I’d get her all worked up so she just had to have a taste of it or go mad! I’d do her just as nice as she did me. I’d tease and play with hers... and I’d just ever so lightly kiss hers. I’d do it so lightly she wouldn’t be able to tell if I’d actually kissed it or if she just imagined I had! I’d breathe on hers ever so lightly. Then I’d run my long manicured nails up and down the area just outside where she shaves around it. –Of course hers would be just as bald and slick and silky as mine. Holding his breath as he allowed his fingertips to brush the base of her boob before he quickly slid his hand away. Michelle made no noticeable response to his move. She laid there with her eyes closed; maybe she had just dismissed it as an accident, Mike told himself. Gaining confidence Mike again slowly slid his hand to her side. He rapidly alternated his stare between the pale side of her boob and her face. He slid his fingertips along the base of her boob, watching to see how she would. I started practice-sucking frozen popsicles or bananas to test how far I could take a hot dick down my throat while messaging my tight virgin asshole. I got pretty good at "sucking a dick", but I just couldn’t push the soft banana up my tight young hole. I had since reached my 10th birthday and I still had not taken more than two of my small fingers up my ass, even with the help of an old jar of Vasoline I found in the linen closet. It wasn't 'til I was helping my mom make a salad that I had. Can I come in? I got a rather cold Yes. In reply. I entered my little sisters room, and saw her curled-up under her blanket. Mind if I sit here? I asked, sitting at the foot of her bed. Actually, could you sit here? asked Sasha, patting the top of her bed, nearer to her. I obliged, and placed my hand on her blanket. Look, Im really sorry that I yelled at you, but you cant do things like that: Im your brother, not your boyfriend. Sasha looked up at me, then hugged me. I lifted her up, and hugged.