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Fun With My Little Sister

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I'll show you mine if...

I can't remember how or when my little sister and I got started, but it would have been something like a game of doctors and nurses when we were younger. We had done it a few times, showing and touching each others 'private parts', but these were random and just happened when they did. As we got older, the way that it happened changed. I don't remember who started it or exactly when, but the way it would go would be when our parents went out shopping on a Saturday morning or afternoon at the new supermarket out of town and I'd be left babysitting my little sis. This was back in the 1970s when out of town supermarkets were a new thing in the UK. We would each be in our separate bedrooms and I would slip a note under her door. It would say something like, 'Come to my room in five minutes'. That would give me enough time to get back to my room, leaving the door slightly ajar, get completely undressed, and lie on my back on my bed with my legs over the edge, and hold a pillow over my face. I don't remember why the pillow across the face was a part of it. This was a long time ago now. There was then the delicious anticipation of hearing her bedroom door open, footsteps across the landing, and then my door slowly open. I would part my legs when I sensed her kneeling down to get a better look. My cock was erect without her having to do anything. Then I'd feel her hands on it, caressing it, cupping my balls, pulling down on my shaft and pulling back my foreskin. She was so gentle and tender. Sometimes I'd feel her lips on the tip of my cock as she gave it a soft kiss. This would go on for what seemed like hours, but was probably more like minutes, and never long enough. Then she'd stop. I'd hear her leave my room and pull my door to. Then I would get dressed and wait for part two. What would happen next would me that my note would be slipped under my door. I had to wait five minutes before I could do the same thing to her. I didn't have a watch or clock, so would wait until I figured five minutes had passed, then go to her room. The door would be ajar, and I would see her lying on her bed naked, pillow over her face, her legs parted and hanging over the edge. I would go in and kneel between her legs and look at her beautiful pussy. I would feel her pussy lips, then part them to see her sweet pink slit, which I loved to stroke. I would give her a gentle kisses there as well, and she would sometimes let me lick it, but if I tried to slide a finger inside her, then her legs would pull together and she would twist away from me. When I'd had my fun I would leave, pulling her bedroom door closed behind me. If I was still feeling horny I would take my original note and write something extra on it. 'This time you can be a bit rougher and squeeze harder.' I would then slip it under her door and then get myself ready for her again. She would come in and we would repeat what we had done before, only with her rubbing my cock faster and gripping harder, twisting it and pulling it around. I could feel the cum building up inside me, but before I could shoot she would stop and I'd hear my door closing. Then there was an agonising wait. Would she slip the note back again, with her request on it, or would that be it? We usually had two turns each. I loved it when she was being more adventurous and was up for doing more. A few times she let me rub my cock against her pussy, but like not letting me finger her she would never let me slide it inside her. At some point her legs would come together and that was the indication that my time was up. She never made me cum, and I never made her cum. After waiting for another note to be slid under my door, or waiting for a visit from her that didn't materialise, I would know that our fun for today was over. I would then stroke my cock, thinking about her and imagining if she'd had let me finger her, or slide my cock inside her, and shoot my cum into a tissue. I guess she'd have been doing something similar in her room to bring herself off. We never went all the way, nobody else ever found out, and when she got a boyfriend it became a thing of the past. We never spoke about it, either at the time or since. We're both married now, have kids of our own, and don't see each other as often as I would like since we live a distance apart, but a part of me wonders what would happen if we did get to talking about the good old days and where it might lead. If it ever does I'll be sure to put what happens on here.

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