My Pussy Is Better

Fbailey story number 723


My Pussy Is Better


My sister knows that I look at naked women on the Internet for a while after we are sent to bed. Sometimes she comes in and looks at them too.

Then one night when she was looking over my shoulder she said, “My pussy is better.”

I laughed and asked, “Really…you’re only thirteen…how can your pussy be better?”

Bridgett whispered, “Because you can’t touch her pussy.”

By the time that her statement had registered she was gone.

I had trouble getting to sleep that night, thinking about my sister.

In the morning I looked at her across the table as we ate breakfast. With Mom there I couldn’t say anything. Then we headed in two difference directions for school. Bridgett went to Catholic school while I went to the regular school. She always looked cute in her uniform. So did a few of her girlfriends.

After school Bridgett avoided me. Then it was bedtime. Our parents always sent us to bed early so that they could relax and do things without us around.

That night I was looking at naked women again when Bridgett came in and looked over my shoulder.

Once again Bridgett said, “My pussy is better.”

I didn’t turn around but I said, “Because I can touch it.”

Bridgett giggled and said, “Yes, you can. I’m not wearing any panties if you want to touch my pussy now.”

I slowly turned around in my computer chair and faced her. She had put her school uniform back on knowing how much I liked to see her in it. She was not wearing a bra under an old thin white blouse that she had outgrown a couple of years ago. The buttons between her breasts were strained and the material puckered.

I tentatively touched her knees with my hands…both of them. I started to raise my hands thinking that she would run…but she didn’t. I raised my hands up further. As I approached her waist I was expecting to feel her normal cotton panties but I felt nothing. So I raised my hands and her skirt up until I could see her pussy.

That was the very first pussy that I had seen in person. My sister had light brown hairs growing on her mound and down the sides of her pussy. The hairs were parted to show off her slit.

Bridgett said, “Go ahead…touch it.”

That was what I had wanted to hear, my sister giving me the go ahead, so I reached one hand over and ran my thumb through her soft fur. Then I ran my finger down her slit. My sister spread her feet to give me better access. When I brought my finger back up her slit I slipped inside a little. She was moist in there. When I got to the top I hit a bump and she squealed in delight.

Bridgett said, “Oh yes, I just knew it would feel wonderful.”

I asked, “What did I hit?”

Bridgett giggled and said, “Mommy calls it my clitoris but the girls in school call it their clit or sometimes their love button.”

I was rubbing it gently when she said, “If you slide your finger down lower there is a hole there that your cock is supposed to go in.”

I asked, “Where did you hear the word cock?”

Again she giggled and said, “Not from Mommy, that’s for sure.