Sibling Rivalry – sisters jealousy teasing flashing quickie oral fucking
Although I’m not the devil incarnate, I’m not an angel either. With big firm breasts, a narrow waist, and up my neck legs, I know I look good and when I aim to have something, I usually get my way. Lately I’ve been thinking about Dean – something of a problem as he is my older sister’s boyfriend.
After going out for a few weeks, Nicole introduced him to our parents. Although we didn’t meet, I knew him vaguely and i checked his Facebook and Instagram profiles. I liked what I saw. The pictures of him at the beach and at the sports school definitely impressed me.
I couldn’t wait to meet him…
“Do you like my T-shirt, Dean?” I asked, unwind my jacket.
I watched it look as I revealed the thin red top stretched over my chest without a bra. Of course, my nipples were sticking like traffic cones. That was the whole point.
“Jesus, Andrea, are you not ashamed?” Nicole screamed, her eyes blazing.
She’s a prude, a condescending bitch , and she hates me.
“No,” Said I, “and I sat down in front of them.” Nicole put a possessive hand on Dean’s thigh and looked at me, missing her eyes of disbelief with wide eyes.
“Why don’t you cover them?” Intellectually, she was my superior, but in local pubs and clubs, my plunging necklines, tight jeans, and short dresses, always meant I got my drinks for free.
“Because,” I replied, “by the look on Dean’s face, he appreciates the view.”
Nicole turned and looked at him. He almost withered under his icy gaze.
“You can’t blame him, can you? Why, I bet you didn’t even let it face a sensation yet, did you? She gave me a murderous look.
“You fuck the little slags.” The venom flowed from his fangs, but I didn’t care.
“You don’t have to be jealous, Nicole, just because you don’t know a good fuck, even if you fell into one. You shouldn’t start calling people names, I say, feigning sweetness. “Very un-ladylike.”
Changing tactics, I turned around and asked Dean, very primly and with genuine interest, “Have you both done it yet?”
The question obviously took him by surprise and I smiled and automatically shaking his head before realizing what he was doing. It was endearing to watch, especially when he saw Nicole’s rage. He quickly understood the error in his manners.
“Our sex life has nothing to do with you, Andrea … fucking little bitch. She was spitting crazy and, coupled with the resigned look of disappointment on Dean’s face, it made my pleasure even more enjoyable.
I decided to give him a quick show, intending that he would dispel his lowering expression and give him something to think about when he wanked – something he would probably have to do, being Nicole’s boyfriend.
I slumped deeper into the chair, forcing my tight, transparent leggings to stretch almost to the breaking point above my crotch. Dean had the perfect opportunity to “read my lips.”
I looked at Nicole with defiance. She almost certainly wanted me dead while Dean… Well, unless Nicole was ready to go out tonight, we knew he’d be jacking off to the images he was eagerly stocked in his memory bank.
Despite my behavior, they continued to see each other, and eventually he started staying here on the weekends. On these occasions, I did my best to make things both difficult and enjoyable for him. I took every opportunity to flash her not only my breasts, but also my back. After giving him a generous view of my blouse, I would invent a reason to turn around and lean in front of him. Whether I wore tight leggings or short skirts, the view had often caught her breath. Nicole was furious when she caught me doing it, but, as I said, I didn’t care. And I knew Dean liked it.
He was not alone. When I saw a bulge in his pants where only a few seconds before there was nothing, it made me hot. Unfortunately, my actions prompted exactly what I didn’t want. Faced with my blatant displays, Nicole decided to spread them. Again, judging by what I heard coming from her room, she wasn’t so enthusiastic. When I listened to them, I wondered if he was thinking of me, if it was me, he really wanted to fuck.
I quickly discovered it.
One Sunday morning, Mom and Dad were already away for the morning service when I heard Dean come down, probably for breakfast. Knowing that her lady was still asleep, and would not make an appearance until she had taken a shower and made herself pretty, time was on my side.
Barefoot, I walked into the kitchen. Dean, dressed in a T-shirt and boxers, was sitting at the breakfast bar, leaning over a bowl of cornflakes, and he looked over his shoulder as I approached.
Under my oversized Garfield nightgown, my breasts wandered, rubbing sensually against the soft material. I didn’t need to try to confirm that my nipples were sticking out proudly. I knew they were — as was Dean. He looked at them as I got closer. Seeing the forbidden hunger in his eyes, excited me even more.
Holding a straight face, I walked in front of him towards the refrigerator. As I opened the door and folded to get a pot of low-fat yogurt, I could almost feel her staring down my back. Reaching for yogurt, the faint guttural groan and the sound of his spoon falling on the breakfast bar, told me enough. A ripple of pleasure ran along my spine and I bit my lower lip to contain my excitement.
Oops, idiot me. In my morning haste, I had forgotten to put on panties and now my nightgown was getting up on the bare buttocks.
“Jesus, Andrea,” mumbled Dean.
I got up and turned to him. I tried to look innocent, but I couldn’t hide the mischievous flicker in my eyes. “What’s going on, Dean?”
“Oh, come on, Andrea … What do you want me to say?
“That I’m sexier than Nicole,” I said as I moved to the dining table behind him. He faced me and I saw the pole prowling in his tent boxers.
“You know I can’t say that,” he replied, trying to cover his growing bulge with one hand.
I slumped in a dining chair, my legs crossed, my nightgown crammed around my hips. “Yes, you can, Dean, we both know that.” I prepared for the fat stroke.
“I bet you haven’t seen her naked yet.” I uncrossed my legs. “Knowing her, she makes you fuck her in the dark.”
He grimaced and nodded it, though imperceptibly. Although I liked being right, it was the way his eyes were attracted to my pubic hair patch that really excited me. He looked up at my face and swallowed hard.
“You’re such a slut, aren’t you, Andrea? A dirty little slut who likes to play games,” he says hoarsely.
“Who said I was playing games?” I asked, fingered my tousled hair and spread my knees.
“What are you implying?” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “That you’re going to let me fuck you?”
“Yes,” I replied, sneering, draping one leg on the arm of the chair. The obscenity of my display seemed to shock him… at first.
He slipped out of the bar stool and stood in front of me, his obvious erection forming a powerful bulge in his boxers. When I looked up from his groin and raised his eyebrows, he reached into the opening and spilled his fully erect cock.
“Hmm, looks impressive, Dean,” I said huskily, “but do you know what to do with it?”
Licking the tip of my tongue along my lips, I saw his sardonic expression. He moved between my chipped thighs and removed his foreskin, exposing the engorged purple crown. He shone like a sergeant major’s sword on a military parade ground and I must admit that I flinched when his gun pressed against my lips. But that’s because I was quite surprised at how mean he was.
What about Nicole?” I whispered.
“What about her?”
Listening carefully, I heard the sound of the shower. Our eyes closed, I paid off my hips, and we looked down at the sparkling flesh nestled between my juicy jerk lips.
“You know, she’ll never let you do something like that for her, will she?” I said softly and watched him say the nod.
I felt that he was mentally torn by what was going on, what he wanted, and what he was afraid to end up with. I screwed up my hips and then immediately moved back. The white sex juice smear covering the upper centimetres of his cock still did not allow him to take a decision. He was taking too long to decide.
I took control.
Pushing my abdomen towards him, I was rewarded by the delicious bittersweet feeling of his cock tormenting my clitipeux. At least this seemed to erase the last doubts of his mind, and he finally joined. I gasped like his tree slid back and forth along my welcoming split, sliding over the hairy flesh covering my pubic mound. We looked at each other while we were caissing and the feeling was intense.
The constant friction on my little man was enough to send me to unravel into oblivion. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one enjoying our dry scaffolding, even though it was far from dry between my legs.
“Fuck, I’ll cum.”
The low and guttural obscenity confirmed exactly how much Dean was having fun. The fact that I could bring it to its peak by letting it rub against me, made me feel incredibly powerful – but I wanted more.
I shifted the position and reached between my thighs, grabbed his greasy post and placed it at my warm and moist opening. I looked at him and saw indecision in his eyes. Then he mumbled, “Is that what you want?”
Was he making fun of me?
I looked at him and nodded the door. Above us, the sounds of the shower seemed diminished and Dean’s thoughtful expression returned.
“What about Nicole? What if she catches us like that?
Her internal struggle was understandable, but she was starting to annoy me. “What about her? She hates me anyway. He nodded it. “Listen, Dean, are we going to fuck me or are you going to bite me?”
Anger flashed in his eyes and he pushed his cock towards my moist heat. But he was still not convinced. “That’s not true,” he said.
My impatience has cracked. Frustrated, I tightened his hips and pulled. His cock leaps forward, slipping easily into my wet jerk, filling me gloriously. I gasped with pleasure, gaining extra satisfaction from the surprised look on Dean’s beautiful face as his disappeared from sight.
“Really, really bad.”
“Yes, yes,” he shising. “So what? Fuck off.
Despite his reservations, he must have liked the way I squeezed my velvety tunnel around his dick because, without further ado, he started to fuck me. Properly. With vigour.
“Nicole is lucky,” I said, sarcastic. Oh, what a slut I can be.
Dean frowned at my victorious expression. No wonder, really, and I confess that having tried it in the Garden of Eden while Nicole was only a few feet above our heads preparing for their pub lunch, I had a perverted rush of pleasure.
I really wished she would come downstairs and discover that her own shaved, well-groomed, handsome boyfriend was like any other man when he is presented with a horny slut dying for cock. She would see that he enjoyed a quick and meaningless fuck as much as anyone else, without having to endure guilt, remorse, or feigned eye feelings to justify getting some. She will also learn that he wanted to empty his balls filled as quickly as possible.
But, more than anything, I wanted her to see it shagging Me.
“Why don’t you shut up?” I guessed Dean’s need for physical liberation was to win the fight on his tormented conscience.
“It’s better, Dean,” I moaned, “treat me like the receivers I am.”
The look of surprise on his face was a picture. It obviously never occurred to him that I could really love this kind of macho. I tightened my muscles in the tighter cunt.
“Come on, fuck me like the whore you think I am. Go fuck yourself like you know you can never fuck my sister.
He seemed to grow up before my eyes. His behavior changed, he became more confident, removing his dick from my gaping split and making fun of me. The sudden feeling of emptiness was unbearable, but as I looked at him, I realized that I had opened Pandora’s box.
“Take it all, bitch,” he growled and propelled himself into me.
I moaned loudly, grabbed the arms of the chair, and lifted my abdomen to meet his thrusts. It seemed to energize him and he resumed fucking with more purpose. He slipped a hand between my thighs and pressed his thumb on the little hood covering my clitoris.
I slid forward, moaning and almost falling from the seat in my eagerness to let him use me. Dean’s breathing was laborious, his body stretched by effort. Grunts accompanied every push and sweat flowed down his face.
I moaned as he slammed gloriously into me, but I could not resist taunting him through the creaked teeth. “Come on, jerk you off, is this the best you can do?”
The disbelief in creamate on his face brought on an adjustment of laughter. “Nicole will never tell you anything like that, Dean,” I sneered. “You must know that.”
He nodded it. “It’s hard to believe you’re sisters,” he said before another laugh. Show me your, slag.
I knew he was obsessed with my breasts, but I didn’t need the hassle that exposing them needed. All I wanted was for him to keep fucking me.
“I want to come everywhere,” he said.
I liked the way he took control.
“When Nicole comes down, we’ll know that the damp stains on your nightgown will be my cum.”
I liked his sneaky thought. Groaning wildly, I squeezed my around her pervasive flesh, while reaching between my legs.
“Did I say you could touch your pussy, bitch?”
“No, but I’m so excited.”
Dean looked eagerly at my juice-soaked fingers. “Give me your fingers,” he asked. I raised my hand and he grabbed my wrist, pulled, and opened his mouth as my fingers touched his lips. “You taste delicious, whore.”
His comment pleased me, but I wasn’t about to get soft. “I have a lot more where it comes from, if you’re man enough.” My twisted, cruel smile was a challenge.
“I’m going to show you how manly I am,” he grumbles, hammering me, rushing deep into my tunnel. Now show me your.
I scribbled my nightgown, exposing my fleshy orbs. “It’s better, bitch,” he beamed and ripped his dick out of my cunt. He immediately began to furiously caress his twinkling tree and, very quickly and without warning, huge shards of cum splashed on my chest, throat and face.
He stood above me, smiling triumphantly, as I read idled my broke lips. “Hmm, delicious, Dean. Do you have a little more for me?
He nodded it before speaking. “I want to taste you first,” he says, falling to his knees while pushing mine further. Let me see your.
Desperate to enjoy, I lifted my hips from the chair. “Not like that,” said he, disdainful in his tone. “Spread these shutters. Your Master wants to see some pink. His gruff, dirty talk was a huge turn on, and I could barely contain my excitement as I reached between my thighs.
With trembling fingers, I tried to pull my lips apart, but my sex was soaked. Extremely slippery. I am sorry, Master, said I, upset that my smooth had never ceased to escape my grip.
“You don’t need to apologize, bitch,” dean said before licking up and down my split.
“Oh fucking! Does Nicole know how good you are with your mouth?
I shuddered when he was twirling his tongue around my clitoris. I was so close and Placed my hands on top of his head. Two fingers penetrated me and began to wave my G-spot. This sent me over the edge. I tried to stifle my screams, but Dean had to be a complete moron if he didn’t realize that he had given a woman what so many men are trying to achieve and can never achieve: a mind-blowing orgasm. He kept darting his tongue at my sensitive bud, prolonging the gentle agony that my body was jerking violently.
My legs, wrapped around his neck, were shaking uncontrollably and I kept gushing. I went to Dean’s expert mouth and gratefully went up the waves of ecstasy that went up to the lake of tranquillity.
That’s when I felt his finger press against my starfish. I was wondering if he would be a very bad boy. Correction, I was hoping.
Unfortunately, Dean’s masterful behaviour seemed to fade. A fingertip constantly pushed past my sphincter, but did not go any further. I felt like he couldn’t decide what to do next. I wanted him to follow through, but the more he took, it seemed that the chances that this would happen diminished. I decided to help.
Having reconstructed my with more, he resumed massaging the viscous liquid against my tight opening. That’s when I pressed my down and, after the slightest hint of resistance, his number slipped inside me.
Hearing that, Dean pushed further.
“Mooore,” I crooned at the touch of his hand. “Give me more…”
A second finger pushed against my resistant hole before invading my back passage. “Lick my clit/head!” I demanded, pulling his head between my thighs. “I want to come back.”
This time, I didn’t hold back. Erotic moans and screams filled the kitchen as my second orgasm gave me a hard time. “Hush,” silenced me momentarily, but Dean’s tongue and expert fingers prolong my ecstatic agonies. More screams followed.
“For God’s sake, you slag stupid … put a sock in it. If you keep going like this, Nicole’s bound to hear you.
He was right, of course — but, as I said before, I didn’t care. That said, it turned out to be my nicest shag in a long time and Nicole’s presence would surely put the kibosh on it. So I clenched my teeth and, fortunately, I heard only the weak drone of a hairdryer, not running steps.
Dean got up from his knees and I was glad to see his cock was still hard.
“I’m going to fuck your ass, damn it. Get up and lean on that bar stool.
I took the prospect of what was going to happen and because Dean had taken control.
“Yes, sir.” As I tipmy in front of him, a hand swayed in the air and landed squarely on my. An exquisite tingling sensation runs through my body. Leaning over the stool, my bare pointing at him, he gave me a new spanking.
“It’s to keep you on your toes. Now spread them out.
Docilely, I moved my feet apart and was rewarded with another scathing slap. “Your ass, bitch.”
I didn’t have to say it again. I reached back and grabbed my pink buttocks. I still wasn’t sure he would go until I felt his helmet dull against my. Despite the hearty juices he had massaged in my starfish, penetration was not as easy as I had hoped. Fortunately, we were in the kitchen.
“Master, there is olive oil in the cupboard above the oven. Maybe…” I didn’t need to say anything else. Dean moved quickly like a whippet and found the fluid solution to our problem. I saw him come back and support me. It started to sink.
Thick, golden fluid splashed on my hot red buttocks and Dean rubbed generously on my cheeks. Then he poured a stream on top of my crevasse and I felt it flow towards my. Dean’s thumb helped me lubricate my driveway.
“You really are an incredible little bitch,” he said when his thumb crept into my tight ring. “But we’d better not waste time, the hairdryer has stopped.”
I’ve been listening. Of course, the buzz had been replaced by the dulcet tones of The Backstreet Boys. She always listened to them when she dressed and applied makeup.
Holding my cheeks apart, I looked over my shoulder in Dean’s flinty look. “Take me, Master,” said I, waving my hips.
Smiling smugly, he poured oil on his rigid tree and massaged it all over his erection, pulling the foreskin and paying special attention to its thick purple dome.
Making sure I was ready, he pushed in two fingers. I think he may have been surprised by the difference between a real lubricant and saliva and juices. I moaned softly and, as he kissed his finger and stroked his cock, he said how much he was going to enjoy sodomizing his girlfriend’s whore sister.
By exchanging glances, we clearly believed what he was going to do, would never happen with Nicole. This fact made it more exciting.
“I think you’re ready now, bitch.”
I moaned and closed my eyes. “Do it,” I urged through the creaked teeth that his end touched my back door. “Stick it in me.”
He was still holding his manhood when the mushroom helmet slipped inside.
“Oooh my God.” My tone was a throat growl. “It’s so good.”
Dean slipped easily inside me, thumb by inch gorgeous, thrust, stable and powerful, while he gripped my hips. Riddles… properly as it turns out — what Nicole’s boyfriend was planning, I closed my eyes and gladly accepted this invasion.
“Dean, don’t stop. Pleeese, don’t stop.
But he stopped pushing. Instead, he began to remove his cock.
“No,” I cried, like an allied feline cat, when his helmet engorged pulled in front of my slippery sphincter. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Dean pour more olive oil on his erection. Now there was a fierce determination in his eyes.
“I’m going to make you regret all the teasing you’ve put me through over the past two weeks.” He finished covering his dick, then slapped it against my butt. “Brace yourself, bitch.”
I don’t know who was most surprised by the ease of penetration. By the way, his pelvis hit his cheeks, he obviously expected more resistance than he encountered. Her nervous pubic hair leaned against my buttocks almost immediately and her was buried as deep into me as possible. For my part, I simply tried to catch my breath after dropping an explosive stream of profanity.
“You like it, don’t you, bitch?”
“Uh-huh.” A scathing slap on my was the punishment for not calling him Master. He began to gradually remove his manhood, stopping when the edge of his helmet was at my tight entrance. Suddenly he pulled my hips towards him and pushed forward, instantly filling my passage.
Upstairs, the Backstreet Boys were still audible, providing a steady beat while Dean hammered my. His long, deep and steady thrusts drove me crazy and I knew I would soon be screaming the house down again.
“I’m going to come, Master, with your long, thick cock up my ass,” he shising. He didn’t answer, but his grunt grew stronger and his grip on my waist tight considerably.
“Cum for me, Master,” I moninated, my voice dark and guttural. I clung to the bar stool to keep my balance.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Dean shouted between his teeth clenched and slammed his tail at home. Hot, thick spunk splashed my bowels, each expulsion accompanied by a powerful spasm that shook me. As he continued to ejaculate, he murmured, “You gorgeous, fucking bitch,” over and over again. Although I had not reached an orgasm, it was clear Dean needed to release his pent-up frustrations. I was happy to welcome him. When it was passed, it collapsed on me, rubbing his hands tenderly up and down my thighs.
“Are you all right, Andrea?”
“Yes, Master,” I said softly.
What started as one thing, had developed into another. I’m sure we both felt the connection.
Suddenly, the music stopped playing upstairs. The moment was over. Dean unceremoniously removed his semi-erect cock from my hole, stuffed it inside his boxers, and said he was going to take a shower.
I was on the left, leaning over the bar stool, his sperm dripping from my well-used orifice and along my thighs, to contemplate what had happened. That’s enough, I knew Nicole would never be able to imitate that.