Becky cranked up the music loudly and the three of us headed to camp. Becky was ignoring us completely as she sang along with the car radio. In the ba...k seat Rob and I were going crazy. Rob started with graphic descriptions on how big his sisters boobs were. We looked into each others eyes and mouthed the word "nipple" at the same time.I yelled at Rob wanting to know why he hadn't told me about his sister before. All he could say was that she had changed a lot since the last time he saw her.. I decided to call, and found she was going for a walk. We met. She walked. I rode slowly beside her. We talked. We clicked. And when we parted and we kissed. But not on the lips – that was her rule. Never, never on the lips. So we did it like on the continent, as they say. A kiss on each cheek, and then goodbye.The next week (that brings me to the start of my story, where I said I had just met her two weeks before, for those who care about a timeline), it was early Saturday afternoon. I was out. I moved her right leg up which allowed me to stick my mouth right into her sweet crotch. My tongue quickly found its way to her clitoris and vagina and her moans only quickened my tongues movements. I was grabbing ass and pulling it to my mouth.She didn’t cum, but begged me to stop and allow her to show her talents. I subsided and allowed her to move forward. She made quick work of removing my pants and boxers as she kissed on my chest. My penis was throbbing from minute one and it was as. Many a time I knew she wore blouses without bra and that she never wore panties in her life. None of this nakedness ever provoked my sexes, believe me. I used to be very obedient son serving his Mom. But I masturbated ever since I got by puberty. Never ever my Mom sneaked into my fantasies even then. What made me think of her? During my masturbation sessions I developed fetish for her clothes. I held her sari, bra and petticoat when I masturbated and this became an obsession later on. I must.