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No taboo phone sex with my Brother

No taboo phone sex

It was labor day, and I was with the family again.

Just like last time I was bored out of my mind and wanted sex and drugs.

Sadly, my brother’s friend wasn’t here this time so I knew I wasn’t going to get sex from him. My brother maybe… I took one of my pills from my purse and sat next to him.

“Hey.” I said, breaking one of my pills in half. “Swallow this.”

He looked at me funny and asked “What the fuck is it?”

I laughed, leaving the pill with him as I popped my own into my mouth. “Quit being a pussy!” I taunted him, dry swallowing my favorite of the vices and waited for that warm tingly feeling that went all over me.

I’d been laying in the sun enjoying the warmth as I rubbed my arms and sides. I felt sooo amazing. Mom and Dad shouted “We gotta go to the store! We’ll be back soon!”

I waved at them and didn’t say anything and looked over at my brother. His face was flushed and he kept rubbing his arms too. He also had a monster hard on and it looked like he was having such a hard time leaving it alone.

Mmm… I think I had to help with that so I took off my bikini top for him. “Sis! What are you doing? Wait… You’re nipples are pierced?” I giggled at him and pulled on them making myself moan. “Mmmhmmm… You want to feel them?” I asked, watching him. “It’s not all that’s pierced.” he licked his lips, his eyes never leaving my tits. He’s so much younger than me, I’m pretty sure he’d never seen tits for real let alone feel them.

So she couldn’t blame him when he came over and cupped her tits in his hand. The way he tugged on them was just on the border of painful and she moaned, her back arching into his hands. They felt so good on her overly sensitive skin. She smiled at him, touching over her pussy as she hinted. “Would you like to see where else I’m pierced?”

He followed her hands and gasped, a wet spot appearing on his swim trunks. She giggled. “Man… You’re supposed to do that in me.” she teased, his cheeks flushing bright red.

She had so much to teach him…


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