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While searching through my Grandparents attic my sister and I came across my Grandfather’s old journal. What we found in it shocked us… and turned us on. I parked the car just as the movie was about to play. These drive in theaters were amazing. Little sis wanted to see a movie, so I brought her to see a replay of Casablanca. We settled in and tuned the radio to the right station. The lights went down and the movie rolled onto the screen. All throughout the movie we noticed different kids our age making out. What if their parents saw them? I thought as the movie played on. Little sis looked great in her dress. She was the perfect little angel. All the fellows at school would eye her all the time. Every time they did I would tell them to back away. They mocked me, asking if I had a crush on her or something. Near the end of the movie, the sexual tension had risen to nearly unbearable levels. I had always seen my sister as a woman, not my sister. The way the moonlight hit her that night made skin glow, and her eyes sparkle. She seemed to have picked up on the tension too, jokingly saying, “Its too bad brothers can’t kiss their sister. I feel like we’re missing out almost.” istanbul travesti I looked her in the eyes and quoted Humphrey Bogart saying, “there’s always Paris.” She giggled as I leaned over slowly and pecked her on the lips. Quickly I pulled back and let out a nervous cough. I looked over after a minute and saw her face was flushed red. Either she was really angry, or blushing a lot. I quickly got my answer as she turned her head and smacked me across the cheek. “What was that for?” I asked, knowing the answer. “That’s for pulling away,” she said, “and THIS is for being brave.” She leaned in and pressed her soft lips tightly against mine. Her kisses were sweeter than anything I had ever tasted before. I placed my hand on the back of her neck as the kiss carried on. The longer the kiss went on the more heated it got. After a while I could feel her tongue pressed to my lips. I opened my mouth and gladly let her in, pushing my tongue into hers, tickling the roof of her mouth. This must be French kissing, I thought. After our tongues danced around for a little while I had an idea. I sealed my lips around her tongue and began to suck. istanbul travestileri She giggled as I sucked slowly on her delicious tongue. It must have felt amazing, by the sound of her gentle moans. As people began to drive away we realized the movie was over. We broke our kiss apart, looking at each other and blushing. The drive home was long, so Ma and Pa knew we would be late. “They’re going to be asleep when we get home anyways, so lets take a little detour,” I said, with a mischievous smile on my face. “You want to go to lovers lane, don’t you?” She knew me well enough to know what I was thinking at that point. I nodded my head as she bit her bottom lip, pondering what we were about to do. “Okay,” was all she could say. She was blushing more than I had ever seen her blush before at this moment. Everyone knows what kids do up at lovers lane. We parked the car and began the ritual. It starts with a kiss. And oh what a kiss it was. She got more and more adventurous as the kissing went on. She would nibble at my bottom lip, and suck on my tongue for minutes at a time. I placed my hand on her side, tugging at her shirt. Louis travesti Armstrong’s rugged voice crooned out Mack the Knife as we began to move even faster. Our lips broke apart and Marge got out of the car. She was the most gorgeous girl in school, she was my sister, and she was all mine. I got out and retrieved a blanket from the trunk, spreading it out on the grass. There we lay, underneath the stars, and the moon, their light making everything glow with vibrant energy. Marge got on her knees, crossing her arms in front of her and lifting her shirt over her head, and gently dropping it to her side. She wasn’t wearing a bra that night, almost like she knew this would happen. Her wonderful pale breasts glowed in the moon. “I heard my friend at school tell me about this thing she did to a boy, and I .. umm… want to try it on you. IF you don’t mind,” her genuine shyness caused her to stutter and blush. “You can do anything you want to do to me. I’m all yours, tonight, and forever!” She reached her hand out, undoing my belt, and unzipping my pants, sliding them down to reveal my boxers, my penis was outlined underneath them. She looked up from her position, looking for permission to go further. I put my hand on hers, and placed it on my cock, showing her that she can go on. She pulled my boxers down, letting my cock stand like a flagpole. She leaned forward, pulling my foreskin back, and kissing the tip of my penis. “I’m sorry if I don’t do this properly…
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