gasped for air and moaned in pleasure. I had never been 
more alive. 

It was astonishment, satisfaction, gratitude and love. 
I imagine I wore a face much like that, as I was 
overflowing with emotions : all of those that I just 
mentioned and some that I had never known. 

Leslie had a twinkle in her eye and a glisten on her 
lips, that I knew was my cum. She slid her pussy back 
across my stomach until it was on my shriveling, tired 
dick. She leaned down and kissed me. I tasted my cum on 
her lips. My cock began to grow, but Leslie rolled us 
over and held me tight. She kissed me again and 
whispered, "Next time, baby. Next time for sure."  

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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