Ma Soeur se Masturbe en Chevauchant le Manche du Balai

It happened while playing hide and seek in my parents' apartment.

My name is Franck, I will change my sister's first name. I will call her Nathalie.

i was 14 years old my sister 13.

We had been home alone because our parents had gone out shopping. To pass the time, with my sister Nathalie we decided to play hide. The place of counting was the toilets. after several laps, there came a time when it was mine to be the hunter. But what had changed in the toilet was the position of the brush broom handle which originally was in an empty bucket. Now it was leaning against the wall with an angle that left it supposed that my sister had to use it while she counted.

The question was what was this sleeve for?

At that time, we counted up to 20 to trigger the search.

When it was my turn again, I noticed that even if the broomstick changed place, but it kept the same angle to the wall.

i had the idea to increase the number of counts to 100 and i justified this by saying that it would give us more time to find new hiding places.

And for me, to have time to see what was happening in the toilet. Electric ventilation being installed, there was an air vent at the foot of the toilet to bring in fresh air.

This gate gave in the entrance, it was enough that I lay on the ground to be able to see what was happening in the toilet.

When it was his turn, I lay on the ground and looked.

My surprise was total, my sister rode the handle to the rhythm of the count. She had taken off her panties.

I didn't realize that she wasn't wearing panties to play. She had to take it off at a time when it was her turn to hide.

From my observation point, I could see that her little dress was raised, my sister was holding her with one edge, holding her in her right hand. She was standing against the wall, I could see her from the back.

I could see his intimate lips crashing into the wood of the broom. I could see everything, even her little anus.

The rhythmic, slow and sensual movement accelerated from time to time to give way to stronger pressures on the wood, crushing her little, squeezing her thighs. Short of breath.

At that moment I distinguished some annal contractions that I could not interpret at my age.

All this excited me incredibly. I felt butterflies in my stomach and my tail was really stiff. But the accounts coming to an end, I had to resolve to abandon my place of observation to go hide.

I made several observations in each round. And it was the same scenario, identical, as powerful and exciting until she stops having fun with the broom. She put it back in place in the bucket adjusted her dress and continued to count. Maybe she had enjoyed it without me noticing. But I had to finish it too.

The game lost all meaning for me and I ended the game to lock myself in my room and.

It was probably one of the best orgasms of my youth.

I've surprised her at other times, but that's another story.