My Sister Gill part 3
Oca 22, 2023 // By:analsex // No Comment
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It was 1980. I was 16-years old and somehow had found myself in a surreal set of circumstances. Over the last two weeks I had managed to end up having sexual relations with my older sister Gill. She was 23 at the time. Gorgeous body, great looks and in my eyes the fittest woman I could ever hope to meet. She was married to Tony. He seemed completely oblivious to what was happening – or so it seemed. I stayed at Gill’s house most weekends and had done for the last couple of years. Over recent months I had found I was becoming very interested in my sister in a sexual way. I knew it was wrong, but hormones are hormones and I had plenty of them. I often fantasised that the girls in the porn magazines I was reading were Gill. I often dreamed of fucking her. I found myself staring at her when I perhaps shouldn’t, and often developed a hard-on in her presence. The problem was that Gill was a very sexual girl. She knew she was gorgeous and didn’t mind letting people know. She wore the shortest of skirts, loose open top blouses and shirts with no bra, skin tight jeans displaying a most glorious camel toe. I had started to lust after her quite badly and she knew it. I hadn’t realised, but over the last few weekends Gill had started to ‘accidentally’ let me see more of her than I perhaps should. I had ‘bumped’ into her in just her bra and panties on the landing. I walked into the kitchen to find her in a see through nighty with just skimpy knickers underneath. I had witnessed very heavy petting sessions between her and her husband Tony and heard them obviously fucking in the bedroom next to mine. Finally one Friday night I walked in to see Gill and Tony lying on the sofa with Gill’s hand wrapped around Tony’s rather large cock and him nuzzling on her tits. Although they covered up with a blanket when they saw me, I realise now that they perhaps took their time and made sure I got a good look.As a 16 year old boy these activities made a great impression on me. I was by now constantly horny and clearly not thinking straight. That night I stood intently outside their bedroom door and listened to them make love. Two minutes after hearing Gill pant, “Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Mm… Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” I found myself standing in the bathroom with my own cum soaking through the front of my trousers while my completely naked big sister sat on the toilet having a wee and smiling at me. That was almost three weeks ago. Since then I have watched her have sex with her husband, watched her masturbate while she watched me wanking in the shower and most recently she sucked my cock istanbul travesti and I made her cum with my tongue as I tasted my first ever pussy. I did say this was a surreal set of circumstances! But the even stranger thing is that throughout most of these activities I found myself wearing Gill’s lingerie. I lost my blow job virginity wearing a red bra and panty set with black stockings. The alarm bells should have started to ring when I realised I was now fantasising about the forthcoming weekends activities but in my fantasies I was usually wearing bra and panties, stockings and a nighty as I fucked my big sister. I had spent the whole week wearing Gill’s used knickers underneath my school uniform and each night I wanked myself off into them. I couldn’t wait to get back to her house at the weekend as I knew she had promised me a special treat while her husband was away. I was secretly hoping this involved me wearing her clothes. Friday night arrived and as usual I said goodbye to Mum and Dad and set off cycling over to Gill’s place. My Mum mentioned how nice it was of me to go and keep Gill company while Tony was away. My heart was pounding before I even set off. It was a good hours ride and I cycled as fast as I could. I got to Gill’s about 5:30 and she was waiting for me at the door. I was already shaking with anticipation and as I threw my bike down in the back yard and walked towards her my cock was starting to swell, my teenage hormones taking over. As Gill closed the door I turned around to look at her. She was certainly dressed for the occasion. I can clearly picture her now, my jaw just dropped as I gazed in amazement. Shiny black PVC stiletto boots running right up to mid thigh led to a short span of naked creamy white thigh capped by a short black mini skirt which didn’t hide much at all. Above this was what I now know to be a basque. At the time all I knew was it made her tits look huge. Her short black hair was pulled tight into a pony tail. She looked fucking hot! “Hi Pete.” I responded with silence. I couldn’t speak. I just stared and looked her up and down. “You like it then?” And she did a twirl. “It’s my favourite costume; Tony loves it and usually fucks me all night long when I dress like this.” “I … ah God Gill, you look stunning. So sexy.” She reached down and slowly lifted the front of her skirt. “Look, I shaved just for you!” She stood there legs apart holding her skirt up. She wasn’t wearing any panties and I stared straight at her shaven pussy. The small dark patch of pubic hair that istanbul travestileri used to sit above her pussy had gone and I could clearly see her tiny clitoris and hairless pussy lips. “Okay lover boy,” she smiled. “Let’s get you ready for a weekend of fun. First a shower I think, you sweaty pig!” and she laughed out loud. “But I have a surprise for you in the bathroom. Come on.” My cock was raging in my cycling shorts. My heart was pumping faster than ever before and I followed Gill up the stairs. Three steps behind her I could clearly see her naked ass and pussy as she climbed the stairs. All sorts of thoughts raced through my mind, but not once was there a thought that what we were doing was wrong. Nor did I suspect that Gill was following a carefully calculated plan. In the bathroom the bath was already filled with steamy soapy water. A little stool sat by the bath. “Let’s get you out of those sweaty clothes and into something a bit sexier.” With that she started to undress me. I wriggled out of my shorts and my cock sprang into view. “Ever ready Pete!” she declared wrapping a hand around my shaft and working it back and forth. She stood back. “Now, before we go any further, you know I shaved my pussy just for you?” I nodded yes and followed her hand as she picked something up from the sink. “Well I think it’s only fair that you do the same for me.” She held up a razor and twirled it back and forth between here fingers. “What? I don’t need to shave,” I said like an idiot. She looked down at my throbbing cock, “You do down there Pete. Let me shave your cock and balls, then we can be smooth together!” I looked down and she was right. My cock was jutting straight out of a big fat hairy bush. I could hardly see my balls for hair. “But men don’t shave their …” I felt a hot hand reach around my cock as Gill sank to her knees in front of me. She slowly slid my foreskin back exposing the purple head of my cock. She leaned forward and slowly started to lick at my knob. My knees buckled and I almost collapsed. She looked up hand still wrapped around my cock, eyes pleading. “Please?” How could I say no? “Okay sis, but it better not hurt!” “Don’t worry, I’ve done this plenty of times before.” And she winked. The next 15 minutes were certainly very pleasant. She covered my cock and balls in soft white foam and carefully set about removing my bush of pubes. Every now and then she would wank my cock with her hand covered in slippery foam. My hard on raged more and more as she worked around my balls. I was surprised when travesti istanbul she went a little further than my balls and started to lather right down between my legs and work her way towards my arse hole. I wasn’t going to argue though, it was a wonderful experience. She got me to spread my legs and bend over as she shaved all around my butt. She had her arm through between my legs wanking my cock as she worked. She stood up, razor in foam covered hands. “All done.” She caught my gaze and smiled that sexy smile, “Jump in the bath then babe and I’ll go and get your clothes.” It didn’t even cross my mind to ask what clothes. I was in the bath and soaping my body as fast as I could. I climbed out of the bath and started to dry myself. Running my hands over my erect cock it felt strange yet very nice to be hairless and smooth all around my balls. I know I was only 16 but I seemed to have had hairy bollocks for years and now I was back to looking like a young boy yet to reach puberty – except perhaps for the rather large pulsing cock! Gill was back carrying a few bits of clothing. She held up what looked like a black bra and knicker set. “You don’t mind do you? I bought them especially for you.” Of course I didn’t mind, I had been hoping she would let me wear her lingerie again. “No, no. I like it”. “Here let me help you.” She really had gone to town and by the time she had finished I was dressed in stockings, suspender belt, black thong panties and a matching bra. She then held up a rather short looking black dress with white lace and frilly bits. “Just your size,” she said. “Nice isn’t it?” At the time I had no idea, but now I know this was a classic French maid’s outfit and complimented my stocking clad legs beautifully.I stepped into the dress pulling it up and over my shoulders. I began to feel very sexy as I looked down at myself and Gill zipped me up at the back. She reached around and felt my cock under the dress; it felt wonderful as the smooth silky panties caressed my cock and balls. She put her hands on my bottom and whispered “God I want to fuck you Laura!” “Who’s Laura?” I stammered. “You’re Laura,” she said, “You’re my little sister Laura.” Stepping back she reached under a little table and pulled out a large bag. Reaching inside she said, “And to finish it of …” and she pulled out a pair of shiny high heeled shoes in one hand and what looked like a blonde wig in the other. I stared speechless. Wearing some knickers was one thing, but she’d put me in a dress and now she wanted me to wear a wig! “Please Pete; it’s one of my wildest fantasies. Come on give it a try.” I thought nothing of the fact that she had a pair of size 9 stiletto heeled shoes or even that she had a blonde wig. I didn’t even wonder why she had these clothes that would have obviously been too big for her. She helped my put the wig on and to step into the shoes.
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