They were both very attractive women and I'd become fascinated, even mesmerized, with my sister Jean in the past year. Actually, fascination is not a ...trong enough term. Our natural affection and apparent mutual horniness had led us into "almost doin' it" several times but so far we'd restricted ourselves, mostly just talking about it with an occasional sexual foray into limited but very intimate touching. Except for the time she gave me a blow job... or the time I kissed her pussy. Yeah, I. Riding bike and chasing each other as they went along.I woke to my alarm going off. I put it off and checked the time. It was 8am on a Friday morning. I apparently forgot to put my alarm off because it was a public holiday. I sat up and looked around my room and opened my curtain and the sun shone brightly in. I closed my curtain again and climbed out of bed. “Dean Honey food is ready” I heard my mom calling down the hall. I wore only boxers and a shirt when I slept. I pulled on some pants and. Playing with you. Playing with your hard cock. Damn, I want it in me right now. I want to be stroking you off and I can’t because you’re not here where you need to be: inside my warm, wet pussy. Can you hear me rubbing my pussy?”I put the phone close enough to my cunt that he could hear the damp, sloshing sound of my furious fingers pumping my gash. I brought it back up to my mouth so I could tease him even more mercilessly.“That’s how wet I am for you right now,” I moaned. “Wet enough to. I quite enjoyed it even though it had been with other girls.From stories I had heard at school, I was extremely curious and anxious to get to know boys better and enjoy some of the things I had heard about what boys did on dates.I was on holidays at home and I had dated this guy and enjoyed his company. I liked him and accepted a couple of other dates with him. On the third date, in his car on the way home, I realised something was different as his technique had changed a little when we kissed.