Mobile versionIn this post I want to talk about our case.
A conversation with my sister herself helped me completely restore the picture, her last visit. Because some details, such as the towel indicated below, and the game itself, completely went over my head. I was about 8 years old, my sister was 3.5 years older than me.
Probably, when children of opposite sexes go to bed in the same room, the likelihood of incest is only a matter of time.
It all started with my sister.
Summer, mid 90s It's vacation, the two of us are at home.
One day, my sister comes up to me and offers to play a game...
-Let's play "statue"?
-Come on! How to play it?
-Look, you and I will be like... statues! I will be below, and you will be on top, we will lie and not move, as if they are looking at us in a museum.
When one of us says: “Night” we begin...to move.
-Come on !
-We need to undress!-with these words she threw off her dress and was left in only light panties.
-Okay,- I took off my pants and T-shirt, waiting for further instructions.
- Lie down on me! - She lay down on her tummy right on the carpeted floor.
I obediently followed her order, and we merged into one... “statue”
- Look, it’s daytime, and on us people are watching. When I say: “night!” this means that we can move.
-Good!
-Night!- and with this word she began to wave under me, and I began to rub my pussy against her ass. Somehow she quickly felt... “ticklish” from below.
“Day!” she said, and we stopped.
This was her first orgasm from... our frictions.
Next “Day” I already said, and after a few pushes I experienced an incomprehensible, but such an awesome feeling.
This became our new game. One day we decided to play without panties. That's when I touched her soft ass with my pussy for the first time. My small penis rubbed between her buttocks, and I immediately remembered her intoxicating and dizzying smell from below.
This was the first stage towards our inevitable full-fledged intercourse.
We were both drawn to more... And we began to touch ourselves against each other. Right on the floor, apparently afraid to leave even a hint on our sofa. They undressed, sat down, she put a towel under her, and began to rub her crotch between her legs back and forth. I was fiddling with my pussy. And so on until orgasm... Several times.
Then I persuaded her to “insert.” She really wanted, she was afraid, but our lust could no longer be stopped.
And he inserted... During our sex, she did not stop rubbing herself with her hand below, saying that this was the only way it felt good for her. I didn’t have any sperm, it wasn’t released yet. Therefore, at the moment of orgasm, the penis simply throbbed. Only now I understand how dangerous it was.
Since then, the words “play with a statue” no longer meant harmless friction in panties, but full-fledged and passionate protracted sex.
We have our own “signal”. They showed each other a gesture, two fingers, middle and index
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and began to bring them together and breed them together. Walking, riding a bike, or just being alone, when one of us showed this signal to the other, it meant only one thing. Sometimes, just about to leave us alone, I already saw my little sister showing me
