We rarely wore many clothes around the house, especially during summer. I would not usually wear a shirt, and she would often wear a bathing suit top ...ith very short denim shorts or something. I would look down at her cleavage a lot, and she would often catch me. She would never let it slide either. She was never angry about it, but would never let it go by without some comment, like “hey I’m your sister” or “I should be charging you for that”. Fortunately, she never saw when I was staring at. I went inside the room. She noticed it and was calm. She was busy in front of the mirror of her dressing table applying lipstick, kajal, etc. I was lost by looking at her beauty. I couldn’t stop myself. I hugged her from the back. We both were looking at each other in the mirror.My left hand was on her waist, caressing her bare skin. I could notice goosebumps on her skin. Within no time, I started to kiss her neck joint and shoulders. My left hand was already on her navel. She was completely. No matter how sore my throat got, no matter how cramped my jaw felt, I never stopped until they were either begging or cumming. Oliver had his hands in my hair, not pushing my head down, just holding. I took him all the way in and stayed there, letting my throat choke on his delicious dick before I slowly made my way back up. Popping him out of mouth, I licked along the ridges and veins for a while to be a tease before letting him fall back into my mouth until it was full again. I started up. Sex with an average girl is nice, but making love to Her would be the ultimate pleasure.Yes, there is no mistake. It's not merely her, but Her with a capital letter, a hasted breathing and a sweet pain somewhere in the chest almost to the point of fainting. Doe. The mere name raised my spirits. I'm not going to tell you what she looked like or what character she had. Imagine the perfect girl of your dreams, not those cheap sleazy dreams you have about buxom blondes and foxy teens, but the high.