I was just rubbing my penis to pussy.After 10 minutes I just leaked inside my underwear.She didn’t spoke.I came out.After one week.Again I repeated ...his formula.One day I took courage and hold her hand and placed a kiss on her lips..She slapped me..And told what are you doing?????? I told sorry sister.She became silentNext day I went near her doing same thing.Now I wanted so badly..So pulled her to room and pushed her to the bed.I had a condom took last night..And started kissing her..And. Instead, she stopped short, leaving me aching with desire, my nipples so stiffly erect that they were thrusting through the fabric of my bra and my figure-hugging lambswool sweater like miniature missiles, primed to detonate. Tamar got out of the car and came round to my side, opening the passenger door and extending a hand to help me out. I appreciated the gesture, partly for its combination of elegance and assured possessiveness, and partly because my legs felt like jelly and I was not sure. They're not bad at all, still firm with rosy nipples and I rub them gently, but being sure to not let him know that I enjoy it as well. He hungrily drinks in the sight of me, and because he's been such a good boy, I unzip and let him see the top of my landing strip of pubic hair and his eyes bulge at the sight of it. Oh, too much, he's over stimulated. Time to fix that. "You just couldn't enjoy a little skin, could you? I saw your eyes bulging, and I knew right there that you WANTED me! As IF!. I mean soon after you started to masturbate I saw you do it. It was amazing watching you. Of course I often saw you naked but watching how you fuck your pussy was so exciting… I started to spy on you more often. When I jerk off I think of you fucking yourself. I sometimes even pretend to be your dildo. I hope you are not going crazy about that… I am sorry… He went bright red and looked to the floor. You did what? This is so wrong… I… I am your sister… I know and I am sorry but I… While I was.