I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around her waist. “I’m your big sister and I say you’re moving in with me, and you’re going to like it,” I stated.
Daria grinned. “Do little sisters have to do everything their big sisters want?”
I returned her grin. “Yes. Come on. Move in so we can get to know each other. Please?”
“I’ll think about it.”
I leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose. “Pleeeeeeease?” I begged.
Daria giggled. “I said I’ll think about it.”
I pecked quick little kisses on the freckles on her cheeks. “I’m going to keep kissing you until you say yes,” I warned.
She drew in a breath and her eyes stared into mine. Then she smiled and simply replied, “Okay.”
“Okay you’ll move in with me or okay to kisses?”
“Okay to kisses.”
“You minx,” I laughed. I kissed along her jaw line, then moved her hair to kiss her slim neck.
“Ooooo,” Daria moaned in appreciation.
Hearing her moan, I couldn’t resist bringing my lips to hers. To my surprise and delight, she kissed me back without hesitation. Our lips traded feather-light kisses for a couple of minutes. I was lightheaded and wanted to kiss her forever.
Finally she murmured, “I don’t think sisters are supposed to kiss like that.”
“They should. It’s lovely.” I kissed her again. Her sweet lips parted and our tongues danced and played. “I was attracted to you the minute I saw you in the coffee shop,” I confessed.
She blushed deeper red.
“So freakin’ cute,” I muttered and dove in for another kiss.
Daria returned the kiss with enthusiasm. “Mmmmm,” she purred. Our bodies squirmed in excitement.
“You’re moving in,” I whispered in her ear when we came up for air.
“Uh huh,” she agreed. We returned to lusty kissing.
Her arms slid up and wrapped around my neck. It was a typical girly move, and it thrilled me to be on the receiving end of it from her.
I lifted my right leg and used my foot to stroke her calf.
My sister sharply inhaled. Her hands got into my hair and pulled my head in for a harder kiss.
I didn’t want to speak for fear of breaking the spell we were under. She must have felt the same way because we silently but desperately groped and kissed each other for several minutes.
Finally I decided to strip her. My hands went under her sweater and lifted.
“Ellie,” she shyly gasped.
“I have to see you,” I feverishly stated.
She only hesitated a moment before raising her arms to allow me to lift off her sweater and t-shirt. Her plain and simple bra went next and I had my first view of my sister’s boobs. They were little swells, high on her chest. Her nipples weren’t so little though, and they were engorged. My lips closed on her rubbery right nipple and she whined, “Ellllllllie!”
I sucked and lavished the nipple with my tongue. After a bit I switched to the other. When she was truly squirming, I kissed her between her breasts, then kissed my way down her torso. My tongue dipped into her bellybutton and twirled around.
“Eee!” she squealed. “That tickles!” She laughed. The lighthearted moment relaxed both of us, and I quickly removed her jeans and panties. I planted a kiss on her tight pussy lips, but she pushed my head back. “Get naked first,” she urged.
We worked together to strip me in a flurry of motion. My sweatshirt and jeans flew off, landing across the room. In no time I was bare as the day I was born.
My new sister dove into my tits like I did to hers. She kissed all over the sensitive boob flesh, then sucked and tongued the nipples. “You’re a quick learner, Daria,” I purred in appreciation.
“What do I do next?” she anxiously asked.
I didn’t want to push her too far too fast, so I cradled her head in my hands and brought our lips back together. Soft presses of our lips and light touches of our tongues followed for a few minutes. She made delicious little “mmm, mmm, mmm” noises.
I whispered, “Let me take the lead, okay baby sister?”
She nodded and smiled.
I looped an arm around her waist and walked her into my bedroom.
We stopped by the bed and I looked her up and down. “You’re exactly my type,” I told her. There was a hungry growl in my voice. “Willowy, tight-bodied, cute face and innocent personality. And the red hair is a freaking cherry on top.”
Daria blushed, of course, and became so bashful that she could hardly look at me. “You’re a lot better looking than me.”
“That is totally subjective,” I said. I dragged a finger across the little triangle of red hair above her pussy. She trembled with desire.
Pleased by my little sister’s responsiveness, I eased us onto the bed and we kissed again.
While we kissed and I groped her, Daria moaned and writhed like she was possessed. One of her hands darted between her legs and went to work.
I pulled my lips from hers and slid down her body. My face pushed between her legs and I ran my tongue over and between her moving fingers.
She gasped and snatched her fingers away.
I dragged the flat of my tongue up her slit and fluttered it over her clit. That was all it took. Daria was so worked up that she exploded. Her body went rigid and a strangled scream escaped her lips, “Aaaaaa!”
The tangy taste of her spilled into my mouth. She shook for a good minute and then went limp.
I slid back up and hugged her. Her head was leaned back, face flushed and eyes shut. “That was fun,” I softly said and licked my lips clean.
“Oh my god,” she moaned and slowly raised her head to look in my eyes.
“You cum easily.”
“Not usually,” she denied. “That was because of you.”
“Are you okay?” I inquired.
“Mmm, yeah,” she practically moaned. “I’m good.”
“You never kissed a girl before today, right?”
“You’re my first,” she answered with a bright smile.
“I’m glad.”
“Me too.” She grinned, slid on top of me and said, “My turn.”
“Are you sure? Don’t feel like you have to, honey,” I replied. My hand stroked the side of her pretty face.
“I want to try,” she insisted eagerly. “Tell me if I do something wrong.”