Date: Wed, 02 Jun 2004 09:12:25 +0000 From: Tammy Lismore Subject: My Little Sister 3 And a third chapter. All comments welcome to: Tammikinz@hotmail.com Happy reading! Tammy Lismore. Chapter 3 - A night-time visit During the day, I didn't seem able to get the morning's excitement out of my mind. Images of it kept coming back to me, quite unprompted. I kept re-living the sensations, my body frequently becoming semi-aroused as a result. At least a couple of times in the shopping arcade with some friends, my thoughts had drifted off and it had been a little while before I realised. By the time I had, my nips had already started to respond and begun perking up quite a bit! My friends probably didn't notice, but I certainly did. And it made me feel suddenly quite self-conscious. I didn't see much else of Abi for the rest of the day. In the evening, I went to the cinema with a group of friends and by the time I'd got home, it was quite late and Abi had already gone up to her room. I eventually went to bed, and was feeling so aroused still that I slipped between the sheets with nothing on. I love the feeling of cool sheets sliding over bare skin. I lay there for ages visualising again and again the events of the morning, my hand playing gently over my body as I did so. Eventually I was drifting off to sleep when I heard Mum and Dad coming upstairs and going into their bedroom. I wondered if Mum had told him about what she'd seen this morning, both about Abi and me right here on this bed, and about her own masturbation session in her bedroom. She probably had. I'd never known them have much in the way of secrets from one another. I wondered what Dad thought about it. I guessed it probably turned him on as well! I tried to imagine him with an erection - not something I'd ever thought about much before - but I couldn't really. I'd seen him naked often enough in the past, but never like that. It was quite soon after that I heard the first familiar sounds from their bedroom. The odd murmurs, then a little gasp here and there. Then some laughter, and more gasps and sighs. I imagined them lying there, turning each other on. I visualised my Dad's large hands sliding over Mum's firm breasts, the nipples swelling up large and firm like they did this morning, and I could just imagine her pleasure as he did it - I'd seen just how much she loved it when she did it herself! There was another slightly louder gasp from Mum and I imagined my Dad's fingers sliding down to her pussy and stroking her there. My own fingers slid down between my thighs softly stroking the delicate lips. I was wide-awake again now, my ears pricked up listening for every sound. I'm not sure why I was suddenly taking such an interest tonight. It's not as though it was a particularly unusual event - I'd heard them many times in the past. But somehow this time I felt a lot more involved, and quite aroused by it - not something that had ever happened before really. I suppose it was all down to the experiences with my Mum this morning. It was no longer just a case of disembodied sounds - we'd actually seen how it affected her. The sounds were increasing now and I heard a loud grunt from my Dad. Had he just pushed it in? I remembered the big black vibrator this morning and tried to picture what it would be like for my Dad's cock to be doing that instead. It was difficult. I found myself longing to see what it looked like. My fingers eased between the slippery lips as my imagination raced away. I was quite turned on again now and wanted to hear better so I quietly got out of bed, pulled my night shirt on over my head, and very carefully opened my bedroom door. Then I tiptoed along the landing until I was just outside their door. It was of course closed, but I could still hear quite a lot by standing up close to it. There seemed to be a lot of movement now. The bed was creaking quite a bit, and I could hear a lot of sighs and moans of pleasure coming from both of them. There were also quite a lot of mutterings which I couldn't really quite make out. And then suddenly there was a louder "Oh, yessss" from my Mum, just like we'd heard this morning. And then, quite clearly, she moaned "Harder! Harder!" followed by louder grunts from my Dad. I found it really exciting to listen to and I now had a vivid picture in my mind of my Dad pushing in and out, faster and faster. Of course, it might not have been like that at all, but that's how it sounded, and I found myself feeling really close to my Mum and feeling really happy that she was enjoying herself so much. I could hear the pace increasing now and sensed that they were nearly there. The noises were getting louder as well, mostly from Mum, who was obviously having a great time! A lot more cries of "Oh, yessss!" or similar, before eventually a wilder cry of "Oh my God, I'm coming!" And then my Dad's grunts rapidly increased in volume and suddenly he let out a long strangulated cry as well. I was so involved by this stage that I was almost coming myself! I quietly tiptoed away from the door before their breathing quietened. I didn't really want them hearing me just now. I saw the door to Abi's room as I turned back towards my own and had a sudden urge to go and see her. I told myself it was just to tell her about what I'd just heard, but of course it was a bit more than that really. I really wanted to feel her body against mine, to press my tingling nips up against her, to feel her lips on mine like this morning. I was very turned on again and I needed her to get me off! So I very cautiously pressed down on the handle of her door and eased it open. I didn't want Mum or Dad to hear and I didn't really want Abi to hear either, at least, not until I was in the room with the door closed. The door opened quietly and I slipped inside, then closed it again, equally carefully. I had expected it to be pitch dark inside but it wasn't. There was a slight gap in the curtains and a shaft of moonlight was shining in from the nearly full moon outside. The moonbeam shone right across the middle of her bed so that I could easily see her sleeping form and, as my eyes slowly adjusted, I could just make out the tousled hair on the back of her head in the semi-darkness above. I tiptoed across the carpet to the edge of the bed, pulled my nightshirt off over my head so that I was naked again, and eased myself under the duvet to lie alongside her. She was also sleeping naked and the feel of the warm softness of her bare skin against mine as I slid into the bed was gorgeous. She was on her side facing away from me, but immediately started to stir. I pressed up close and quickly whispered in her ear "It's OK. It's only me!" She made a few incoherent noises and then, as she awoke enough to realise what was going on and what I'd said, she softly giggled. "Liz, what are you doing here? It's the middle of the night!" But as I cuddled up behind her, she quickly warmed to the situation. "Mmm, that feels nice" she murmured, "Maybe this is all a lovely dream" I chuckled. I suppose it must seem a bit like that to her, still half asleep. I'd try to make it a really good dream then! I put my arms around her and pressed up against her, her small firm backside feeling delicious against my heated pussy, the soft skin of her back flattening my tightened boobs. I slid my hands over hers, feeling the small soft swellings, resting them on the still sleeping nipples, and nuzzled my lips into the nape of her neck, drinking in the smell of her hair. She gave a small sigh of contentment and I felt the stirring of life in the soft nipples beneath my fingers. I stroked them affectionately, my lips seeking out her ear and nibbling the lobe, as I pressed my own breasts harder against her soft skin, revelling in the pressure against my already stiff nipples. It was the most gorgeous sensation feeling her swelling nipples betraying her rapidly growing arousal. I stroked and played with them as they grew, larger and larger, firmer and firmer, until they seemed quite out of proportion to the tiny budding breasts beneath. It was almost as though her nipples had matured faster than the rest of her body - maybe they had. Whatever it was, I found it delectable. And now I knew she was no longer half asleep! Her little whimpers of pleasure as I rubbed and squeezed them were a joy to hear and turned me on even more. They weren't only well developed physically; they were marvellously sensitive as well. But then I knew that feeling only too well - mine were just the same. Maybe it was in our genes! I was really enjoying lying like that but Abi, having now woken up properly, wanted to give me a proper hug so she twisted round to face me and we put our arms round each other. Her lips searched out mine and soon her tongue was in my mouth. She'd obviously enjoyed the lesson this morning because she was eager to repeat the experience. And she certainly was eager! Her tongue was like a wild thing in my mouth suddenly, searching out mine and fencing with it. I could feel her hard nips now pressing into my boobs, right beside my own. We shifted back and forth slightly, brushing our nips back and forth against each other. What a great sensation! That dozing little body of just a few minutes before was now alive with arousal. I returned her passion with equal fervour. Of course, I'd been quite hot before I'd even slipped into her bed, so I was quickly taken to even greater heights with Abi's marvellously uninhibited response. I drove my tongue back into her mouth, both of us now dripping saliva. We ground our breasts against each other, the continuously agitated nipples sending delicious fiery tremors through our bodies. And as our excitement increased, the demand of our pussies for attention became impossible to ignore. Our thighs instinctively slipped between each other's and we both thrust forward, eager to get the lovely pressure against them. Our murmurs of pleasure were getting louder and we each gasped at the firmer contact. It was lovely but I remembered our Mum's note of caution this morning. Amidst the gorgeous feelings, there was a slight sense of soreness from our previous sessions. "Abi" I whispered, "Let's take it gently. I'd hate us not to be able to do this again tomorrow!" She giggled, "Oh Liz, I was just getting in to it. OK, I guess you're right. What shall we do then?" "Let's use our fingers, just pressing and squeezing - not too much rubbing. Like the first time this morning - well, I guess it's probably yesterday morning by now!" "Mmm, OK, I guess I could cope with that" she laughed. I slid my hand down her soft warm stomach and on between her thighs. The little lips felt warm and sticky already. I stroked my fingers over them gently and she whimpered in approval. Every now and then, I would take a break from her pussy and softly stroke the delicate skin on the inside of her thighs which she seemed to love as well. And as I did it, she did her best to mimic the moves with me. I felt fire coursing through me - it was lovely. But if possible I wanted to make sure she was ready to come before I got too carried away. So I tried to hold back my mounting arousal as I concentrated on exciting her more. As I ran my finger back and forth between the slippery lips, I gradually let it ease between them. They felt so soft and welcoming, her little hips thrusting instinctively towards me as I probed. I slipped the finger in further, feeling the heat inside. She was really sticky in there now. I pressed softly up inside, just agitating very gently with my finger. She squealed with delight and writhed against me, trying to agitate her nips more at the same time. I felt her finger do the same to me and knew I couldn't hold on much longer. I could feel the dam waiting to burst - it needed just the slightest encouragement. We were both breathing heavily and found it difficult to kiss any more, so our lips were buried in each other's necks. Our bodies writhed below, hot and sweaty, each of us loving both the feel of what we were doing to the other and what was being done to ourselves. I pressed my finger harder up now, squeezing the top of her pussy between my finger and the base of my hand. Another muffled cry came from her lips, her hips thrust sharply towards me and I could sense her body starting to shake as the climax began. She tried to return the favour and it was enough for me. There was an intensely deep feeling of pleasure from my pussy and a rapid escalation in the searing heat which seemed to envelop it. I shuddered with ecstasy as the spasms racked my body and clasped the sweet little thing to me as her own little frame shook with the intensity of the feelings. At last we subsided and lay there in each other's arms as our breathing gradually returned to normal. I felt an indescribable sense of tenderness towards her, and a great feeling of relaxation gradually settled over me. It must have been close to dawn when I eventually woke up and thought I'd better return to my bedroom. I wasn't sure it was a good idea to stay there until morning and anyway, I wasn't sure I would sleep too well in the small bed now that I had woken up again. So I softly kissed the still sleeping form of my little sister and slipped quietly out........