That would have been hot. Sure, we'd masturbated in the same room—we were twins—but we never did it together. We just... pretended the other wasn'... fingering her twat.Now...Debra broke the kiss and then threw her leg over my face. I stared up at her brassy bush stained in pearly cum. I'd given a blowjob before, so I knew what cum tasted like. But I'd never licked pussy. I breathed in.My sister smelled like I tasted.“You got to pop her cherry,” moaned Debra as she lowered her pussy to my hungry. But don’t worry if you can’t make it, I wouldn’t want to put you out.”“Well I haven’t got anything on, Mark will be at work so unless mum wants me for anything I’ll be here. Okay.”“Okay thanks Wishes.” I said happy with the thought that I would see her again.“I like the way you say that.” she said with an impish grin.“Say what?” I was confused and felt my face redden.“My name, nobody can ever say it and keep a straight face. Most people just call me Chez.”“Chez?” I was getting more confused. It was something I knew in my soul.Santa was a toymaker, so to emulate him, I read on how to make toys, from books in the library. Even before kindergarten, I was making simple toys for other children in my neighborhood. I lived in a very poor area of a large city. Any crude toy was appreciated by my friends.As I got older, my craftsmanship improved. I built yoyos, racecars, stuffed dolls, and wooden menageries.My birthday was on December twenty-fifth; and starting the eve of my fifth birthday,. I felt her hand guided my hand towards her pussy above under garment. It was totally wet. I inserted hand through the underwear but it was tight. Without asking she herself removed her underwear by seated position and again sat in the same position to give more access to her pussy. I started to feel her wet pussy. I inserted my finger and she too guided with her hand to give her masturbation. It continued for long time. The saree was lifted high above the thigh by only shawl covering above it..