My sister’s friends
My sister Raphaela hurries through the house. Our aunts, uncles and cousins stayed until the afternoon and now the slim thing is preparing her room under the roof. Our cousin Michaela helps her with that. In the evening they want to continue partying with some girlfriends. I go back to my room and sit down at my computer. I know Raphaela can get nasty if you get in her way. So I’m not surprised that she’s still solo. It can’t be because of her shoulder-length dark blonde hair and her well-shaped curves. My 18-year-old cousin Michaela is quite different. She is calmness personified and she is more affable. The black-haired girl is also well-built and does not need to hide behind her curves.
I’m Andy, by the way. 18 years old and love photography. There are a good 3,000 images on my computer. From vacation, friends and family and some almost erotic snapshots of girlfriends or even my sister.
Our parents said goodbye with the others. They don’t want to be a bother when the girls come over. They will not set foot in the house again until the new week. Pa hopes there will still be a house then. At my door Michaela knocks and asks, “May I come in for a moment?” “Sure!”, I answer and turn to the door. The door opens and the girl stands in front of me. I eye them skeptically. She must have changed her clothes after everyone left. Now she was wearing a belly-baring red tank top and a light white skirt.
Her mons veneris is shaved clean
She clasps her hands behind her. Now I can see the lower edges of her breasts. “What’s up, sweetie?” I know I’m related to her, but still, I wouldn’t push the tanned girl off the edge of the bed.
“Would you take care of the music later and also take a photo or two?” she asks pleadingly, her fawn eyes widening. – “How could I say no to that. If I saw you like this, I’d start taking pictures right now.” Michaela closes the door. “Go ahead!” she urges me, stretching. Her naked breasts become more visible up to her nipples. I reach for my camera.
The girl begins to prance and takes her leg far above her head. Her red panties seem to be part of the top. Michaela lowers her leg and lifts her shirt. With the pretty fruits almost burst my pants. The girl smiles at me and lifts her skirt. Her fingers slide in and push the panties down a bit. Her mons veneris is shaved smooth. But the photo session ends abruptly when Raphaela pushes open the door. “What are you two doing here?” Michaela turns to her. “He’s just taking pictures of me. He agreed to put on music and take photos. My sister sparkles at me. “Then we don’t have to worry about that. I hope some nice shots come out of that.”
One girl is prettier than the other
She smiles first at me and then at our cousin. “I’m in the kitchen!”
She turns her back on us and when she’s out of the room, Michaela leans on my armrests and kisses me. She looks at me doubtfully. “Is that the best you can kiss?” Embarrassed, I nod and she kisses me again. Now our tongues are touching and my hands are on her hips. Most of all, the fingers would like to get lost somewhere else. Slowly Michaela stands up again and leaves my room without a word. With her taste on my lips, I turn back to the computer. On the computer I still had an old playlist, with my sister’s favorite songs and I just need to add something to it and remix it. Already the evening is saved.
Since the music is on our server, I don’t need to lug my computer to her room. I hear the first girls arrive and I go to the kitchen. There I first meet Trixi. She is also 18 and very slender, yet a feast for the eyes, I think. The little long-haired blonde girl with her denim dress is a little more strongly built, but not fat. She looks at me and I also get an unexpected kiss from her. The second girl, is 18 year old Angela and a sandbox friend of my sister. So she has been known to me all my life. Today she wears her reddish-blonde hair braided into a pigtail.
I am slowly running out of snappy sayings
Her short-sleeved red blouse is well padded and around her wide hips she wears a rather short black leather skirt. Trixi prepares herself a spritzer of red wine and mineral water at the kitchen table. “Would anyone else like a spritzer?” My sister quips, “Hold your horses! The party hasn’t started yet.” But she also has a spritzer made. The last two guests arrive a good half hour later. Bianca, at 20 lenzen, is the oldest. She’s one I really like, too. Shoulder-length black hair, dark eyes and a pout.
Her short-sleeved plaid shirt reminds of American lumberjack. Her black tight skirt should not be shorter either. She brings another unknown girl with her. I quickly learn that the girl with the Irish flair is 19-year-old Astrid. She looks very sympathetic in her dress. Raphaela stands unnoticed next to me and pokes me in the side. “Are you already going upstairs and start the music.” – “No problem!”
Little by little, the girls come up and it becomes quite funny, although I’m starting to run out of snappy sayings. From time to time is aired, because yet some cigarettes go through.
Her hard nipples make my pulse rise
Around nine, Raphaela comes to me. “You’re expected on the dance floor! I’ll take over for a few songs. Thanks, so far the music selection is very good.” My sister is a little tipsy, I notice that right away and go around the table.
Trixi takes me in and also immediately wraps her arms around my neck. My hands carefully feel her hips. She presses against me and already sounds cuddly music. So quite averse I am not and let me on them. She whispers: “I wanted to dance with you all the time, but I didn’t dare to ask!” – “But, you weren’t so shy during the kiss,” I reply softly. She looks at me. kisses me long and deeply with tongue. The kiss lasts until the second song. I’m glad I didn’t drink anything.
Michaela high-fives and Trixi hands over. Again, only slow songs, but with my cousin that’s not the problem either, if it weren’t for her short T-shirt. Her hard nipples nestle against me and with me also becomes a little hard. But I try not to let myself notice anything. Michaela grins impudently at me and kisses me. That she also drank some alcohol, I quickly noticed. With breaks, I danced with almost every girl for a few songs until around eleven. Meanwhile, I have a buzz myself and go down to my room. Now I have to catch my breath and push open my room door. My table lamp is burning and I notice that someone is lying on my bed. What is Trixi doing here?
She tongues my glans
She looks at me and I sit down next to her. The girl wears only her skimpy underwear. Her fingers also immediately stroke the dent in my shorts. “Do you know that today there are only girls who are in love with you?” I think, “I didn’t really notice!” and already I feel her fingers on my shaft. “But I think your friend noticed!” She twists a little and tongues over my glans. “Tastes good to me!”, I hear. I rest one hand on the edge of the bed and my second strokes her hip. My eyes close as my glans disappears into her mouth. Her tongue just makes a few rounds and Trixi lifts her head.
She turns onto her back and my fingers land in her crotch. A little further and I rub my index finger through her wet notch in her panties. Quickly my hand withdraws. In the pale light I see Trixis smile. “Don’t be afraid, sweetie. I want this.” Her hands disappear under her and her bra pops open. Her mounds are nothing to sneeze at, I realize, and lean over her. First I kiss Trixi, then her mounds, licking over her tender buds. Again my hand pushes up to her hip and notice that her body quivers.
I conquer her wet column
Her hand reaches for mine and slides it into her panties. I expect first her soft fluff and then her wet groove. Trixi breathes a heavy sigh of relief. “Do you know what I want?” she breathes softly. I’m on the line and she pushes me away from her velvety body, tightens her legs and slips out of her panties. “Now?” she asks again.
Either that was the alcohol or I was really on the line. Now I slip out of my pants, quickly take off my shirt. That now also has to tear. Trixi laughs and spreads her legs bent. I kneel down between them. I don’t see much of her cleft.
My body nestles on hers. First we kiss each other, before I crawl up her a bit more. My glans presses into her cleft. “Do you really want this?”, I ask and Trixi pulls on my hips. Another piece and my glans bores into her tight opening. “That’s beautiful!” she gasps. Now I’m adding more to the mix. Her tight cave nestles around my sword. My small powerful movements I explore them further and further. She moans softly. My tip conquers the last resistance and Trixi moans. My sword again rams powerfully into her scabbard. Trixi wants more and so I get it for her. My strength is weakening and I penetrate her once more. With my beam she screams out her orgasm.
All girls love me
The power in her fades and my sword slides effortlessly even deeper. Trixi embraces me. We kiss each other. “Sorry for the robbery, my darling. But I wanted you before almost all the girls who are here want to sleep with you!” Trixi kisses me and puts her head back on the pillow. I feel hot and cold at the same time. I don’t ask any more questions, though. Soon I’m sitting next to her on the edge of the bed. We kiss and I ask, “Is this just a sport for you, or is there love involved?” – “I’d have to smack you! I understand your question, though. We love you.” She kisses me again and we get dressed. I notice that she is trying to slip her underwear under my bed unnoticed.
We go back upstairs. Apparently, our absence was not noticed. I get back to my seat and don’t let on. As they say, the later the evening, the more beautiful the women. Angela dances with Bianca tightly embraced. Their movements are erotic in nature. I watch them both and choose Bolero as the next song. I don’t know what I’m doing to myself with it. With her back to me, Astrid sits down on the table. She looks at me saucily over her shoulder. “Shall we dance?” With one eye, I glance at the playlist. “The next song will be a little longer, though!” “Then we’ll have time to get to know each other.” I stand up and walk around the table. Taking her hand, I lead her to the dance floor. “Your dark dress matches your light skin.” “Thank you!”
Today is the day I fell in love
I put my hands in her sides and begin to dance. She kisses me and whispers, “It’s not just my dress that matches my fair skin.” She smiles and presses her head on my shoulder. As I let her float across the dance floor, I feel her heartbeat. So hard, it’s like this dance wasn’t planned that way. The song enters the last bars and Astrid looks at me. Her lips press down on my mouth. Her head turns and her tongue drills into my mouth. Just for a moment. She looks at me, startled. Lets go of me and runs out of the room. “You should go after her!” suggests Bianca, pointing to the door. I follow her advice and look for the girl all over the house. Then I search in the garden.
There she is sitting in a lawn chair. I kneel down next to her. “What’s wrong?” “Never mind!” says Astrid, turning her tear-stained face to the side. My hand goes to her averted cheek. Lightly, I pull her face toward me. “You better get back upstairs! They’re waiting for you!” “No!”, I say firmly! “Now I’m with you, and I want to know what’s wrong with you.” My hand wipes a few tears from her face. “I’m really only here because I know your sister. I know why these girls in particular are here and I donkey fall in love with you today.”
My hands slide under her dress
I get to my feet and pull Astrid up with me. I embrace the young woman and kiss her gently. My hands slide over her back and through her dress I feel the wide fabric of her top. Astrid smiles at me briefly and kisses me more intensely. The music from inside underlines my feeling and I dance with her. She separates a little. “I don’t care what else happens today. I want you to know that you have a place in my heart.” she whispers and I pull her back to me. Just lightly, I kiss her, “You in mine, too.”
The next song also fits and we do not let go of each other. Astrid lets go of my neck, but not to let me go, she pushes my hands down.
Now they lie on her bottom and her arms nestle around my neck again. I notice that the music still has quiet bars. Are we being watched? My hands slip off and slide under her dress. “Sorry!” “Why?” she asks. Surely she feels that my fingers are on her panties. But if it doesn’t bother them, I shouldn’t touch the situation either.
My hesitation pleases Astrid very much
But now Astrid separates from me after all. Takes my hand and we go further into the garden. She stops first in a dark corner and turns to me. She pulls me to her and puts my hand on her chest. “I’ve never been outdoors!” whispers Astrid, unbuttoning her dress. The button placket goes from her neck to just below her breasts. “Are you serious?” “I have also never fallen in love and had such feelings as with you!” Her hand slides over my pants. “Whether this will become something solid between us, we will only know later! Will you help me out of my dress?” I hesitate and do not know why? It’s a good opportunity!
My hands rest on her hips and I kiss her gently. My heart beats up to my throat. “I’m glad you’re hesitant!” whispers Astrid suddenly. “It shows me that you really care about me.” Her fingers press between us and undo the cord holding her dress together. “I’m not part of the group that wants to sleep with you! This is my choice.” I hear the cord fall to the floor. Again I kiss her and now I reach for the fabric and pull the dress over her head. She frees me from the shirt in return.
Finally we got rid of the clothes
Now we caress each other and I notice how big her breasts are. My fingers slide under her top. This one also lands on the floor. We caress each other and I especially her breasts. Again she strokes my pants. Her fingers tremble. Cold? No, that can’t be, with the temperatures. Her fingers slide into my pants and stroke my stiff member. “I’m nervous!” she says softly and kisses me.
‘Nervous? I wasn’t the first one she wanted to sleep with, was I?’ I think but don’t ask. My pants slide down my legs. Now I’m getting nervous too! But why?
I hold onto her hips and get out of her pant legs. My fingers slide under the fabric at her hips. While pulling down the panties, I get down on my knees and kiss her clean-shaven mons veneris. Astrid leans on my shoulder and also gets out of her last piece of cloth.
I straighten up and pull the young woman to me. Our bodies nestle against each other. My hard-on wedges itself between us. “Shall we lie down on the grass?” my lover asks me in a whisper. I nod.
We both lie in the grass and look at the starry sky
We lie down next to each other in the dry grass and look at each other giggling and caressing. Carefully we caress each other. My hand gently but excitedly slides into her crotch. Her cleft is wet. I could just turn her on her back and ram my sword into her body, but that’s not me. I withdraw my hand, see how Astrid alone liked this moment. My hand goes to my mouth and lick over my wet fingers. It crosses my mind that for Astrid this is repulsive but she asks, “Do you like me?” “Yes! Sorry!”, I whisper. But Astrid just kisses me and turns on her back.
My fingers fumble over her chest and massage her peak. “You have a beautiful starry sky here. We don’t have that in the city!” “Yes we do, but you can’t see him so well!”, I answer and turn onto my back as well. Silently we lay next to each other for a while. Astrid turns to me and kisses me on the cheek. Her hand strokes over my flaccid member and over my wet glans. She tastes her fingers. “Your juice doesn’t taste bad either, though. Doesn’t surprise me at all that the girls made such a pact?” Questioningly, I turn my head and listen to her.
I feel her wet lips through my aroused member
“As tender as you are, I bet you don’t have a girlfriend either! Many girls love it exciting. Once they want, they don’t want a lot of foreplay! I had my last relationship more than a year ago! I don’t believe in coincidences. So you were the unknown reason why I got carried away. Actually, I didn’t want to go to that bash.” I don’t answer and enjoy her closeness. Maybe she’s right. The music from my sister’s room suddenly turns down and I hear laughter outside the house. A car door slams shut and the car drives away. I hope that Bianca hasn’t looked too deeply into the glass. I look at Astrid. “Your ride just left!” “Disappointed?”, I hear her ask.
She turns back to me, supports herself on the floor and squats on my pelvis. Briefly, her pelvis rises and her fingers place my member in the direction of my belly button. Her pelvis lowers and Astrid leans over me. “Now you are my prisoner!” “I surrender already!”, I say with a grin. Passionately we kiss. Through my member I feel how wet her labia are. They slowly rub over my shaft. Quickly my member gets stiff again and I would be lying if I said that I am not keen on this woman. Astrid leans over me, pulling her pelvis further up against me.
She rides me and pushes her hips back and forth
My glans presses between her bulging lips. I reach her tight sanctuary and Astrid’s pelvis presses down. Easily her hell opens and my sword tip bores into an unknown, warm and humid cave. Astrid gasps and presses my sword deeper and deeper into her. My hands lie loosely in her sides. We are both breathing heavily. Her cave becomes narrower and still I leave the pace to her. I sense a resistance. Astrid moans, but tries to suppress it. She presses more and my sword penetrates the last hurdle. Astrid looks at me. “Thank you!” She kisses me and I think about what she said thank you for.
My hands move to her tender buttocks and Astrid moves her pelvis. Always slightly up and down, or back and forth. “That you let me set the pace. Will still come that you can not help it and set the pace yourself!” “Why should I?”, I gasp softly. It’s just too horny how she rides me. Astrid straightens up and I push all the way into her pulsating cave, which wraps tightly around my sword with each thrust. Her movements become more intense and my fingers massage her nipples. Astrid gets louder and lets herself fall on me again. Gasping, I make a wish. “I want to explore your cave again very slowly” She pushes herself up against me. “Set your own pace, sweetheart!”
From absolute horniness she rams her teeth into my shoulder
My hands gently press against her hips. Astrid moans in my ear. Your pelvis moves faster. I feel her teeth in my shoulder, her quick breath and I press her hips into my crotch with pain and excitement. I fill it completely with my sword and my juice. Her teeth are drilling more and more painfully into my flesh. I do not care about that now and give myself to their erections. Her cave tightens around my hard-on again and again and gently moves her hips. Astrid lets go of my shoulder. “Sorry! That’s never happened to me before!” “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it!”, I whisper and feel her tongue going over the sore spots.
“Your blood tastes delicious!” whispers Astrid and kisses me. I taste my salty blood. My hands slide over her back and press Astrid against me. Her pelvis gyrates slightly and again my still sharp sword drills uncontrollably into her warm cave. “How was it with Trixi?” asks Astrid. “Shall I compare you now?”, I ask in amazement. “You are not comparable! It wasn’t that intense, with her!” My lips touch Astrid’s. My body tenses and another gush triggers a heavy sigh inside her. She straightens up and rests her hands on my stomach. “I didn’t want a comparison either! I don’t know what the question was about either.”
She offers me to take erotic photos of her
Her pelvis rises and falls until my sword gives way and is crushed by her living cavity. Astrid gets up and helps me to my feet. We search for our clothes in the darkness. “I hope my sis didn’t lock the patio door!”, I ponder aloud and check on my flame. She crouches down and I hear a powerful jet hitting the grass. “Sorry!” comes from the darkness! “I can’t wait until we get inside.” After the last drop, the shadow rises and Astrid comes back to me. I just smile at her and we walk to the house. “If she’s locked up, we’ll just sleep outside,” Astrid says. But the door is still open. I close it behind us and turn on the alarm.
In my room we kiss again. “Don’t be surprised if you trip over her underwear. She had slipped them under my bed!” Astrid smiles at me. “A little souvenir. Why not!” “I have to go sometime now!”, I say and we both scurry one door away. I empty my bladder and she washes her shame. “I would have loved to taste you!”, I whisper. “You should have just told me, but I just peed!” responds Astrid. I shrug my shoulders and she pokes me in the side. In the room, she lies down on my bed and I lie down right next to her. We look at each other, kiss and caress. I confess that I have erotic photos of my cousin on my camera. “If you want, you can take some of me, too, my darling,” Astrid whispers and snuggles up to me.
The next morning we enjoy the coffee with Raphaela
I am awakened only by a kiss and look Astrid in the eyes. “Good morning, my darling!”, I hear her whisper. “Good morning! I love you. How long have you been awake?” “Since half an hour!” I look at the girl. She helped herself to my wardrobe and wears a breezy white shirt and Bermudas. “Can I use your washing machine later?” “Why not!” I reply, sitting down on the edge of the bed and looking at my clock radio. Already shortly after ten.
I looked at the pictures from yesterday. Michaela is pretty and photogenic. “I say nothing to that and slip into a fresh pair of Bermudas as well. We go into the kitchen and there, already sitting at one side of the kitchen table, are my sister and Michaela. At the head end sits Trixi and on the other side are two covered empty seats. On the table is potato salad, boulettes and a pot of coffee. “Good morning, you three!”, I greet the girls. Raphaela is eyeing us. “Good morning, both of you!” We sit down and I pour my sweetheart and me a cup of coffee. “Anyone else want to?” The girls wave it off.
Astrid opens to the other girls that they have fallen in love
“Where were you last night?” asks Michaela instead. “Outside, not just looking at stars when they’re up for grabs here, too!” replies Astrid, grabbing a boulette. “You guys look like you crashed really hard yesterday.” “Oh yeah! The only one who left here sober was Bianca. She didn’t want to spend a lot of time looking for you guys either. She took Angela with her!” whispers Trixi. I grab some potato salad and clink my silverware louder on purpose. “Don’t be so mean to us!” grumbles Trixi at me. Astrid and I have to laugh and I say, “We’re just lucky it’s Saturday and our parents won’t be back until Monday!”
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My sister nods and whines, “Don’t be so loud!” Trixi and Michaela noticeably watch Astrid and me. Smiling, Astrid steals my full plate and sets her empty one down for me. “If you want to sleep with him! Then just ask him. But his heart belongs to me, just as mine belongs to him!”, Astrid responds annoyed. “You just have to remember that he’s very sensitive.” Trixi raises her eyebrows. “I’ve already taken my chances!” “And can barely remember what it was!”, Astrid quips. “There’s some truth in that!” the girl has to admit.
On to the next round
“After that, you should feel a little better soon.” Astrid leans back in anger. “And what about me?” “No problem, honey.” I pour her a sip, too, and sit back down. “Now down it!”
Only reluctantly do the three raise their glasses. Astrid has already emptied hers and I take some salad after.
The girls’ headaches slowly subsided and they continued to joke about everything and everyone. Astrid and I retreated again and enjoyed the caresses once more. Of course, it did not stop there. She conquered my body with tender caresses and then sat on me. Wild and greedy, she moves her hips on my hard-on and rides me so madly that I do not have to do anything and I pleasure her with my juice of passion. Exhausted and content, we fall asleep together arm in arm and enjoy Saturday in bed.
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