panty40: “So, Mom and Dad are gone for the night, so I thought I’d make you dinner!” My sister squea
panty40: “So, Mom and Dad are gone for the night, so I thought I’d make you dinner!” My sister squealed excitedly. She was too cute for words when she came up with her brother/sister bonding ideas.“That sounds really great. What are you going to make?” My eyes wandered her body as I waited for her answer. I could never get enough of my little sister.“Chicken Stir Fry. One of your favorites!” She winked at me. I nodded, telling her how much I’d love her to cook me dinner, and she giggled and ran off to her room.Twenty minutes later she returned. My eyes locked on her immediately. Her jeans were gone, but what remained were a very cute, very tight pair of panties. She wore a plain white t-shirt that clung to her skin. I could see how hard her nipples were underneath. And finally, thigh-high socks. She knows all my weaknesses by now. She walked by me towards the kitchen, giving me a sly glance and a wink.She grabbed the small apron off the wall, tying it around herself. All it did was put more focus on her plump little ass. As she made her way through the kitchen, gathering ingredients and turning on the stove, all I could do was watch as her perfectly round bottom bounced with every step. I started to rub my cock through my jeans as I let my eyes wander. She glanced over to me occasionally, seeing the state she put me in, and smiling before returning her focus to the preparation of dinner.I watched her as she cut the chicken, then placed the pieces in the hot frying pan. The sizzling chicken was enough to cover the sound of my footsteps as I snuck up behind her. I put my hand on her shoulder, startling her for a moment. “Hey! The kitchen is for chefs only! Get out of her” She mocked, but I didn’t leave. I brushed her hair off her shoulder, exposing her neck. I leaned down and pressed my lips against the sensitive skin. She moaned and closed her eyes, absentmindedly stirring the chicken. As I planted wet kisses all over her neck, one of her arms reached up, wrapping itself around my head. “Oh god that’s good…” she groaned as she ran her fingers through my hair. The hand holding the spatula slowed the more I kissed her, too distracted to keep stirring. And when my left hand crawled up her belly, under her shirt, and grasped one of her breasts, it fell from her hand, landing noisily on the floor. “Fuck…” she muttered as my hand groped her perky breast.My right hand was rubbing her lower back, then slid it down, under the back of the panties. She gasped as my finger made its way down her crack, between her glorious cheeks. “Where do you want it…” I whispered into her ears. She bit her lower lip and moaned something under her breath. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” I teased my finger against her puckered little hole.“In my ass. Please, fuck my ass.” I pushed inside, which made her slap her hand down on the counter, supporting herself up as my finger invaded her asshole. “Oh god, fuck me!” She breathed. I started pumping my finger in and out of her ass, still kissing her neck and groping her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple. I saw her hand slide under her panties, and she started furiously rubbing her clit as I fingered her ass. “Oh god, you couldn’t have waited till after dinner?”“No.” I said simply. “Cum for me.” My little sisters body began to shutter, and legs shaking. I put my arm around her waist, holding her up but still pumping my finger in her ass as she rubbed her pussy. She moaned in my arms, drooling as her orgasm spread through her body like a wild fire. Her thighs quivered and her ass squeezed around my finger as filth slipped from her mouth. “Shit, fuck… Fuck my ass, please!”When she finally came down and was able to stand up on her own again, she turned to me, legs still shaking and unsteady. She smiled weakly at me and hugged me.As I held my little sister in my arms, my nose picked up something that, in our lust haze, we hadn’t noticed until now. We both looked at the frying pan at the same time, and sighed. “We burned the chicken…” I said apologetically. “Sorry, sis.”She just smiled. “It’s OK. We can just order out tonight.” She grabbed the pan, and set it down in the sink, and turned off the stove top. Grabbing the phone off the wall and handing it to me, she said “Here, you call. I’m thinking pizza. And while we wait for them to get here…” she reached her hand to the bulge in my jeans, rubbing it and licking her lips.I just hope he payed for it. It was his fault after all. ;) -- source link