Not to long after our mom left for the the weekend my little sister walked into the tv room where I was reading Stephen King’s latest and kind of watching a rerun of the show Blue Bloods. She was wearing a pretty, white baby doll top trimmed with lace, and a pair of matching p******. Where or when she got them and I didn’t care, my god she looked gorgeous. I didn’t even bookmark my page as I set the book on the floor and Turned off the tv. “You look gorgeous.” I told her. Shy had an impish, sultry grin, maybe a little lip gloss and her long, wavy, dark blonde tresses were done up like a movie actress. “God you are so fine Abigail.” She twirled twice with a lilting giggle and then one time more slowly. I stood and we melted together in a kissing embrace. Warm and wet. Hungry lips, our tongues in a loving and familiar, almost desperate dance of lust and desire. She pushed her warm body more firmly into me. My hands and arms all around her lithe, s***, 13 year old body. I was 19 when the backs of my legs bumped the oversized couch and I had to sit. I brought her down with me gently. We made out like the lovers we are. Our hands all over each other. Then she stopped and slowly slid off me onto her knees, to the deep plush rug. The elastic of my shorts and boxers gave no resistance to her delicate fingers and obvious lust. My newly un-restricted semi erection eagerly rose even further to the occasion. Her very warm and wet mouth took nearly third of my now thick c*** right from the start, closing around it and sucking modestly. Swirling her tongue around it’s swollen head. Kissing it. Licking the length of my shaft and then swallowing as much as she could to the back of her throat. Sucking up and down comfortably, not as deeply, swirling her tongue. Making love to my manhood like the way I know that she loves me. Looking up at me, her fantastic emerald green eyes telling me she loved me. I let her know I was ready and she finished my o***** off with just the right touch of extra effort. She held my hand as she stood. I asked her as I stood and held her, “Do you want to go into the bed?” Meaning hers. It was girly and sexier than mine. “Lets stay right here.” with a lecherous smile. I turned us around as we made out and pulled her frilly top over her head. I kissed her entire upper body suckling and fondling her smaller B cup breasts on my way down to my knees. I looked up at her as I pulled her lacy p****** down her strong, slender thighs. She grinned like a nervous and excited school g****** a first date. I could smell her s** before she stepped out of her pants and sat down. I began again with her lips and face. Her long slender neck. Her soft shoulders. Her skin was so smooth and warm like a warm peach. Kissing and licking her flat tone stomach. Her m************* with it’s natural landing strip of soft wispy hair. The scent of her made my balls tingle and my d*** begin to notice that it wasn’t done. She is a petite girl to begin with but her little p**** never ceased to amaze me when I saw it up close. It was a very pretty thing compared to most I have seen. Just… pretty, and very, very feminine. She tastes beyond a dream. I remember the first time we made love all the way. So tight and nearly impenetrable. It hurt her but she begged me not to stop. She came with her first i********** which kind of surprised the both of us. We are well beyond that by now, and her flower still as fresh as a blooming rose. I kissed her all over. Slowly teasing her v**** and labia and c*******. Adding a lot of licking and sucking to my kisses. She went crazy and came so hard and loud. Spasms and thrusts and pulling my hair trying to smother me. Just as she began to relax, I grabbed my now large c*** and fed it into her nearly steaming hot, wet, tight c***. She began to o***** in 20 strokes and she kept coming for the 20 or so minutes that I loved her. Slow, fast, hard and soft until I finished A solid 8 inches deep inside her trying not to bruise her cervix.