I leaned against the door frame and looked at her presumptuously. She pretended not to see it, and after a while, she raised her head.
"Why don't you go away and leave me alone?"
I just looked at her, chewing my sandwich intently.
"Why are you always sneaking, brother? You've been peeking at me!"
This time I nodded.
"Yes, I like to peek at you, sister!" I said with a grin, "I often peek at you from your window and take pictures of you, but I never thought I could stand in front of your door...you seem like '' Never close the door."
Her mouth twitched up, making her breasts stand up against her nightgown, making her look more enticing.
"This is my room, you have no right to invade my privacy."
"What privacy?" I retorted. "You leave the door open as if you are inviting people from all over the world to come in. If you really want to keep any privacy, please close the door."
My sister's face turned red all of a sudden, and she got up from the bed.
"Okay! I'll close it now!"
The younger sister rushed over and slammed the door shut. Her pajamas were half open, revealing her small, pointed breasts, like two pink ice creams studded with two bright red cherries.
Oh, the fire in my heart is lit again!
My sister slammed the door shut, and I quickly stuck my foot in the crack of the door and pushed the door open with my shoulder.
"Hey! Wait a minute, I'm sorry, sister, brother really didn't mean to make you angry."
She hesitated for a moment, and I gently pushed open her door and walked into the room.
"I'm not peeking at you, your door is open after all," I sat down on her bed. "Besides, can I see more than I did last night?"
My sister immediately gave me a stern look.
"How dare you say that, brother! You dare not say that to others?"
I got angry all of a sudden.
"Who said I dare not, you are too self-righteous, sister!"
My sister softened and walked up to me: "Well, brother, you wouldn't say that, would you? Mom would be angry if she knew."
I know mom will understand this, but this is my chance.
"Okay, I won't say it, sister," I assured with a smile. "It's a secret between the two of us, right?"
I slowly unfolded my conspiracy, implying that she had no choice but to obey me. I'll tell her what I'm going to do, and I promise she'll be very happy and she'll love me.
"Besides," I added, "you saw mine, and I saw yours. We saw the same amount. After all, I'm your brother, you have to believe me."
I put my hand on her lap and she shook a little, but didn't move my hand away.
"Listen to me, sister," I added, "everyone does, and you're not the first girl to masturbate, understand?"
Saying that, I couldn't help laughing. I remembered the first time I saw my mother stick a dildo in her cunt, and of course she didn't need a toothbrush anymore with me.
My sister sat on the bed, bowed her head and was silent for a while before grabbing my hand.
"I don't know why I did that, brother, but I felt so happy inside of me, and it felt great."
"I know what's going on, sister." I patted her leg gently and began to gently stroke her thigh. "It's natural."
I slowly slide my hand up her thigh, feeling the warmth and smoothness of my sister's thigh. My sister's body was very stiff, and she trembled when I touched her. Her hand held my wrist weakly, but she didn't mean to stop me in the slightest. My heart started beating violently as my hand was about to touch my sister's panties for the first time.
It seems that I have to go further!
"Brother," my sister said softly, with a palpable fear in her voice: "No, no, don't..."
I ignored her and continued to stroke her thigh, getting closer and closer to the edge of my sister's panties. My sister's hands held my wrists, but she didn't stop or guide me.
"Brother, I'm afraid..." she finally pleaded.
I know it's true, after all, it's her first time, and if I can't ease her nervousness, she'll definitely reject me.
"Don't be afraid, sister. I'm your brother, and I won't hurt you. Don't you think that's comfortable, I'm just going to continue what you did last night?"
She still had her head down, but her chest heaved vigorously, looking excited.
"Yes..." she muttered.
"Then relax your body, relax, brother can't do anything if you're so nervous all the time."
I picked her up and gently put her on the bed. She resisted a little, then blushed and lay down obediently, her eyes closed, her body stretched out. My heart started beating wildly, and I knew what I was praying for was about to happen.
"Open your legs, sister," I said as softly and calmly as I could, but there was still a hint of shiver in my voice.
The younger sister's eyes were tightly closed, her head was tilted to one side, and she looked like she was being slaughtered, but her body had gradually relaxed, and her stiff thighs had softened.
I used a little force to open her thighs. Her panties were pink and translucent, and her thighs were creamy smooth and stretchy, and they felt so young.
Slowly and carefully, my hand slid across my sister's firm thigh, feeling so smooth, so soft. At the tentacles, the violent beating of the blood vessels in the sister's thighs could be felt, and her body temperature rose rapidly.
Through the translucent panties, I can vaguely see the slightly bulging crack. It looks hairless around it, but I know that it is actually covered with fine and soft golden yellow grass. It may not take two years. Here A lush forest will grow.
My fingers slid into my sister's panties and slowly slid back and forth along the edges of the panties, making my sister gasp for breath and her chest heaving a lot, but she didn't mean to stop me at all. Although she was shaking and looking scared, she was in control.
The experience I got from my mother told me that it was time to take off my sister's panties, and further teasing would be counterproductive.
So I pulled out my finger and patted my sister's hill gently: "Lift your ass, sister."
Her ass lifted a little, and I reached under her and carefully pulled off my sister's thin, easily-torn-looking panties.
It was the first time I saw my sister's unpicked teenage pussy at such a close distance when the panties came off the butt. The distance is very close, and it feels much more exciting than looking dimly at the door.
The curve of the younger sister's pussy is very soft, and the fine pubic hair covers the entire hill, but the pink labia is very eye-catching with no grass on both sides. The little sister's belly was very flat and smooth, sloping down, forming a graceful arc where it joined her slender thighs, and above it were two tightly bound, somewhat unexpectedly fat pink labia, forming a deep layer. Layers of folded grooves, protruding above the hillocks. The ditch looked very deep, and the sides were so tightly bound that it was impossible to see what was inside, but I knew it must be very damp and narrow.
I thought about my mother's pussy, which was covered with fluffy black pubic hair on both sides, and when it was slightly stimulated, it would secrete fluid, so it was often very wet, and it was open at the opening, so fingers could easily get in. However, my sister's labia was very tightly glued and hairless, and it would be very painful if forced into it. At this time, I suddenly felt a sense of hope.
Thinking that under this little ditch is my sister's cute little hole, and that I can insert my thick, numb cock into it right away, I'm a little too excited.
When I took my sister's panties off completely, she whispered to me, "Don't hurt me, brother! I'm afraid of pain!"
"I'll be careful, sister! I'll be gentle!"
Of course, this is just a word of comfort for her, and I don't intend to abide by it.
Where can there be a virgin who doesn't feel pain for the first time? Even though I've had sex with my mom for a few months now, my sister is still a virgin and my mom couldn't possibly teach me what to do without hurting a virgin. In fact, if my sister hadn't reminded me, I would never have thought that a woman's first time would be painful.
Even so, I still try to be careful when I decide to act, so as not to spoil my sister's interest. I put my hot palm on my sister's pussy, the palm of my hand against the vaginal opening, stroking slowly and gently. I don't want to act rashly, although I have no experience, but I also know to be patient with virgins, I should take it step by step, step by step to reach the final goal.
My sister clearly reacted to my touch, trembling slightly, and moaning from her mouth, not out of fear, but out of excitement. Her body twisted back and forth, trying to avoid my attack, her shoulders swayed up and down, making the two small peaks hidden under the thin pajamas flicker and appear, I couldn't help but reach out and abuse it. .
I felt my lower body getting harder and harder, trying to break free from the shackles of my panties. But I didn't dare to stop stroking my sister's pussy to take off my panties, because I was afraid that might cause her to stop me from going any further. So, I can only endure the pain of the glans being squeezed by the panties, and continue to touch the little pussy that my sister is already feeling.
My whole palm was flat on my sister's bulging hill, and my fingertips lightly brushed my sister's flat belly, and then I began to gradually increase the intensity of the massage. I first slid the palm of my hand against the arc of the hill and slid down between her legs, my middle finger gently tapped the shallow groove, and then the palm of my hand slid up my sister's pussy, and pressed the back edge of my palm to rub my sister's genitals. That crack. Repeating this, I soon felt the heat from my sister's place, and it was getting more and more humid, and I knew my efforts were making progress.
I massaged my sister's pussy harder and harder. Every time my palm slipped, I squeezed my middle finger a little into my sister's pussy, maintaining a limited amount of stimulation.
My sister was obviously very comfortable with me, her legs were wide open and stretched out, and my other hand was not idle. I pressed it on her thigh, stroking the inner thigh back and forth, while preventing my sister from suddenly pinching her thigh .
Looking at my sister again, I saw that she closed her eyes slightly, her face was red with cherry blossoms, her nose twitched slightly, her mouth was half-open and half-closed, and she uttered a seemingly non-existent moan, obviously enjoying my service very much.