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It's late. I can't sleep. The memories of this morning in the barn haunt me. I've been caressing myself for hours. Except for the sight of Andre's sex standing in front of me. What comes to mind most are the screams from my brother while he and his girlfriend were making love. It reminds me of what happened two months ago. It was the beginning of the heat wave and we had gone to the lake. After swimming we sat on the rocks. Sophie had just taught me how to kiss. I was teasing my brother and leaning against him. I don't know what got into him, but his mouth landed on mine. My heart started pounding and instead of slapping him I answered his kiss. My mouth opened and my tongue began to caress his lips. He didn't hesitate to open his mouth in turn and sucked out my tongue. Our two tongues swarmed together, his was warm and searched my lips to the palate, turning and turning around mine. His hands rested on my buttocks. Electrifying my whole body. I didn't know what else to do except to follow the movement. My buttocks were kneaded. His right hand slipped against my hip and landed on my belly. Then it went down to my bikini bottoms, caressing the fabric, and its fingers met my Mount Venus, whose curved shape they followed. I didn't move, my mouth opened without a sound coming out. A moment of silent ecstasy during which I discover new sensations under her caresses through the fabric. The sensation is astonishing, my pelvis follows the movements of his hand, to increase the effects.
His hand goes up slightly, to come down again immediately, but his fingers are inside my swim briefs. They continue to descend against my naked skin. I feel the pleasure rising inside me. Her fingers meet my light fleece, soft and so little abundant. He explores this little fur that electrifies him, and his hand encloses my pubis as if it were taking possession of it. I hiccup, arch my back, open my mouth excessively in search of the breath that I miss. My belly has a movement of contraction. I begin to pant gently, letting the pleasure invade me. Her fingers finally reach my genitals and touch my large lips, burning and swollen, waiting for more precise caresses. Her fingers come and go on them, then along the slit that separates them and that I feel blossoming. Again, I stop moving, all waiting and discovering these sensations. I continue to pant, my chest lifting at a faster and faster pace. I feel his pleasure, discovering it with infinitesimal joy, he takes the opportunity to nibble my lips half-open, I dare not move. He stops in his turn.
His hand must have been embarrassed by the narrowness of my jersey, but I didn't want to take it off. He is looking for an easier access, he starts by removing his hand: I throw him a panicky look, a mixture of panic and disappointment, fearing that the game is over...
- No...keep whispering...
He immediately slips his fingers on the side of my bikini, and quickly finds my belly, my fleece and my swollen lips. My panting resumes, the discovery continues. Freer, his fingers caress my pussy and slide easily along my half-open slit. I know, I feel I'm getting wet. Her fingers graze a nascent bud, tearing me a new hiccup. My pleasure increases even more.
Meanwhile, his other hand had not been idle. She caressed me from my upper thighs to my lower back very gently. The tips of her fingers ran along the top of my groove electrifying the muscles of my buttocks which kept contracting.
Her hand tightened on my sex, pushing her exploration, one of her fingers slipped between the lips of my perfectly lubricated sex, and rubbed the inside of my slit. My clitoris is surely pointing, I feel it vibrating under her middle finger. I moan softly when her finger touches my clitoris. A gentle wave begins to invade me. His thumb reaches my middle finger and gently pinches me, but it's too much for me. An explosion is made in my lower abdomen and goes up to my brain. If I have too much, I push it away violently while I am cumming. It's not the first time but it wasn't as intense under Sophie's fingers. I find myself on the ground, out of breath. My brother smiles at me sarcastically and goes home. I never told him about it and neither did he. But ever since that day I've wanted to...
Maybe I'll tell Sophie about it when I get home later.
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