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Loving Leslie - 4
by Sir_edward (tedjohnsonone@gmail.com)
***
I was sure that I was only a heartbeat away from having
sex, real sex. And what could be more natural than to
have sex with my sister, Leslie. But that's not how
things were meant to be. (mf-teens, youths, inc, 1st,
mast, oral)
***
I can't tell this story about my love for Leslie
without involving our cousin Annie. She was like
another sister to us. She had lived with us and slept
in Leslie's bed for a while, which I resented at first.
I developed a deep crush on my cousin and eventually
let go of my resentment. There were times I didn't know
which of them I loved more.
I was thirteen and I sure that my sister Leslie was
finally going to have sex with me, the next time that
she let me into her bed. We had done everything else.
We had made out in her room for quite a while, ever
since she'd taught me to French kiss. She told me I was
the best kisser she knew. She was definitely the best
kisser I knew.
I still slept her quite often. We would lie in her bed
and make out, touching and caressing each other. That
led to mutual masturbation. She had me jerk off for her
as she fingered herself and played with her gorgeous
titties. Later she stroked my cock as I fingered her
beautiful pussy. She taught me about her clit. We made
each other cum, which was fantastic.
We progressed to oral. My beautiful sister went down on
me. She sucked my dick. I ate her sweet pussy too. We
got into the sixty nine position, with her on top of
me, sitting on my face. I ate her pussy and she sucked
my cock. It was incredible. She let me cum in her mouth
and swallowed it all. I could hardly believe it. Still,
though, it was a little disappointing, because she
wouldn't have sex with me. She told me that she'd had
rough sex with our cousin Annie.
She said that Annie had fucked her with some great big
dildo and her pussy was sore. I knew it was true. I had
heard the two of them going at it in Annie's room. The
first night after Annie fucked Leslie so hard, Leslie
couldn't barely even touch her own twat. It was an
exciting, yet frustrating week. It was all building up
to the weekend. By then Leslie's pussy would be all
healed up and ready for sex. I would be more than
ready. She had promised me. "Next time for sure, baby."
That's what she'd told me.
Friday I found out that Leslie had a date with her new
boyfriend, Mick. I was a little upset, but I had waited
up for her before and slept with her many times. I lay
in my bed that night, reading my latest issue of
Playboy, which was actually three months old, and
listening to the radio.
I would occasionally look at some Poloroid snapshots of
Leslie that I had stolen from a cigar box in her
dresser. She was almost naked in the picture. Her left
breast was exposed and her left thigh. You could almost
see the edge of her pubic hair. She was looking into
the camera with an expression that I had never seen on
Leslie's face. It was the sexiest picture I had ever
seen. I got so hard looking at it that my dick hurt. I
gently stroked my cock, but I didn't jerk off. I was
waiting for Leslie.
It got later and later: one AM, two AM, I finally fell
asleep. I heard Leslie come in just after two. She
didn't tap on my door as she passed. That was her
signal to come visit her. I waited a few minutes and
crept down the hall to her door. Her room was dark and
quiet. I rapped on her door with my fingertip; no
answer. I poked my head in to find Leslie in bed with
all her lights off.
I went back to my room and picked up the purloined
Poloroids. I had a couple of Annie as well. I looked at
the picture Annie, both breasts exposed and her hands
covering her pussy. The look on her face said, "If you
can find me, you can fuck me." My dick got hard in an
instant. I started stroking it. I could almost hear
Annie say, "Come and see me, Teddy. I'll give you what
you need. I know how to treat you. You know I'll fuck
you."
"Oh Annie," I whispered, "Let me fuck you, Annie. I
want your pussy, Annie. Give me that pussy, Annie." It
only took a minute, and I shot my wad. I had to move
the picture to keep my cum off of it. I fell asleep
with Annie's picture under my pillow and I think I
dreamed of her.
Leslie was sweet at breakfast. It didn't seem to matter
to her that we didn't get together the night before.
She'd had a wonderful time with Mick and the rest of
the gang. They were all getting together that afternoon
and going to the state park for a picnic. Then they
were going to the drive-in movies for the "Film
Festival". The festival was a night when the drive-in
ran "B" movies all night. The local teenagers had
drive-in parties. They brought coolers of beer and
bottles of liquor and stayed all night. I was crushed.
I decided to spend that night with my twin cousins,
Henry and Phillip as I had a hundred other Saturday
nights. We sat up late, playing cards and drinking
beer. Henry and Phil could always get a couple of six
packs. At that age, two or three beers was all I could
handle.
And as they did nearly every Sunday morning, they had
gotten up and gone fishing at dawn. I had stopped
getting up at dawn to go fishing long before that
weekend. I usually found myself in the kitchen, on
those Sunday mornings, eating cereal, reading the paper
and waiting for their sister Annie to come out of her
room.
It had become part of the routine of these Sunday
mornings. I really enjoyed looking at Annie and her
mother, Darlene, if she was home, on those mornings. I
had always thought that Darlene was the sexiest woman
in the world and Annie was the sexiest girl alive, even
if some people thought that they were trashy.
Darlene was my first cousin-twice-removed. She was a
sexy, single, middle-aged woman. Actually she was in
her early thirties at the time. She was only sixteen
when Annie was born. Darlene was just easy on the eyes.
Annie, on the other hand was a real tease. She was very
good at it and loved to practice on me. She wiggled her
butt as she walked, she gave me "accidental" glimpses
of her boobs or her butt. She had given me some
outrageous beaver shots. I knew that her pubes were
redder than the strawberry blonde hair on her head. She
would brush or press her body against me. The things
that she whispered in my ear made me blush until I
could feel my ears burn. She always acknowledged when
she recognized my erections. She would stare at my
crotch and smile at me and maybe give me a little wink.
That morning was like many of those Sunday mornings. I
was alone in the kitchen when in walked Annie, wearing
nothing but a man's large t-shirt. "Good morning," she
sang.
"Morning," I said, and watched her, over the top of my
paper as she walk across the kitchen, swinging her
gorgeous ass. She stepped up to the cabinets and
reached up to the top shelf to try and bring down a bag
of flour. The bag was just out of her reach.
She stretched and grunted for several seconds. As she
reached for the flour, her t-shirt pulled up, revealing
more and more of her lovely ass.
"Need some help?" I offered. It seemed like deja vu.
Just a week before, this same scene had begun to play
itself out when my sister, Leslie interrupted. This
time Annie and I were alone in her house.
I walked toward her, watching her shirt ride higher and
higher up her ass. She looked back over her shoulder at
my crotch as my erection grew.
"If you could lift me up," she said.
I placed my hands on her waist and lifted her the few
inches it took for her to reach her flour. I leaned
into her and felt her ass against my stomach. Her left
leg pressed back against my hard cock. Once she got her
flour, I slowly let her slide down, her ass gliding
down my body and her leg sliding across my throbbing
cock, until my member was pressed against her beautiful
ass. When her feet were on the floor again, I leaned
against her, with my cock nestled in the crack of her
butt. We just froze there for several seconds.
Finally, Annie looked over her shoulder and said, "Hey,
come to my room with me, I wanna show ya something."
I was a little surprised. Annie had never treated me
like that before. She had never more than teased or
joked with me. Now, here she was inviting me to her
room. I had never been to her room. I could only
imagine what she had in mind. I slowly pulled my body
away from hers and replied, "OK."
She took my hand and scurried off. I had to hurry to
keep up. We went to her room and I was amazed. It was a
teenaged girl's room. She had posters on her walls of
bands like The Doors, The Velvet Underground, Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop and some Andy Warhol stuff. There were lots of
photos on the walls. Most of them were in black and
white, scenes from the city, pictures of people on the
streets along with some really nice landscapes.
Most of her photos were just tacked to the walls, but
there were some that were framed. Annie had several
rather sexy, although not too revealing, photos of
Leslie that were framed and even a couple of pictures
me that were in frames.
"Did you take all these?" I asked.
"Sure did," she bragged. "You didn't know I was a
photographer, did you?"
"Leslie said you were," I replied, "But I had no idea.
You're really good."
"You really think so?" she asked
.
"I do," I said. I didn't know anything about
photography, but I liked her pictures. "How come you
have framed pictures of me?"
"Because I love you, you little knuckle-head." she
chuckled, "didn't you know that?"
"I love you too, but..." I paused.
"Not like that," she said, "You're special to me. I
guess you couldn't see it. All this stuff I've been
sayin' to you, its not just to tease you. I mean it.
You and me are gonna get it on some day. Someday soon.
Do you know how much that pisses your sister off?"
I was embarrassed. I looked down and blushed.
"Oh, stop it," she said as she lifted my chin with her
knuckle, "Its just you and me here, and you know you
want it as much as I do." She looked me in the eye and
I felt my embarrassment subside. I was flattered. She
kissed my lips. That was the first time I could
remember her kissing me. Then she ruffed up my hair.
"Here," she said, as she handed me a large manilla
envelope, "This is part of what I want to show you."
As I opened the envelope and started to pull out the
photos inside, Annie stepped behind a Japanese screen
in the corner of her room and started to get dressed.
The envelope contained a group of five-by-seven and
eight-by-ten photos of Annie, along with strips of
smaller pictures and negatives. In these shots Annie
was dressed in a fancy gown, a very sexy negligee, in
various stages of undress and several poses in the
nude. I remembering how beautiful I thought she was.
Annie was a slightly flawed beauty, with fine talents.
In those days, I overlooked all her flaws. These
imperfections were slight.
Annie was of a fair complection, with strawberry-blonde
hair. She had a pretty face with freckles on her nose
and cheeks. I liked her freckles. She had soft, blue
eyes and plump, pouty lips. A couple of her front teeth
were slightly crooked. I thought those things gave her
character. But those are the kind of things that
prevented her from becoming a professional model. If
Darlene could have afforded braces,
Annie might have been a model. Annie's body wasn't
exceptional, but it was lovely. She probably weighed
just under a hundred pounds with breasts that were
slightly more than a handful, probably a B cup. Her ass
was exceptional. Leslie said Annie had a bubble-butt. I
think Leslie was jealous because her ass wasn't as
large. I loved Leslie's ass too.
Annie had a flair for the dramatic as well. She could
speak volumes with a glance. She could look at you and
tell you exactly what was on her mind. When she cast
those sexy glares of hers at me, I fell apart.
Annie was also a fine ice-skater. If Darlene could have
afforded the training for Annie, she may have gone to
the Olympics, I'm sure.
I was totally blown away by the photos. "You're so
fine," I said.
"Thanks," she replied as she stepped from behind the
screen. "What do ya think?" She was the sexiest thing I
had ever seen. She wore a flowered blouse and a short,
black, leather skirt with black panty-hose.
"Damn!" is all I could say.
"Give me another minute," she said and sat down at her
dressing table and put on some mascara and eye-shadow.
It was several shades of blue and she put it on thick,
from her eyelashes to her eyebrows. It was trashy, but
I thought it was sexy as hell.
She stood up and pulled on a shiny leather jacket and a
pair of black high heels, struck a model's pose and
gave me one of those sexy looks, where she tipped her
head down and looked up at me. I thought I was gonna
die. There was no way that this was my cousin Annie.
This was the sexiest chick I had ever seen, and she was
standing right in front of me.
"You like?" she asked.
"Damn!" I uttered again.
She looked down at my pajamas and could see my raging
hard on.
She grinned and said, "He likes." She turned away from
me and tossing her flowing, strawberry blonde hair
back, looked over her shoulder at me and gave me a
seductive smile as she walked away.
"Now look at this," she said. "This is what else I
wanted to show you." She held up what appeared to be a
very expensive camera. "It's a 'Nikon F' 35 mm SLR ,"
she told me, proudly. It looked like the kind that
professionals used. She started talking about things
like motor drives and 100% view finders and mirror lock
ups and all sorts of things that I didn't understand.
"I've been savin' up for a good camera for a long time,
then a friend of mom's in the city got a new camera and
sold me one of his old ones. Ain't it beautiful?"
"Yeah," is all I could say. I didn't know anything
about cameras but it was truly a fine piece of
equipment, of that there was doubt.
She aimed it at me and took my picture. I sat there in
awe. That is still one of Annie's favorite photos and
one of my least favorites. "Will you take my picture?"
she asked as she gave me one of her sexy looks.
"I don't know how to work that thing," I said. I was
intimidated.
"Its easy," she said, "Really. I'll show you." She
pulled me to my feet and gave me a crash course in
photography and the workings of the Nikon F. She taught
me how to hold a camera and how to focus. I learned
just enough to take some shots of her in her room that
morning.
Annie handed the camera to me and asked if I was ready.
"I guess," I mumbled. She put on a Velvet Underground
album and slipped behind her Japanese screen, peeked
around the corner and asked, "Ready?"
"Ready," I repeated.
Annie stepped from behind the screen, gave me a shy,
little girl expression and said, "Ready, one, two,
three, now!" She directed me to move from one location
to another as she changed poses and shed one article of
clothing after another. I was reminded of a summer
afternoon, a couple years before, when I stood in her
yard with Annie's brothers and watched, through her
window, as she and my sister Leslie put on a little
show.
Annie danced and posed and stripped all around the room
until I ran out of film. At that point she was wearing
just the panty-hose and the heels. She took the camera
from me and set it on her dresser. She flipped her
album over and said, "The rest of the show is just for
you."
I sat on the edge of her bed as my cock throbbed
watching the most incredible show I had ever seen. She
peeled off the panty-hose to reveal a pair of yellow
satin panties. I took in the beauty of her gorgeous
body, her smooth, fair skin, her lovely young breasts
with her pink, puffy nipples Then she slipped the
jacket back on and stepped back into the heels. She
stood just a foot from me, slowly and seductively,
swaying to the music. She looked at the throbbing bulge
in my pajamas and smiled. "Let me see it," she
whispered.
"Huh?"
She nodded toward my rock-hard cock and repeated, "Let
me see it."
I mumbled something and must have looked dumbfounded.
"After everything I've shown you," she started, "Oh, I
get it. You haven't seen everything." With that she
kicked off the heels and lifted her left foot upon the
bed. She slid her hand to her thigh and then to her
panties. She pulled the satin aside to reveal her warm,
red bush. "Now you've seen my strawberry patch. C'mon,
please. Need some help?"
She stepped in front of me and took hold of my pajamas
and began to pull them down. I raised my hips and let
her take them off. The waist band bent my member down
and as it was released it slapped against my belly. I
felt a little awkward, sitting there naked with her
staring at my raging boner.
"Damn!" she gasped, "That's fuckin' beautiful."
"Thanks," was all I could say.
She slid out of the panties but kept the jacket on. She
put her foot back up on the bed and started to softly
slide her right hand across her pussy and cupped her
right breast with her left hand. "Touch it!" she
whispered. When I didn't do or say anything, she said,
"Go on, you know you want to." I still didn't move and
she said, "You do jack-off at home don't you?"
I nodded and she asked, "Do you ever think about me
when you jack-off?" I nodded again. She smiled and
said, "You can do it now while you're lookin' at me
instead of later as you try to remember how I looked."
"Oh, I'll never forget how you look right now," I said.
I couldn't resist any longer and wrapped my hand around
my cock. She smiled again and I saw her finger slide up
inside her twat.
I started to stroke my cock. It was so hard that it was
about to burst and my balls were aching. She drove her
finger into her pussy deeper and began to finger
herself. I matched her rhythm as I stroked my dick. We
both moved to the music as we touched ourselves and
watched each other.
"Don't you cum," she said. I couldn't believe her
timing, I was just about to erupt. I slowed by pace and
she smiled at me then bit her lower lip. She stepped in
front of me and straddled my knees. She reached down
and began to caress my thighs. I moved my hand aside
and let her take control of my cock. She took my hand
and placed it against her "strawberry patch".
Her pussy was hot and dripping wet. I slid my finger up
inside her and she squeezed my dick. She started
jacking me off as I fingered her. She kept staring into
my eyes and giving me those sexy looks of hers. She
seemed to be able to sense when I was about to get off.
She would slow her pace and say, "Don't you cum! Not
now!" I never slowed down on her pussy though.
I found her clit and she was delighted. A look of
pleasant surprise rose on her face when I first teased
at her clit, then she bit her lip and laid her head
back as I worked that little nub. I felt it swell
beneath my finger. "Ooh, damn," she purred. I was proud
to get such a response from the sexiest girl in the
world. She just gripped my dick and let me finger-bang
her for a minute, then slowly pulled away.
She stood straddling my knees, staring at me and
breathing hard. She took my hands and pulled me
forward. As I was about to rise to my feet she pulled
my hands down and brought me to my knees before her. I
wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her
stomach. I stretched my neck and burrowed up into her
leather jacket until I found her left breast. She bent
forward slightly to let me take her soft, puffy nipple
between my lips. I licked and sucked her beautiful
young breasts. I could hardly believe I was sucking
Annie's titty.
Annie gently pressed down on the top of my head. I
kissed her stomach and moved down. I reached her
strawberry patch and the smell of her pussy filled my
nose. The aroma was familiar. It smelled so much like
Leslie's pussy. I wondered if they tasted alike. I
pressed my lips to her warm, soft patch of hair and the
tender mound beneath it.
Annie spread her feet apart and pressed me down a
little farther. I licked at her wet slit and she
moaned. The tip of my tongue touched her clit and she
flinched. "Yeah, baby," she said. Hearing Annie call me
'baby' was almost too much. I just couldn't believe
what was happening. It was like a dream. I moved down
and slurped at her juices, and she moaned, "Eat me,
baby."
Annie ran her fingers through my hair and moaned as I
licked and kissed her pussy. She tasted so much like my
sister. She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to my
feet. She kissed my lips and whispered, "Wanna fuck me,
Teddy?"
"Hell yes," I blurted, almost out of breath and kissed
her lips. I forced my tongue into her mouth and she
sucked it. She was running her hands all over my body.
I was sure it was all a dream. I had always thought
that my first time would be with Leslie. I had
fantasized about fucking Annie so many times, but I
never dreamed that I would ever really fuck her.
Annie fell back on her bed and pulled me with her. I
stopped at the edge of her bed and watched her scoot
back. Her every move turned me on. She reached out to
me and breathed, in the sexiest voice I had ever heard,
"Come here to me, Teddy. Come fuck me, baby." I nearly
shot my wad at the mere sound of her voice.
I knelt on Annie's bed and crawled toward her. I bent
over and placed my hands on either side of her head.
She reached up and clasped her hands behind my neck.
Everything slowed down. My heart was pounding and I
believe I was trembling. She pulled my face down to
hers and tenderly kissed my lips. Annie was trembling
too when she whispered, "Fuck me, Teddy."
That was it, the moment that I had been waiting for.
The fact that I was sharing it with Annie made it even
more exciting, in a way. I loved Annie, and I was
thrilled at the thought of her being my first. She
reached down and gently guided my throbbing young cock
toward her wet, waiting pussy. When the head of my dick
met her hot, twitching slit, she slid it up and down
her slippery trench. "Fuck me." she whispered in a
sultry, trembling voice.
I pushed the head of my cock into Annie's cunt. I was
there. I was inside her. Annie grabbed both cheeks of
my ass and pulled me all the way into her, digging her
nails into mt flesh. I was out of my mind with
pleasure. "I love you, Annie," I gasped.
"I love you too, baby," she said, "Fuck me." I pulled
my dick back and plunged it into Annie again, and
again. As I thrust my tingling dick into Annie the
third or fourth time: I could no longer hold back and I
erupted with a load of cum the likes of which I had
never known. I pushed my cock all the way into Annie
and let go with my outburst. I lost control and
collapsed on her. Annie clutched me and held me tight
as I shook and shivered.
As I regained my senses, I realized that I had left my
partner unsatisfied. As limited as my experience was, I
had learned from Leslie that girls cum too. I knew that
the act wasn't over until Annie got off. "I'm sorry," I
gasped, "That was too quick."
"It's OK, baby," she said, "Just be a good lover and
eat me out. Make me cum."
I did just that. I gathered my strength and slithered
down her hot, sweaty body until I found my head between
her thighs. I buried my face in her sloppy twat,
sucking and slurping all the juices flowing from my
lover. Annie quivered and quaked as I ate her pussy. I
explored every fold and crevice of her slick and
slippery slit. I found her swollen clit and sucked it
like a little dick. She squirmed and writhed, grinding
her twat against my mouth.
Annie squealed and moaned until she was overcome with
the throes of her orgasm. I was gratified, but intent
on seeing it through. I kept sucking her clit and
licking her pussy until she was forced to pull me away
from her twat, while she shuddered and panted, trying
to regain control of herself.
I laid my cheek on Annie's thigh and looked up at her.
There was her sloppy, rosie pussy, framed in red pubic
hair, just inches from my face. Farther up I could see
Annie's soft, delicate skin, so pale and tender, her
pert, young breasts, with their puffy, pink nipples and
somewhere amidst all that tangle of strawberry-blonde
hair was Annie's pretty face.
I gathered my strength and clambered up alongside
Annie. I brushed all that reddish hair aside and found
Annie's beautiful face and kissed her. I crumbled
beside her. She rolled over and laid her head on my
shoulder. I pulled her close and asked, "Was I OK?"
"You were great, baby," she replied, "Next time will be
even better."
I knew I would never look at Annie the same again. "I
love you, Annie."
"I love you too," she whispered, "I really do."
I knew things would never be the same, for either of
us.
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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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