But that didn't mean my little sister didn't make my dick feel amazing.Oh, no, she squeezed that naughty twat around my dick. She shifted about, worki...g her pussy around it. Pleasure swept through my body in such exhilarating ways. I groaned, my face contorting from the bliss. A big smile crossed my lips as I held my little sister.It wasn't long, of course, before my hands found their way to her small titties. I massaged her little mounds as she squirmed on my dick. Her pussy squeezed around. She moved closer to me our bodies nearly touching, I awkwardly moved my hand onto her breast knowing what she wanted. My inexperience showing in the way I stood stiff and my hand simply lay there. She placed her hand on top of mine and showed me the motion that pleased her. As soon as I grew accustomed to it she thrust my other hand under her satin skirt, no panties stopped my approach. I began to tenderly rub the outside of her pussy as I had seen in porn, my eyes met hers. . "With a wicked grin, Becca pranced down the two steps. "I was joking,"she said, laughing. She walked boldly to Tom, grasped his face betweenher hands, and kissed him passionately. She pulled back after amoment. "Don't you want me?" she purred."Uh," Tom said, "this still seems a bit ... awkward." He felt confusedby the entire deal, but couldn't help that he found her sexy, and thather perfume was tantalizingly sweet."But you _do_ want me, don't you?" She let her hand drop and rub. I accepted their invitation and we dined at a very quaint restaurant just a few blocks from their apartment. Over dinner we had an interesting conversation as they told me about Sweden and I told them about my job and living in Paris. They also wanted to hear about New York as well. After dinner Bjorn asked me back to their apartment for a nightcap and to continue our conversation. I was so comfortable with the couple that I accepted. I said that I would stay for a short while and then I would.