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"Practicing" with my Baby Sister
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It started out innocently enough. My sister and I started with “doctors and nurses”, and I guess we played “slave” too, and then it was “you show me yours, and I’ll show you mine” behind the garden shed, with her pulling down her panties and me my shorts. And after spending hours and hours together flipping through dad’s stash of dirty magazines, we eventually found ourselves groping and fondling each other clumsily on the plush carpeting in the basement, the provocative centerfolds spread out in front of us. This accidentally morphed into mutual masturbation as she grabbed the stiffness in my cutoff shorts, and I rubbed my hand furiously into the wetness under her thin summer skirt, her legs akimbo and her cheeks glowing in the low basement lighting. As we became a little older, we knew that it was wrong, but inflamed with desire we found an excuse to “practice” with each other so that we’d be better prepared for the real world. With hindsight, it was just one more step along the road of finally giving in to the guilty reality of love and lust that we felt for each other.
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Posted on : Dec 24, 2016
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