“Ricky, look at you, what have you been doing, I thought you were slim, but you’re gorgeous, your body, God, look at you!” she breathed, grinning minxily, licking her lips and sexy-pouting at me.
By now I was scarlet with embarrassment, but my cock was unaffected; if anything, it was even harder, the sight of her skin-tight Yoga-pants moulded to every line and contour of her long, slim thighs and deliciously sexy bubble-butt raising my internal temperature significantly.
Yaz paused and stepped closer to hug me.
“Ricky, you feel wonderful, so solid, all these muscles, you were so thin first time I saw you; you were so cute and sweet then, now you’re just delicious; I might have to bite you later, if you don’t mind, just to see if you’re real!”
Of course I didn’t mind; she could sink her teeth into my neck and hang on for dear life for all I cared, just as long as I got to squeeze that succulent bum of hers in return! Speaking of which…
Her lips found mine, and without thought on my part my hands slipped down to squeeze and knead her taut, round little backside, the cheeks taut and springy, and just the right size to fill my hands, something I loved doing, and the furthest I’d got with her so far, not because she was leading me on, but because anything else was impossible at home, not where just anyone could walk in at any time. I pulled her closer to me, and as we kissed, Yaz slowly, deliberately, deliciously ground her crotch against mine, letting me know that she was as much into this as I was, that this time it was for real, and that she really wanted to go there with me.
Now that I knew for certain that she wanted me as much as I wanted her, I slid my hands into the waistband of her leggings, sliding them off her hips. Yaz broke away from me and took over, peeling her leggings off and throwing them over the arm of the nearest chair with her jacket, leaving her standing in just her top, a vintage 1980’s YSL boat-neck striped top we’d found in Pop Vintage at Seven Dials, Covent Garden, and what must be the tiniest, most functionless pair of panties I’d ever seen; they were little more than a pair of lacy ribbons that cupped her neatly shaved and trimmed pussy and disappeared around the curve of her bottom and into the cleft between her buttocks, worn more for effect than for concealment. I stared in frank admiration, so Yaz did a slow twirl to give me the full impact. Unclothed, without anything to hinder the view of her magnificent bum, I was struck speechless by the sight of the most perfectly pert bottom in the world, a sight that was indeed my privilege to behold, far surpassing those plastic phonies in the magazines I’d read; even partially concealed by those masterfully designed skimpy panties, it was a magnificent sight.
“I take it you’re a bum man, then!” she grinned, and I could only nod, lost as I was in contemplation of her spectacular derriere. Yaz reached out and lifted my chin.
“Up here, baby, my face is up here, there we go, that’s it!”
I grinned shamefacedly, but Yaz winked and pulled off her top, making me gasp again. Her breasts were just perfect, small and pert, yet womanly, firm, and delicious, and just the right size to cup in my hand. Those picture-perfect breasts were topped with long, dark coral nipples, the exact same shade as her lips, and fat and succulent, just waiting for my attention.
“Will I do, then Ricky?” she whispered with a whimsical smile on her face, and I remembered my manners; this was a girl, a person standing here, my beautiful baby half-sister, not just a superbly put-together collection of desirable body-parts.
“Christ, you’re beautiful, Yaz!” I blurted out, and was gratified to see her eyes sparkle as she grinned broadly.
“Your turn, sweetie!” she smiled, and as I gripped the waistband of my shorts, the only thing I was wearing now, Yaz stepped forward and took hold of the sides.
“Uh-uh, I get to do this, Ricky my-boy!” she smiled, and slowly slid my shorts down. My cock sprang out as she pushed my shorts down, solid and aching from all the stimulation of her rubbing against me, and now having her stand in front of me naked except for her wispy, almost not-there panties.
“Oh, that’s nice, is that all for me?” she gasped in well-simulated surprise as probably seven inches of solid muscle poked out of my groin and pointed straight at her, the head dark purple and shiny with my own secretions, bobbing slightly in time to my heartbeat. I may not be super-endowed, not like the studs I’d seen in porn mags with their improbable, freakishly huge boners, but maybe seven inches at full stretch and proportionally thick, and Yaz certainly seemed to be impressed by it…
“Ricky, that’s lovely, I knew you were gorgeous all over!” she grinned, and I could only grin back.
She reached out, tentatively, almost cautiously, and took hold of me, and slowly squeezed me, her bottom lip caught between her teeth in that adorable, sexy grin of hers as she stroked me tentatively, testing my reaction, which made me hurriedly review the last couple of contract bids we’d been going over to take my mind off what she was doing to me. I suddenly realised she was really, truly, 100% into me, she wanted me. So I pulled her close, Yaz knowing what I wanted, and suddenly my lips were crushed to hers as a million juvenile fantasies bloomed into reality; the hottest girl I knew was here, she was naked, and she wanted me; how could it get any better than this?
Suddenly, it did; Yaz eased me backwards until the backs of my knees contacted the bed, at which point I sat down. Yaz swung herself across me, straddling me, her lovely nipples suddenly rubbing against my chest as her lips danced a hairsbreadth away, mine to kiss if I wanted, while the damp heat from her pussy baked through my erect cock as it pressed against her panty-clad pussy.
“Oh Ricky, that feels nice!” she groaned as she slowly slid herself back and forth on the ridged underside of my cock as it pressed up against her.
“I can’t tell you how many times I dreamed about doing this, Ricky, how perverted is that? I’m your little sister, but I want you… like this, I have since I first saw you!”
Her gyrations against me were having their effect; my cock was threatening to rip through her panties, it was so hard, something she noticed.
“Take them off, Ricky, now you’ve got me like this, finish stripping me, you know you want to!” she whispered, kissing my chin, the tip of my nose, my eyelids, as she rubbed and ground the hot, damp ribbons of her panties against me. I slid my eager hands into the back of her panties, squeezing her firm, muscular little buttocks before hooking those scraps of wispy material and pulling them down, while Yaz climbed off me for a second so I could slide them down and off, and now she was naked, her bare, glistening pussy lips close enough for me to catch the sweet, salty, musky scent of her excitement.
Still feeling slightly surreal, I reached out for her, my hands pulling her close by her taut, firm bum cheeks, a detached part of me marvelling at how much smoother and firmer, how warm and silky they felt now that she was completely naked, how they felt just like I’d dreamed and fantasised they’d feel from almost the first day I met her.
Yaz pulled herself in close to me, once again straddling me, but this time the damp heat of her pussy against my cock was almost unbearable. I felt myself stiffen in a way I’d never achieved before, that was the effect she was having on me! As she slowly rubbed herself against me, I could feel her juices coating me, covering me in a slick, sweet-scented glaze. I was torn; part of me wanted to just shove my cock into her and keep shoving it in, to pound her backside through the mattress, the way I’d seen it done in those magazines, and fill her with myself, but another part of me caught me completely by surprise by wanting to taste her, to kiss and lick and suck her, and drink her nectar before making love to her.
I wrapped my arms around her and lay back, pulling her down with me, Yaz squeaking in surprise as I rolled onto my side, taking her with me so we were now lying on our sides facing each other. She grinned at me as I pulled her closer to kiss her again, closing her eyes as I kissed down her neck and into the valley between her firm, pouting little breasts. As I kissed further down her torso, across her flat stomach, and paused before dipping my tongue gently into the dimple of her navel, Yaz let out a soft, tremulous sigh.
“Don’t stop now, Ricky, do it, please, if you only knew how much…!”
I had no intention of stopping; after all this time kissing and making out and teasing and leading each other on, I finally had my girl of my dreams naked, willing, and wanting me; there was no way on God’s green Earth I was going to stop! As she sighed, and stretched her lovely slender body out, I kissed and licked her with little dabs of my tongue, blazing a trail to the place I wanted to be most in the world. I didn’t know why I wanted to do that to her, all I knew was I had to, the scent of her arousal burned in my brain firing up all kinds of instincts, and all I knew was that I wanted to pleasure my girl any way I could, but this way first.
“Oh Ricky… so nice, God, so good, you’re so good at this…!” she sighed as I slowly licked, savouring the taste of her skin even as her sweet, soft, appealing scent tickled my nostrils. As her scent began to work on me I slid down the bed so my face was level with my target. Yaz sighed again as I lightly kissed the insides of her thighs, letting my lips linger as I gently, slowly tantalised her, enjoying the tease while she wriggled languorously, sighing softly as I teased and tasted her warm, smooth skin.