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In the summer, my sister came to visit me. She worked under a contract in another country and decided to come to me on vacation, since we had not seen each other for more than three years. I lived with my wife in a rented one-room apartment in Moscow. Due to the nature of her work, my wife was often on business trips. She was pleased to hear this news, and she tried in every way to return home as soon as possible.

Every day after work I spent time with my sister. We went to the movies, went shopping, she cooked dinner in the evening, we ate, drank, looked at photos and excitedly told each other all our events that had happened over these three years.

We are already adults (I’m 28, she’s 23), and in the conversation we touched on her personal relationships with men, and I showed her erotic photos of my wife and I taken in bed. She really liked my wife as a woman and as a person. My sister happily looked at our photos taken on a digital camera on the monitor, and I sat next to her and drank beer. Sometimes, when there were particularly interesting moments that my wife did in front of the camera, I teased Yulka. Could you do that? Do you like it? And so on. She only insisted that yes, and that she herself sometimes does such things in front of the camera, but she did not show these photos to anyone. She herself dreamed of being photographed beautifully, but, as you know, not every person who owns a camera is called a photographer. In my field of activity, I had an artistic vision and a concept of composition. After drinking the third bottle of beer, I boldly told her:

Do you want me to take a photo of you?

My sister has a good sense of humor and took it as a joke. I decided to continue this very intimate topic. Since I had not had sex for more than a month, and alcohol gave me a feeling of liberation. I looked at her and thought about how to get started with her. Hug, kiss her neck, caress her ears, maybe she herself will agree to everything else, I thought. Damn, my dick got hard, and my sister continued to look at the photos and acted like nothing had happened. I already wanted us to get into bed as soon as possible, and maybe then I could lie down on her bed and start caressing her. The evening ended, we went to bed, she went to bed, I went to the floor, chatted before bed and fell asleep.

Over the next few days I thought of ways to make love to her. A good way should be an original photo production. All that remains is for her to agree to this. On another Friday evening, while having a light dinner and drinking a Martini, I brought up the topic of erotic filming. I had to tell it for a very long time how I imagine it, and that the shots will be super. And she decided to try it. No hints of sex, just a beautiful photo session.

On Saturday we cleaned the bathroom, filled the water with foam, I took champagne, and prepared a tripod with a camera. My sister undressed and, a little embarrassed, sat in the bathtub with foam. I started drooling over her delicious and firm, cabbage-like breasts and her uniquely cut pubic hairs. She soaked in the water for a bit, then I opened a bottle of champagne for her, let her drink a little from her throat, and the shooting began.

At my command, she carefully poured champagne onto her chest, played with her nipples, licked her fingers, caressed her tummy and smiled sweetly. At the end she drank the rest of the champagne and I ended the shoot. The filming turned out amazing.

I went to download them onto the computer, and she stayed in the shower to rinse off. I admired the shots and my sister’s body, rubbing my long-awaited penis with my hand. She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and curiously approached me to see what had happened. She stood next to me and together we began to select the best shots. Yes, that was something! While she was engrossed in deeply viewing the resulting photographs, I carefully reached under her towel with my hand and felt her wet ass without panties. She wiggled her butt so that I would fall behind. But I persistently climbed again.
-Are you embarrassed? - I asked with a smile.
- Sasha, please stop.
- Don’t be afraid, I’m gentle.
She saw my erect penis sticking out through my shorts and said:
- Let me touch you then.
- Let's! I don't mind.
I stuck out my penis, she carefully took it in her hand, I threw off the towel from her and began to stroke her crotch. And she gently moved her hand over my penis.

We got excited quickly. Horror! If only our parents knew what we were doing. In a fit of passion, she sat down facing me and began to rub her whole body against my penis. I began to greedily suck her breasts and bite her nipples with my lips. Unfortunately, I finished quickly, but decided to see it through to the end. I put her to bed, lubricated her crotch with olive oil and began to stroke her harder and harder. She wriggled her whole body, moaned softly, then asked to insert first one finger inside, then two. With the rest of my fingers, I began to caress her anus, gradually inserting a finger inside. Her body squirmed from such sweet sensations. My hand was already getting tired, but she kept asking faster and faster.

Then she invited me to lie on my back, and she lay down with her butt to my face. Moving her ass closer to my mouth, I began to passionately lick her charms, and she began to give a blowjob. It was an amazing feeling for both of us. We didn't see anything dirty in it, even if we were brother and sister. I didn’t ask her to sit on my dick, and she understood that that would be too much.

They got off with mutual oral sex. Exhausted and lifeless, we silently lay on our backs and stroked each other. Then I brought two glasses of iced green tea. After drinking it, we cooled our bodies and thanked each other with a tender kiss. I didn’t expect to see such skillful abilities in sex from my sister. Of course, my wife is good in bed, but my sister is also great.

Realizing what we had done, we decided that this was the first and last time. Although we really liked it and I would happily repeat it all. Promising each other that it will forever be a secret until the end of our days! I copied the photos onto a CD and deleted them from the computer.

In the evening my wife called and said that she would arrive in 4 days. We were happy about this event and looked forward to this day with joy. Upon my wife’s arrival, the three of us spent a great evening with a sea of impressions from the past month. And only that Saturday August day remained a secret. My sister spent another 5 days in Moscow and went to visit her parents. And from there, after the end of the vacation, she returned to work.

Almost one year has passed since then. My wife and I still have a great family life, and my sister met a new boyfriend.

I was holding in my hands a series of photographs of Svetik. My little, beloved sister. Formally, a cousin on the side of Uncle Volodya, my mother’s brother. But for me, she has always been and will be a little sister. But looking at her photo, in addition to blood relationship, I felt completely wrong feelings. A mixture of depravity and lust penetrated into the brain, and my rebellious flesh was a good confirmation of this. The reason for this was the candid format of the pictures. In many she was scantily clad, or almost naked. For a long time I couldn’t decide for myself whether stockings and shoes could be considered clothes.
I didn't even know which shots turned me on the most.
Here she is in yellow stockings, half-sitting on an armchair. Leg on leg, glance from under her brows, as if she is a hunter, and the viewer is her victim. The stripes of her panties are not visible; she covers her breasts with her palm.
Another shot, and she’s standing with her back, her butt sticking out slightly. Her bare buttocks, stretched and elastic, like two juicy peaches that you want to bite into with your teeth. Her head is half turned, and one eye is closed, as if she is winking. It seemed that she saw me, knew me, I was looking at her. Goosebumps ran across my skin.
- That's how it is. My cousin and such a slut. Who would have thought?! - I said.
I quickly looked around, did I not tell this secret very loudly? It seems not, that’s good.
“Depraved, depraved sister,” I added, only in a whisper.
She just turned eighteen two months ago. We celebrated her birthday with all our friends. Our families are good friends, and we still maintain the tradition of celebrating birthdays with a large friendly group. I remembered how beautiful she was. She gave herself a voluminous hairstyle with curly curls, and painted her eyes and lips pink. The fact that she practically never uses makeup in her life gave her image even more maturity. Well, the dress, of course, she chose a white dress. Just below the knees, airy, light like herself. I also joked then:
- Well, exactly, a princess of marriageable age. When are you going to get married, Princess Svetlana?
“As soon as they call you, Dimka,” she joked, winking cheerfully.
- I'll marry you. It's still early for her. Let her finish college first,” her dad Vladimir interrupted, and showed his fist first to his daughter, and then to me.
Cheerful and very active, Svetik has never been modest. From the age of fifteen she constantly dated one guy or another. But it was all quite chaste. The boys carried her schoolbags for her and helped with her homework. No crime or crossing of prohibited territory occurred, as her parents strictly monitored this. Especially Father Vladimir. In our family, it was customary to communicate openly on all topics, so we were all aware that Svetik was growing up in the best traditions of modesty and decency. The appearance of morality and imitation.
Returning my gaze to the nude photo, I realized that they “didn’t follow”...
The only clothes she had on were yellow stockings and a bombshell hairstyle. Very conveniently similar to the one she wore at her birthday. Those curly locks were already stimulating my imagination. I noticed in Svetik not just the baby that I was used to seeing in her, but a girl, a fully formed adult...
Unable to contain my curiosity, I examined her body with undisguised delight. She had an incredibly appetizing figure. Slender, chiseled. And also the nipples, those small but neat buttons sticking out treacherously. It was noticeable that she was slightly excited. Or maybe not slightly. Between the legs it was smoothly shaved, and only on top of the pussy there was a small intimate haircut. Or her hair isn’t growing yet, and it’s just a cannon covering the entrance to the holy of holies. I was ready to cum right on the street, on this porn actress. And this was just one photograph from a whole series of similar ones. Everyone had different poses and images. Svetik either shyly covered herself with her hands, raising one leg, or, on the contrary, she sat on a chair and shamelessly spread her long legs...
Once again, after glancing at the erotic photos of my cousin Svetlana, I hid these revelations back in the envelope.
- It is not right! “I just haven’t had sex for a long time,” he continued his stupid habit of communicating with himself. - I’ll get home, relieve the tension, then decide what to do with this debauchery...
I received this unfortunate envelope by mistake in the mail. I picked up a letter there and the postman gave this envelope to Sveta. I often visit Luminary at home, we live across the house, and the postman Valentina Semyonovna knows us very well. To save time, she always forwards our letters or parcels to those who arrived earlier. Still one family. On that fateful day, it was my turn. A parcel arrived for Svetik, in the form of an envelope. Knowing that my sister does not often receive such parcels, my usual interest in finding out the contents awoke. Yes, I opened it out of pure curiosity. I repent. Expecting to see anything there, I couldn’t even imagine that there could be photos of naked Sveta. Has the girl really decided to become an erotic model?! And how did she manage to order such personal photos to be sent via mail?! Well, not a fool, huh?! And if it weren’t me who opened them, but her parents, for example.

“Listen,” said Kostya, my friend, sipping an amber drink from a bottle, “How old is your sister?”

— 13 and a half seems to be: What?

- No, it’s just that, as I see it, she has already turned into a real girl. Just a year ago the girl was a girl, but today I saw her: She’s already a real beauty.

“Yes, you’re right—she’ll grow up and we’ll have to drive the crowds away from her,” I answered calmly. But the friend continued:

“But it seems to me that she is already quite grown up.” Are they still not chasing her?

- Well, I haven’t noticed it yet. And my sister is a home girl, she doesn’t go out much.

“Listen, friend, don’t be offended that I’m talking about your sister like that, but now she’s got a figure that’s crazy.” And the breasts have already grown quite well. In my opinion, she is already quite mature.

- Yes, I agree with you, it has already formed like this:

For a couple of minutes we just drank beer and were silent. But then the friend started talking about my sister again.

- Listen, you’re her brother, you live with her all the time and all that: Have you seen her naked? - Kostya stunned me with his question.

— Umm: How should I tell you: Actually, I saw:

- Recently?

- Yes, literally last week.

- Under what circumstances?

“Well, I spy on her when she washes herself in the bathroom,” I answered, completely embarrassed for no reason.

- Oooh! - my friend admired, - And how is she without clothes?

“She’s very beautiful,” I answered, hoping to end our conversation there, but Kostya did not calm down. He finished his bottle in one gulp, looked at me with an admiring burning gaze and asked:

— A: she already has hair: on her pubic hair?

“Yes, I already have a little,” I answered honestly again. On the one hand, talking with a friend about the intimate details of my own sister felt somehow wrong, but on the other hand, these memories stirred up something strange in me, some kind of perverted excitement that I felt, leaning against the crack of the keyhole of the bathroom door, where My little sister swam without suspecting anything.

- Wow! - Kostya squealed, - What do you think, is she already jerking off?

- How should I know?! — I became completely indignant. “What kind of strange questions are these?” She's not my girlfriend, but my sister!

- No, you know: For example, I don’t have a sister: And I don’t have any brothers either, but that’s not relevant. I just don't understand this whole brotherhood thing. If I had such a miracle at home as you have, I would have long ago given up and tried to seduce her: to seduce her:

- That’s exactly what you don’t understand! - I snapped, - A sister is a sister, she is my closest relative, and incest is disgusting and terrible, read books.

- Why are you spying on her then? - Kostya asked with the grin of a real demon-tempter.

— Nuu: She’s very beautiful! And admiring beauty has nothing to do with incest. “I’m not going to fuck her,” I answered, and my treacherous imagination immediately painted me a picture of my sister lying with her legs spread wide apart and me slowly entering her heated vagina.

— Hmm: I would also be happy to spy on her: And not only: How I envy you! — the friend ended his speech with this and uncorked another bottle, “And yet,” he began again, “Isn’t it a shame?” You lived with her all your life, watched her grow, enjoyed her beauty, saw how every day she turns more and more from a child into a real girl: And then someone completely stranger will come and take her to him, undress her, will excite and fuck your beauty.

- Ha! Just let someone try to fuck her! I'll break his nose right away, or worse:

- And why? Out of jealousy or what?

- No, no, you’re just supposed to protect your sister.

- Well, maybe she wanted it herself, she probably already wants it:

- Doesn't matter. The first person who wants to fuck my sister should save money for plastic surgery.

- But if I, for example, want to have sex with her, will you allow me?

- Of course not! - I blurted out angrily.

- Do you know why? - Kostya asked with the same grin.

- Well, why? — I reacted angrily.

- Yes, because you will be jealous! Yes, I'm jealous! Because by peeping, you clearly know that the maximum you can do is enjoy the beauty of your sister. And then - secretly.

- What are you hinting at?

- That I can achieve much more than you ever allowed yourself to dream!

- Well, what do you mean by this?

- That it’s time for you to stop spying and reading stupid books about “disgusting and terrible” incest, and start acting and try your sister first and not then suffer all your life that some freak took her virginity.

- No, you still don’t understand our relationship with her.

- Tell me honestly, did you jerk off to her?

“Well: yes,” I admitted.

“You see, it means she still excites you.” Do you want to touch her breasts, touch her between her legs?

- Yes, of course I want to: But still, she is my sister.

“No, I still don’t understand these brothers and sisters,” Kostya threw up his hands.

- Well, okay, let’s say: She won’t want it in life!

- And have you tried? No. Maybe she sleeps and sees, can’t wait for you to finally fuck her!

- Well, I don’t think so:

- But let's go to you and check! Don't be afraid, I won't do anything, I just want to take another look at your sister.

- Well, let's go.

Natasha’s and my parents, as always on weekends for the last three months, went to their recently acquired summer cottage to equip it.

Therefore, my sister was completely alone at home when my friend and I, extremely determined, stumbled home.

Natasha ran out to meet us in her traditional summer clothes - a loose pink blouse that did not reach her navel and short knitted sports shorts. Moreover, her already quite good size, round and apple-hard breasts under her blouse were free from all kinds of bras and bounced slightly with every step she took.

- Oh, what guests! - my sister was delighted, pressing her whole body against me and cheerfully kissing me on the cheek, - Otherwise, I’m so bored here alone: Besides, I was going to go to the shower, but I saw that you forgot your keys and decided to stay and wait for your return, but... you're already here - I'm off! - she chirped cheerfully, and briskly jumped along the corridor to her room for a change of linen and her favorite towel. On the way, she turned around and threw in our direction: “I’ll be there in a moment, don’t be bored, I’ll wash myself and feed you - after all, my mother left me in charge of the housewife!” - and disappeared into the room. My friend and I looked at each other meaningfully, and during this time my sister managed to sneak into the bathroom, locked herself in there and turned on the water.

“Listen,” my friend began, but I understood everything and said so:

- Let's go, just quickly and quietly.

We took off our sneakers and quietly, wearing only our socks, approached the bathroom door. I looked through the keyhole first. We must pay tribute, the location of the bathroom was simply ideal for peeping - right opposite the crack. I saw how my sister quickly took off all her clothes, tested the water with her hand and climbed into the bath - she stood under the shower, facing straight to the door, blissfully closed her eyes, began to rub her long brown hair with her hands - thus giving away everything that was fresh, young, virgin body to my eyes. I hardly tore myself away from the magnificent picture and waved to Kostya, who eagerly took my place. Literally immediately his jaw just dropped to the floor.

- How do you like it? - I asked in a whisper.

- Look, I literally don’t know what to say. Unless - how are you still holding back?? I wouldn’t have been able to stand it a long time ago and: ahem: her. She's a miracle!

- Quiet! - I threatened, - Otherwise our miracle will hear you! And in general, you looked and you’ve had enough, there’s no point in looking at my sister like that, you’ll rape her,” I said and pushed Kostya aside and fell, as before, to the crack.

My sister just started soaping herself up - with her hands full of foam, she crawled all over her body and incredibly erotically stroked her albeit small, but already absolutely correct shaped and incredibly beautiful breasts.

- Well, what is she doing there? - my friend was exhausted, - Have you already reached: dooooo: the same one?

“Yes,” I answered when my sister, spreading her legs and bending over, began to thoroughly soap between her legs. Her hand moved back and forth for a long time, even longer than necessary. It seems that this brought very pleasant sensations to Natasha. “Look,” I reassured, and Kostya immediately took my place.

- Oooh! — the friend practically moaned quietly, “But she’s masturbating!”

I quickly drove him away again and began to look. The sister was still gently rubbing herself between her legs, while an expression of some completely unearthly bliss clearly appeared on her face. After another minute, her head threw high up, her mouth opened wide and she most likely let out a groan, which we did not hear only due to the sound of pouring water.

For the first time in my life, seeing my sister’s orgasm, I crawled away from the door under incredible impression, next to which Kostya immediately froze. The expression of absolute happiness and pleasure on my sister’s face couldn’t get out of my head. It’s very strange that my sister had never masturbated in the bathroom before and started today.

- She finishes! - the friend whispered, and immediately the noise of fashion stopped. We quickly got to our feet and retreated to my room, where I immediately turned on some kind of music video, of which I had a huge amount of. Naturally, we could not think about anything else except about my sister, who had just shown us all her beauty, all her charms. In addition, she was about to leave the bathroom, and we had to somehow calm down so as not to look unnatural.

Literally a minute later, Natasha, it’s not clear what was more heated from the shower or masturbation, flew into our room, wearing a T-shirt similar to her previous one and with a huge terry towel on her head.

- Well, I hope you weren’t too bored here without me? — my sister cooed cheerfully and sat down on the sofa right behind us. We turned our faces to her in unison and answered in unison:

- Nooo!

This amused my sister. She laughed and fell onto the sofa, kicking her legs in the air.

“Oh, you did it so funny,” my sister explained after laughing. “Well, I’ll go get something tasty,” she reassured us, and rushed off somewhere towards the kitchen. My friend and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“I thought my heart would break when she came in,” my friend admitted to me. “Well, what are your plans?”

- What are your plans? - I asked stupidly.

- Well, how are you going to seduce her?

- Oh, have you seen her, she’s only physically developed, but mentally she’s still a child:

- Well, we saw what a child she was in the bathroom!

The image of my sister experiencing an orgasm flashed through my mind again. I shook my head to get rid of the vision.

“I think we need to loosen her up somehow first,” Kostya said thoughtfully, raising his index finger upward with the air of a teacher.

- And how do you imagine this?

“Well, maybe we’ll let her know that we saw her in the bathroom?”

- Are you crazy? She'll kill us for this! You just don't know my sister. And in general, what does “we saw” mean?

- Well: If you seduce her, won’t you allow me, your best friend, to do the same to her?

- I don’t see any connection: Eh, I shouldn’t have let you see her naked:

- What's done is done, you better think about what will be done now.

At that moment the sister returned with a huge tray of all kinds of fruit. She put it all on the table next to us, and she, with a sense of accomplishment, collapsed on the sofa with an apple.

- And what are you doing? - Natasha asked.

“Yes, we’re watching the clips,” I answered, timidly looking at my sister’s perfect body.

“Heh, not interesting,” she replied, crunching an apple.

-What would you like to do? - Kostya asked her.

- Well, maybe we can play something? - suggested the sister.

- And where did you see grown sixteen-year-old men playing games with a little thirteen-year-old girl? - I said without thinking.

- Oh-oh-oh, “sixteen-year-old men”! — my sister began to mock me, “And I’m almost 14 already!”

- Oh, you little scoundrel! — I said mockingly, jumping onto the sofa next to her, and began to fight with her, not for real, of course. All I did was not let her get up from the sofa, and she tried to pinch me harder with her tenacious fingers and jump up. We must pay tribute, in this “fight” I absolutely without hesitation pressed her with my hands lying on her breasts to the sofa. Realizing this, I seemed to accidentally move my palms so that my thumbs lay directly on her hard papillae. I moved my fingers slightly, thus massaging my sister’s nipples, and let her go.

My sister immediately sat down, all disheveled and cheerful, and pinched my nipple painfully. In response to this, I sharply extended my hand to her nipple, but with a squeal she covered them with her palms, and then I, changing the trajectory of my hand, landed right between her legs and pinched my sister’s labia through the thin fabric of her panties and shorts.

Natasha squealed even more, trying to cover not only her nipples, but also her genitals, and said offendedly:

- This is unfair! It hurts too much! I missed you there:

“Okay, sorry,” I said, catching my friend’s approving glance.

- Well, you won’t mock adults anymore? - I asked.

- No, I will not. I won’t do it to adults! — Natasha answered ambiguously, grinning.

- Come on! - Kostya intervened, - I know what we will play. Let's play cards. Whoever wins chooses one of the losers and, at his request, either asks him a question, which he must answer honestly, or gives him a task, which he must complete.

- Oh, I know this game! — my sister agreed cheerfully, “The girls from my class and I played it during a camping trip.”

- Well, then bring out the cards! - I said, and Natasha rushed off in search of them, - What are you planning? - I asked my friend.

- Well, let's see what happens.

Natasha flew into the room, holding an old deck of playing cards in her hand.

We all sat on the sofa - me and Kostya on the edge, my sister, with her legs folded cross-legged, in the back between us - so that a kind of triangle was formed, she shuffled the cards and dealt them out to us.

The first time, oddly enough, it was Natasha who was lucky. She looked at me like a winner and asked:

— Question or order?

“Question,” I chose.

— Hehe: Have you ever stolen anything?

“Yes,” I admitted.

“This is the second question,” I interrupted my sister, and she, offended, shuffled the cards and dealt them to us again.

This time I was lucky. I looked for a long time, first at my sister, then at my friend, as if choosing whom to ask, and naturally I asked my sister a question:

- Truth or order?

— Ummm: Order! - the sister answered, looking as if she had managed to deceive me.

- Stand on your head near the wall and stand there for a whole minute, no matter what and without moving.

My little sister had no choice but to do it. She walked up to the wall, leaned on her hands and suddenly turned over, resting her heels on the wall. Her light short T-shirt immediately fell down, exposing her beautiful breasts. But the sister stood for the required 60 seconds without moving, only her face turned red, either from shame, or from the blood rushing to her head.

After the time had passed, she turned over, straightened her T-shirt and sat down to play with us further. And this time I was lucky too.

I again pretended as if I was going to ask Kostya, but at the last second I turned to Natasha and said:

- Truth or order?

- Is it true! - answered the sister, who had learned from bitter experience this time.

- Well, hold on! Have you ever jerked off? And if so, when was the last time?

The sister was clearly confused by this question, but there was nothing to do, she had to answer, and answer truthfully.

- And these are two questions! — she tried to make an excuse, but I interrupted her:

- But no. Because if the answer to the first is negative, you don’t have to answer the second, and if it’s positive, you can only answer the second! — I led her into a dead end with my thoughts.

- Well: Okay, I’ll answer: - Natasha lowered her eyes, blushed again and answered, “Today in the bathroom,” and immediately covered her burning face with her hands and laughed.

- Well, let's continue? - I asked and dealt out the cards.

Tellingly, Natasha won again.

- Well, truth or order? - my sister asked me insidiously.

— Um: Order.

“Well then: Stand here,” the sister pointed to the chair, “Take off your pants and panties and shout “crow” three times!

Horrified by my sister’s perverted order, I began to carry it out. I stood on a chair and pulled off my pants. My dick stood like stone. I hesitated for a second and pulled down my panties too. My little sister’s eyes literally widened at the sight of my fully combat-ready dignity. I, having quickly crowed the prescribed three times, pulled all my clothes back and sat down in my place.

The sister dealt out the cards again, and this time Kostya finally won. He wasted no time asking Natasha the question required by the rules, and she answered “Order.”

“Then, listen to my command.” I order you: Take off your T-shirt. For good.

“Well, you’ve already seen everything,” the sister answered and pulled off her T-shirt. But she immediately threw her lush and long hair in front and completely covered her breasts with it.

On the next round of our game, Kostya was lucky again. But he didn't ask Natasha. He asked me. And having received “True” in response, he asked:

— Have you ever fucked a girl, and if so, who, if not, who would you like?

At this question, my sister simply burst out laughing.

- No, I didn’t. Whom I would like: I looked thoughtfully at my sister, who had not noticed this, and did not dare answer completely honestly. Instead, I said, “Natasha, from our class.”

However, upon hearing her name, my sister perked up for a second, but quickly calmed down after listening to my answer to the end.

- And I’ll tell Natasha that you want her! - the sister remarked slyly.

- And I’ll tell my mom that you’re masturbating in the bathroom! — I retorted, and, it seems, I hit the bull’s eye.

“Okay, let’s keep each other’s secrets,” my sister whispered conspiratorially.

And the next time Kostya won. He turned to my sister with a question.

- Is it true!

- And you, have you ever given yourself to a boy, and if so, to whom, if not, then to whom would you like to give yourself?

- No. And I would like: Sasha,” she said my name, but then added with a mocking smile, “From my class.”

We continued the game in silence. I won. The sister, having chosen “order”, began to wait for what I would tell her to do.

“I order you to dance a striptease in front of us, with complete undress.”

Tellingly, my sister didn’t even object. She went to the computer, turned on slow music, threw her hair behind her back, thus exposing her breasts, and began to smoothly wriggle in the dance. She turned away from us and slowly, without stopping dancing, pulled off her shorts. After some time, she again turned to face us and very, very slowly began to pull off her panties. Having done this and remaining completely naked, she immediately covered her slit with her palm.

- All! - she said and bowed, starting to pull her panties back. We applauded, and my sister climbed into her seat without wearing shorts. Only this time she sat down in Japanese, squeezing her knees close.

Our game continued. Kostya became the next winner, and having received an “order” in response, he said:

“Put your hand under your panties, put your finger inside yourself, pull it out and lick it!”

— Me: I'm afraid, I'm a virgin.

- Well, just a little! - Kostya demanded.

Natasha knelt down, spreading her legs, pulled off the elastic with one hand, and inserted the other under her panties. We saw how one finger moved a little further and, having reached the entrance to the vagina, the sister pressed it a little, inserting it literally a centimeter inside. She quickly took it out and plunged it into her mouth.

— Shall we continue? - Kostya asked with satisfaction.

And we continued. Tellingly, he won again. And he asked me again.

“An order,” I answered proudly.

— Then: Then-then-then: Get under your sister’s panties and caress her clitoris for exactly a minute! - Kostya blurted out with grief in his eyes.

- This is unfair! My sister was indignant, but she turned to me, spread her legs wide and, bashfully turning to the side, said, “Here.”

I couldn't believe my luck. With trembling hands, I touched the panties, pulled them aside and put my finger on the clitoris of my sister, who was obediently awaiting the caress. I carefully began to move my finger. It seems that only a second has passed, and Kostya has already proclaimed: “That’s it, a minute has passed!” At that moment I was ready to kill him.

We didn't continue playing. Having thrown away the cards, we began asking each other questions in a circle.

- Now I ask! - said the sister, - Sasha, Truth or Order?

- Is it true.

- When you said about Natasha from your class: Did you honestly mean her?

“No,” I answered honestly.

“So you lied, and I can ask you again,” my sister said calmly, “Truth or Order?”

- Is it true.

—Who do you most often imagine when you jerk off? - the sister blurted out.

“You,” I answered honestly, and then asked:

- Truth or Order?

- Is it true.

- When you said about Sasha from your class, did you honestly mean him?

- So you lied:

- Yes, ask me again!

- Truth or order?

- Order!

“Take off your panties and let me,” I caught my friend’s pleading look, “Me and Kostya kiss you there.”

Natasha obediently and impatiently took off her last piece of clothing and lay down, leaving herself at our complete disposal.

I was the first to touch her incredibly fresh bud with my lips. I licked her clitoris for a long time, passionately kissed her lips and even slightly inserted my tongue into her. With great difficulty, I pulled myself away from the most fragrant intimate place of my sister and allowed Kostya to do the same. Natasha blurred in pleasure and began to breathe passionately. But now Kostya broke away from my sister and immediately asked her:

- Truth or Order?

“True,” the sister answered, calming her breathing but without changing her position.

- Would you like your brother to take your virginity?

- YES! - my sister answered and reached out to me. I hugged her and kissed her nipple. She responded with a groan.

I moved lower and began to caress her clitoris with my tongue. This time I didn't need to stop anymore. I wanted to give her as much pleasure as she could never get from anyone else. I don’t remember how I ended up without panties, I took my erect penis in my hand and began to gently stroke my sister’s pussy with it. And then, gathering his courage, he inserted his penis into her. After waiting a little, I began to press. The member overcame the obstacle extremely easily and slipped its full length inside. I took him out. There was no blood at all - apparently my sister’s hymen was very thin and small. Seeing that my sister was not in any pain, I continued. I entered it and began to make forward movements. My sister wrapped her arms around me and moaned subtly with every thrust. A little more and I would have cum inside, but I was stopped in time by the exclamation of Kostya, who was looking at us in fascination:

- Just don’t cum in your sister!

I immediately came out and burst into a fountain of sperm right on my sister’s incredibly beautiful, not yet fully formed breasts. Sperm also covered her tummy and filled her navel.

The sister was breathing heavily, but still said with a smile:

- Well, now back to the shower:

But Kostya did not let her do this. He asked:

- Do you want to come with me? After all, you haven’t experienced an orgasm yet.

“Yes,” my sister answered and looked at me questioningly. I nodded affirmatively.

Then Kostya, without wasting time, pulled his sister towards him in such a way that she was now lying on the very edge of the sofa, with her legs dangling down. Kostya slightly lifted my sister’s hips, since she was very petite and light, stood up and entered her and began his work.

My sperm slowly flowed from my breasts down onto Natasha’s neck and onto the sofa. Literally a minute later, my sister began to thrash in orgasm, Kostya lowered her onto the sofa and discharged his dose of sperm onto her body. The sister lay powerless, throwing her arms and head back, and recovering from a violent orgasm. When we all caught our breath a little, I hurried to send Kostya out, who already got more than he deserved, took my sister to the bathroom, washed her, and had sex with her again, right there, under the shower. He dried him off, wrapped him in a towel and took him to his room. Where we had sex again. This time I had no sperm left at all, and I didn’t stain Natasha at all. Having caught my breath, I again aroused my sister with my fingers and fucked her, without withdrawing my penis during my orgasm, because there was no sperm left at all. By the end of the day we had sex three more times.

And then, without waiting for their late parents, they went to bed, completely exhausted and confident that the same thing would happen again next weekend.

Brother and sister

Our parents didn’t even notice how my sister and I reached the age at which we begin to be attracted to the opposite sex. We often played various games together: “Doctor”, “Playboy photographer” and others. My favorite thing was to take photographs, besides, I had a camera and this made the game closer to real life.

It was an ordinary day. The father went fishing, the mother was at work. Petty and I were already adults, and we were left at home alone. We played cards and I proposed a bet. If she loses, then we will play photographer, she will be my model. If I lose, then I will have to start cleaning her room. In fact, Petty agreed to my proposal, and I could not lose, because she also liked being a model. The game was good and ended very quickly. As expected, I won.

Our parents were not at home, no one could stop us by suddenly bursting in. I jumped off the bed onto the floor and ran to my room to get my camera. When I returned, I introduced myself as a Playboy photographer, and the game began. She had to pose as I ordered her, but insisted that I not touch her private parts.

Then I took her to my parents’ room and asked her to make herself more comfortable. She sat on the couch while he connected the flash and lenses. She didn't want real photographs, and when I showed that there was no film in the camera, filming began.

I started taking photographs in the place and in the position in which she was. Then he asked me to stand up and take off my shirt. She stood up and unbuttoned her see-through blouse. Having taken it off, she presented to my gaze the magnificent girlish breasts, quite large for her age. She had really big breasts, despite her age. But for now they were still hidden by a thin bra, on which the nipples stood out.

My dick instantly stood up. I asked Petty to relax, to get into character. I turned on the music and asked to dance a little, gradually undressing. Petty danced for a minute with her back to me, unclasped her bra and, turning to me, released her magnificent, tight balls. She shook her chest a little, while the flash brightly illuminated the room. It seemed to me that she really got into character and enjoyed it. I walked around her, saying how sexy she was and how she really looked like a real model.

She continued to dance. I took a photo of her chest. Then from the side. My dick was on full alert and Petty noticed it. This spurred her on to shake her chest. According to the script, I had to remind her to take off the rest of her clothes. But this time everything was different. Her hands smoothly slid along her body to her lower abdomen, to the buttons on her jeans. She unbuttoned them and rotated her hips, unfastening the lock. She began to move on camera, and the jeans slowly fell from her young hips. She danced spontaneously in front of me, wearing only small panties.

She danced, smoothly swaying her hips, gradually pressing herself closer to the coal. The shyness that still remained in her was already barely noticeable. I put her hand on the table and the other on the edge of the sofa, completely opening her chest for me and the camera. I moved the camera as close as possible to these magnificent breasts. I took a photo of her upper part, stomach and thighs and asked her to take off her panties. She laughed, grabbed a narrow strip and lowered them to her knees. She stepped over them, picked them up with her foot and threw them across the room.

So sexy was not typical for Petty. I took photographs again and again, capturing her girlish freshness and beauty. Looking for a more graceful shot, I asked her to turn to face me. She seemed to me so vulnerable, defenseless, standing naked in front of the photographer at that moment. But she enjoyed it, presenting herself as a confident, sexy woman.

I asked her to spread her legs, and slowly, she spread their sides, presenting her treasure to my camera and to me. When this happened, I saw a thin fluff on her soft thighs and pubis. I zoomed in and saw a pink hole. Her clitoris seemed big, but I needed a new frame. She was very young and could bend as she wanted. And when I asked her to spread her legs as wide as she could, she did so with pleasure, presenting her beautiful, mysterious cave to my gaze.

Imagining myself as a Hustler photographer, I asked her to touch her mound. Her hand dropped, and Penny began to caress herself to the beat of the music. This excited me incredibly; I wanted to take part in this action. I saw that the clitoris and hole were wet, and asked if I could give myself pleasure and touch them. Obviously, having forgotten where we were and what state we were in, she immediately gave her permission. Licking my finger, I touched it, looking at it through the camera. This went on for some time, then I put the camera away and just looked at the action unfolding in front of me.

Petty's hips moved to the beat of the music while she herself masturbated. She sighed, tilted her head, her eyes were closed. I moved closer to her. She felt my closeness, perhaps even the beating of my heart at that moment, and rubbed her small lips with both hands. I took this as an invitation, moved closer and reached the clitoris with my tongue. She groaned and I started licking her crotch. After some time, my neck became numb, since we were still on the sofa, and I asked her to move to my parents’ bed.

She quickly threw her legs onto the floor and ran into another room. I followed her, carrying the camera, although I knew that I was unlikely to need it. I found her lying on her stomach on the bed. Oh, how beautiful that ass was. I took a few glances at this treasure and placed several pillows under her hips, thereby lifting her up. I asked to spread my legs and play with myself again. This position gave me the opportunity to see her vagina, and at the same time see her anus. The game we played has long been forgotten.

I climbed onto the bed, positioned myself between Petty’s legs and replaced her hand with mine. I began to caress her bulges with gentle circular movements. She was wet and her wet hole was sparkling. I bent down to smell her. Having inhaled, I simply got drunk. Then I inserted my tongue into the hole. Petty moaned with pleasure. After several movements, my tongue moved higher, to the sensitive area between the holes, and my finger replaced it. Petty was shaking all over with excitement. My nose reached her top hole. Having not detected any smell, I decided that it was time to learn the secret of such sex. The wrinkled ring of her sphincter relaxed as my tongue licked the skin around it.

With my hands, I spread the cheeks of her ass wider to the sides and tasted her small hole. It was so narrow. One of my fingers moved into the vagina, the second caressed the clitoris. It was as if she was moaning and shaking in pain, and I liked it. I was all a love machine. My hands and tongue moved in unison to drive my sister crazy. A damp spot appeared on my jeans. Petty thrashed and writhed in ecstasy. She wanted me and I wanted her. I unbuttoned my jeans and released my penis. I stood up and Petty saw my penis sticking out like a stick. We haven't played yet.