His Little Sister_(0)

Fbailey story number 694


His Little Sister


Billy was my best friend until he fucked my little sister.

Well, a couple of weeks later it finally dawned on him so he told me that I could fuck his little sister.

Billy and I were bout sixteen and our sisters were both thirteen.

Billy said that he would have my sister Jill talk to his sister Greta about it and set the whole thing up. Yeah, right!

That night Jill came into my bedroom after our parents were sound asleep. We could always tell when they were asleep because they both snore rather loudly.

I was asleep but she crawled in bed with me and shook me until I woke up. Then she gave me a minute to gather my wits about me.

Jill said, “Billy says that you want to fuck Greta. Is that right?”

I said, “Sure! After all he’s fucking you and I’m not getting any.”

Jill laughed, “Billy’s not getting as much as he lets on.”

I asked, “What do you mean. He gets to fuck you every day after school. I’ve heard him in there.”

Jill laughed again and said, “Billy has a hair trigger. He cums before he even gets it in me. Oh sure, he got it in me once and only once. So what! Technically I lost my virginity to him. He feels so bad afterwards that he gives me oral sex and I really like that. Of course you can’t tell anyone about this. He has his macho image to protect.”

I asked, “Will I still get to fuck Greta?”

She replied, “Yes, she really likes you and she knows that I let her brother fuck me. She doesn’t know the whole story either.”

I said, “I can’t wait any longer I really want to fuck someone.”

Jill said, “Then fuck me!”

I said, “What!”

Jill said, “Come on, I need it just as much as Greta does. You can fuck both of us. I don’t mind if you fuck her and I’m pretty sure that she won’t care if you fuck me.”

I looked at her and then I reached over and grabbed one of her small breasts.

Jill giggled and said, “My cunt is a lot lower than that.”

I asked, “Since when did you start calling it a cunt?”

Jill replied, “Billy likes it when I talk vulgar around him. It excites him. Little good that does.”

I slid my hand down the T-shirt that she always sleeps in.