“And you’re going to relax, and enjoy the whole experience, and then cum your ass off, so that you’ll be nice and wet for my sperm to have a better chance of getting you pregnant, after I finish fucking you.
“Do you understand me? Or do I have to explain myself further before we get underway?”
“Bring it on, big brother. Make me cum,” Lacey said, as she motioned with her arm for me to join her in the bed, and then suggested to me, “Why don’t you start out with my little boobies, and then work your way down. Would you like that?”
“That’ll work just fine,” I replied.
And I climbed into the bed with Lacey, and began feeling out and sucking on her small breasts. God they were so cute-looking! They formed two perfect circular mounds on either side of her chest, and her reddish-colored nipples were small, too. It looked like Lacey didn’t have any areolas at all, until you looked much closer, and could barely make them out, since they formed a very small darker-colored border around her protruding nipples.
Lacey was a natural blonde, unlike Mom, who had brown hair. I assumed that that was because Lacey’s father, Ben, was a blond-haired, blue-eyed guy with a Germanic/Swedish family background.
Unfortunately for my dad, Mom always had a thing for blond-haired and red-headed guys. And so when Dad let her choose the man that she wanted to cuckold Dad with, Mom chose Ben. And the rest is history.
That explained why my little sister didn’t look like Mom at all. She didn’t have Mom’s big tits, or Mom’s silver-dollar-size puffed-out nipples, or Mom’s large body frame, or Mom’s wide child-bearing hips (basically, Mom had an hour-glass figure).
Instead, Lacey had turned out sporting her father’s recessive genes, along with the small tits, and boyish body shape, and petite body size that came with those genes. And did I mention Lacey’s light powder-blue eyes, with those jet-black pupils that looked like they were staring right into your soul?
Basically, my little sister was a gorgeous woman in anyone’s book. She could have easily been a model, if she had wanted to–expect for the fact that, at 5 foot 4 inches, she just wasn’t tall enough to walk the runway.
If it sounds like I was infatuated with my little sister, I was.
And you should’ve seen what Lacey’s pussy looked like. On a scale of 1 to 10, it was a definite 10 in my book! Her pussy was a perfectly-formed, drastically-puffed-out, rounded mound of flesh, with a perfectly-straight, vertical crack running right down the middle of it, looking just like she had a miniature butt down between her legs, right in front of her real butt. And when her vulva was in its normally closed-up state, Lacey’s two super-fleshy outer pussy lips totally hid all of her inner pussy parts–including her two inner labia, and even her entire clitoris–from view.
Lacey’s whole pubic area was completely covered in soft, downy pubic hair that you could barely make out, unless your face was just inches away from it. So even though Lacey didn’t shave her pubic area at all, from a short distance away, it still looked like she did.
Lacey also didn’t shave her underarms, because she didn’t really need to in order to look attractive. If she were to raise her arm up in a strapless dress, you still wouldn’t notice the fine coating of light blonde body hair in her armpit area. Many girls would consider Lacey to be very lucky, because she didn’t have to shave her body hair in order to look pretty, like other girls have to.
So anyway, I was sucking away on Lacey’s small nipples, and I reached down into her crotch, stuck my fingers up into the crack of her pussy, and I began gently rubbing her clit, and feeling out her inner and outer pussy lips, while she just lay there, enjoying what I was doing to her–this time, with her eyes open and a big smile on her face, as she was watching me do it.
Then I worked my way down her abdomen, kissing it all the way down, until I pulled open the crack of her pussy with my fingers, and I stuck my tongue out and started licking the head of her clitoris. She moaned, and I could tell that I was really starting to turn her on.
So I licked further down her opened-up crack, and darted my tongue in and out of her vaginal entrance several times, before slowly making my way back up her pussy crack to lick her piss-hole, and then suck on her inner pussy lips as best as I could, considering how small they were.
Lacey’s two cute-looking inner pussy lips were so small that they were almost non-existent, looking more like little ridges of skin that were connected to the underside of Lacey’s clit at one end, and then forming an upside-down “V”, as the small ridges of skin spread apart to each side of her crack, only to disappear entirely about halfway down the length of her pussy crack, leaving her vaginal entrance totally exposed whenever her fleshy outer pussy lips were pulled apart.
Anyway, after sucking on Lacey’s two small inner pussy “ridges” for a little while, I moved all the way back up to the front of her pussy crack in order to suck on her clitoris again. And I noticed that she was moaning much more–and much louder–than she was before. And that was a good thing. It was finally time to pull out the big guns.
So I gently eased two of my held-together fingers (my middle finger and my ring finger) up into my sister’s small, tight vagina, and searched for the rough-skinned G-spot area on her urethral tube with my fingertips, just like I had done with Mom the day before in the kitchen. And it didn’t take me very long to find Lacey’s G-spot, either.
“There it is,” I announced to Lacey. “You see, you are human after all, and you do have a G-spot, just like other women do. So buckle up and let’s take a little ride together, shall we?”
“Oh shit!” was the only phrase I heard come out of Lacey’s mouth as I began working my magic on her G-spot. And within a few minutes, I had done the impossible. I had made Lacey orgasm strongly in front of me.
It was obvious to me that it wasn’t a super-strong, earth-shaking type of orgasm. But I could feel the muscles surrounding Lacey’s vaginal entrance as they rhythmically and repeatedly tightened down around my two fingers, and then relaxed again. And I could tell from her facial expressions that she was orgasming strongly, and I could hear the unintentional vocalizations that were coming out of her mouth, while she was doing that.
But of course, I just kept on going. Rubbing away at her little G-spot cum-button with my fingertips. Because I didn’t just want to make Lacey orgasm strongly. No, sir. I wanted to make my little sister see God! I wanted to make her orgasm so hard that she squirted all over the bed. I wanted to make Lacey wish that I was her husband, instead of Tim.
And so I kept on relentlessly rubbing away at Lacey’s G-spot, and then later energetically finger-fucking the crap out of her vagina, until I finally accomplished my goal.
And Lacey screamed out before she began squirting all over the bed between her spread-apart legs. It was quite the sight to behold.