Fantasy Party with Sister

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It was really crazy. Tina was getting giggly, and my cousin was telling her how beautiful and sexy she was. Meanwhile, I was nervous as hell, just trying to figure out what was happening here. Then my cousin leaned over and planted a kiss right on my sister's lips! At first she gasped and gurgled and half-yelped, and I thought I was going to have to pull my cousin away from her and smack him or something. But then she suddenly quit complaining and began kissing him back. Her arms slid around his neck as she did, and I didn't know what the hell to do. I didn't want to watch what was happening, but yet I couldn't tear my eyes away.

As he kissed her, I could see that my cousin's hand was inching closer and closer to my sister's awesome breasts. Then he put his full hand one of them and squeezed and fondled it, before she finally jerked away from him and planted herself firmly in my arms in the intensely quick process.

"Looks like it's your turn," my cousin said to me with a laugh. "Or are you afraid to kiss your own sister that way?"

I didn't know what to do, but I figured my sister was safer kissing me than a guy that was doing his best to fuck her, so I put my mouth on hers. She made a pleasant little sound of surprise, and then kissed me back the same way she'd been kissing my cousin. Her mouth opened and mine opened, and I was thinking what an incredible thing it was to be doing this with her. Then I noticed that my cousin was boldly unbuttoning her blouse as I kissed her, and I just let him. He got back getting her blouse wide open all the way down to her waist before she even seemed to notice what he was doing, and at that point she pulled her mouth away from mine. She looked really sexy then, even though she was my sister, with her brassiere-clad breasts exposed and her waist showing in her opened blouse.

She got really angry then, and told him she must stop his actions, which wasn't decent with her. But I noticed that she didn't do a thing about buttoning her blouse back, even while she was raising her voice. And all the Time she was talking, I was seeing so much of her cleavage that I was having trouble keeping my cock from bursting my pants. She might be my sister but my cock didn't care a bit. Seeing the way her breasts overflowed her brassiere was one hell of an erotic sight! My cousin just laughed at her and offered her another glass and told her she was fun to tease. The next thing I knew he'd not only sweet- talked with sister out of being upset, but she was giggling and letting him kiss her again and her blouse was still wide open.

Then, as they giggled and smooched, my cousin slid his hands behind her, caught her brassiere hook, and undid them. Sister squealed again and jerked away from him and wound up in my arms again in the process, but it was me that stopped her complaints with planting my mouth on hers and I have to admit I was excited and nervous. She whimpered a little and complained to me about what he'd done to her, but she soon stopped complaining and snuggled in for still more smooching.

The scene was way beyond my wildest dreams. This was my own sister I was her lips, and not only did she forget about her unsnapped brassiere, but she began darting her tongue in and out of my mouth as I kissed her. Then I saw my cousin was fondling her legs as my sister and I kissed, and that he was easing her skirt higher up her full, voluptuous thighs.

As we kissed, one of sister's arms moved from my neck, and then came back again. Then she repeated the process with her other arm, and I wondered what she was doing. Then I saw my cousin's hands on her bare shoulders and knew he'd been the one who'd moved her arms and he'd taken her blouse all the way off of her. When I saw her blouse on the floor I almost choked. What her husband would do if he saw what was happening? Here was my prudish sister -- her skirt was almost all the way up to her big, delectable ass. Her blouse was completely off her, and, judging from the look on my cousin's face as he looked at her tits, she was about to lose her brassiere too.

My cock got harder at the thought of those sweet melons being exposed. I told myself I couldn't think those kinds of thoughts about my own sister, but I still thought them anyway. Then my cousin made a smooth move with his hands and Mother gasped, and I knew it had happened. I looked down, and sure as hell, my sister's brassiere was on the floor of the hall, too. Her firm breasts were completely exposed. As I stared at my sister's breasts, with erect nipples. She looked like a young girl rather than a 30-year-old!

I should have tried to stop things. After all, this was my sister that my cousin was undressing. I even thought about that -- as I reached for her gorgeous breasts, unable to resist copping a feel of those lovely melons. Then I touched the stiffness of her erect nipples and she moaned in response to my fingers, and I totally forgot about stopping things. Tina, my sister moaned something about stopping this as I gleefully fondled her tits, but there wasn't any conviction in her tone at all, and I knew she didn't mean a word of it.

Then I saw my cousin's hands moving on her legs. I kept up my movement on her breasts and heard her moan softly. She arched her back to move them tighter into my hands. She didn't seem to notice Max's hands as they slowly moved under her skirt. From her lack of resistance as he slid his hands over her hips, I knew that I'd soon be seeing more than her thighs and tits, and I was all for it. I saw the skirt move up her thighs until her panties were exposed and Max's hand was moving to cover her pubic area.