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Two days ago, I had gone next door to return my sisters book of recipes. Now, two days ago I stopped at my sisters back door and knocked.
I called out for Beth or her husband Tom, but heard no response.
I knew her to still be a virgin because her mother had told me so. I could tell that she had just stepped from the shower. Now, I reckon I should have turned away and closed the door. Again, her legs were spread enough to give a good rear-few look at her pretty pussy-mound. Thankfully, Id been able to straighten out my bulging cock while watching her ass jiggle down the hall. The crack of her naked ass wrapped around the stiffened shaft straining my jeans. I then loosened my grip and her body slid down against me. Meggie turned toward me with the cookbook in her hands. Instead, she took it to the kitchen table and laid it down. She was still talking as I found the nipple with my fingers. I had lifted her off my leg and sat her in my lap astride both legs with her back against my chest.
And, Meggie was standing there jaybird-naked trying to dry and comb her tangled-blonde hair. That girl might be short and skinny, she might be young and not all that pretty, but damn she had a well-toned body! She opened the door to a lower cabinet and bent over to look in. I wasnt all that tall myself, only 5-foot- 10, but I could have easily reached the shelf myself. Instead, I stood behind her, placed my hands on her slim waist, and lifted her nude ninety-pound, 4-foot-9 body easily. I held her ass against my cock for a few seconds longer. I think she was telling me about how easy it was to fix a meal using the recipe, when my right hand touched her ass and my left hand cupped a tit.
She looked at me with innocent eyes and whispered softly, Uncle Jake, would you want to kiss me? Again, our tongues mouth-fucked each other until we could hardly catch our breath.
She tossed the brush aside in a gesture of surrender. From this frontal view, I could tell that my initial assessment of her pubic-mound was correct. Id say they each would probably fit perfectly inside a coffee cup. It was then that I knew for sure that the girls mother was right. I had my sisters innocent, virginal daughter strip-stark-naked sitting in my lap.
Her lips still had the lingering sweet-sour taste of dill pickles. This time our lubricated lips met with sweet, wet, shattering passion. I was tongue-fucking her mouth and she was tongue-fucking mine. She unbuttoned it, and then the next and the next button. The sweet, adolescent bud stiffened inside my mouth. Meggie moaned and arched her back thrusting her magnetic mammary mounds tightly against my mouth. At 40, I was too old to be deflowering adolescent virgins. I found the bellybutton and made a tickling, teasing exploration. Meggie moaned softly, and then moaned again louder. Her voice spoke in a husky whisper, Oh God, Uncle Jake that feels nice.