I was getting closer to the point of eruption and a image of a volcano speed through my mind.He suddenly stopped and I almost gasped in disbelief, he ...emoved his mouth and replaced it with his hand, curling his fingers around the shaft. He then continued but this time using a slow rhythmic up and down motion of his hands. This new phase he was taking me on was exquisite, quite different from a few moments ago when I thought he would finish me this way. On the upstroke he was gentle but when he. . Please like and comment there will be more experiences to follow. All my stories are true. This will be an on going series of my different encounters with my sister. It all started in a summer in the late 90s, we were out of school for the year. We spent a lot of time home alone, due to the fact we lived on a ranch in Ohio. My sister, Caitlyn, was a year younger than me. (Brad,is my name). At the time, we were the same size, she hit puberty way before I did. She was 510,130 pds,brown eyes,. I never had liked him. The girls took note of me too, but for different reasons."She looks like she stepped out of a Glamour magazine," I heard Kim Locke whisper to Paula Julio. There was envy in her voice. When I was a boy, I had thought that Kim Locke was one of the hottest girls at our school. Now she was jealous of my looks. 'What would they think if they knew I was Shane Fletcher,' I asked myself. I was a little nervous at this thought, wondering if anyone might figure out my secret.. I was dumbstruck and went on her toes begging not to tell about this to anyone. But she wasn’t listening even a single word.I was begging at her toes and crying out loud and told her that I can do anything for her if she won’t tell our parents. She thought for a minute and asked me, “Anything?”I said, “Yes sister, I will do anything”.She said, “Ok. Then you need to be my slave whenever we are alone inside the house. Also, in the morning after waking up and before sleeping, you need to drink my.