MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 4 SWIMMING (missing pussy eating paragraph)

MY SISTER & THE EXCHANGE STUDENT PART 4 SWIMMING

We rode home, both of us silently sharing a post cum high. We held pinkies in the back seat again, and stole knowing smiles as our mom drove. When we got home, Rach and I went to change. It was a sign of our growing bond that we kept our webcams on continuously. Without any pomp, we watched each other strip. I watched as Rach, smiling, carefully laid her panties, covered in both of our cum, under her pillow. Once we were both naked, Rach came to the computer; to what I had started to think of as our shared window into each other?s privacy. I watched as she opened up the web browser, and typed vibrators in the search. Up came a whole list of links. She picked one and browsed through it for a few minutes. I moved the pointer when I saw something I liked, but she ignored me, intent on her search. She backed out of the link, and chose another. After a few minutes, she found what she was looking for; a little egg shaped vibe, attached by wire to a little butterfly. The butterfly had elastic bands attached to each wing. And there was a cordless remote. Rach opened a little chat window, which was weird, because we could have spoken through the webcams, but I guess our comfort level wasn?t to the stage where she could talk without it feeling weird. I was fine letting her dictate the speed we moved, and so, sat and waited to see what she would write. ?To help you catch up.? She wrote; then ordered it. As she was finishing her order, typing in the credit card number off a prepaid card she had, I took control of the pointer again, and clicked next-day delivery. Rach giggled, and accepted my alteration. She confirmed, and the shipping info estimated delivery by 10am tomorrow.

Rach closed the browser, and typed in the chat ?Swimming at Sharon?s?? Sharon was a friend of hers who?s backyard was kitty-corner from ours, and she had a pool, and Jacuzzi. I typed ?great idea? and got up to grab some nice baggy trunks, knowing what I could be in for. I showed them to Rach, who frowned, and then typed ?Only if you cut out the pockets;)?. Smiling back, I pulled a pair of scissors from my desk and cut out the pockets and liner, and showed them for her approval. She nodded enthusiastically, and hopped out of her chair, her butt popping out, as she left my view. She came back a minute later, with a handful of suits. First she held up, to her beautifully naked body, a one piece mom had bought her, giggling the whole time. I frowned, and shook my head no. She threw them aside, and pulled out the powder blue bikini, the top of which she had worn for dinner last night. They were good, and I gave her a maybe look. Then she pulled out a bikini she had worn two years ago. It wasn?t a string bikini, but was very small, and as she showed me the bottoms, I noticed three things. First, they were very worn and faded. What once hat been a pastel pink, was now almost white, and the chlorine over the past two years, had done its work; it was almost sheer. Second, I could see that, although she was petite, she had grown considerably since this suit was purchased; it was very small and would be tight on her. Thirdly, the fabric covering her butt was done in such a way that, like a string bikini, you could slide the material together at the hips, basically making it a thong. I nodded yes and typed ?Only if you cut out the liner;)? She flashed a naughty grin at me, snipped out the lining, and started putting it on. I sat and watched Rach, doing her best reverse striptease.

I was right that it was too small. Her breasts, while perfectly shaped, were not huge. In retrospect I would estimate B?s, which were plenty big for me, especially on her small body, but she clearly hadn?t developed when this suit fit properly. Her breasts were bulging out the sides, and touched in the center, leaving a beautiful valley. The bottoms were the best part. Even in the dim light of her room, I could see that removing the liner was a stroke of genius. They were so tight that, in pulling them high enough to cover her blond patch, they wedged themselves into her pussy so that her folds and creases were clearly visible. She turned so I could see her but, and I started to have second thoughts on my choice. The relative darkness did nothing to hide the crack of her ass showing through the material, and I could imagine that, in full sun, and wet, the suit would virtually disappear. Wanting desperately to partake of Rach in this suit myself, I just hoped she didn?t go too far on my account. She turned back around to gauge my reaction; my shocked expression was, apparently, just what she was aiming for. She jumped up and down with excitement, giggling in delight, and headed for her door. ?Wait? I blurted, not wanting our mom, or frankly anyone else, to see her like that. She froze, her hand on the doorknob, and looked back at me, a mixture of quizzical shock on her face; quizzical, clearly being as a result of her wondering at my command. Shock, I realized immediately, because we hadn?t communicated verbally through the webcam, and although I?m sure she knew it was available, she either wasn?t comfortable enough yet, or she just preferred a more clandestine relationship. Hoping I hadn?t freaked her too much, and not wanting to push my luck, I typed the rest ?I think maybe mom might not like that suit. She walked back over to her computer, the shocked look, to my relief, wearing off. After reading, she grabbed the one piece, pulled it on over the pink one, and did a pirouette for me to judge. I made the O.K. sign with both hands, and she spun, and resumed her gleeful exit. I snagged two towels on my way past the bathroom, and followed Rach down the stairs. ?We?ll be at Sharon?s? my sister sing-songed to our mom as she passed by her at the kitchen table, on her way to the back door. Mom, looking up from the papers she had spread across the table, said ?u guys look after each other in that pool.? ?We will mom.? Rach said with a slight lilt, turning and winking at me.

We crossed the backyard to the corner that touched the corner of Sharon?s back yard. Rach yanked down the one piece, revealing the pink suit, and pretty much everything else, to the light if day. Not wanting to seem prudish, I let my dick take over the talking. ?WOW!!! I think that suit is illegal.? Smiling with pleasure she said ?To bad you don?t have handcuffs.? and kissed me, long and deep, pressing her nearly naked body into mine. ?You do like it, don?t you?? she said evilly, as she squeezed my dick through my trunks. ?Help me over the fence Big Bro.? she said, standing expectantly at the corner of the yard.
Now I had seen Rach climb over this corner of fence a thousand times, so I knew she was just making an excuse for me to touch her. Happy to comply, I put myself in the very corner of the 6? high fence facing out to Rachel. ?Jungle Jim, at your service.? I said, smiling down at her. She looked me up and down, as if searching for good spots to climb. She told me to squat down some, and barefooted, she started climbing. She put one foot on my thigh, which, I having squatted, was a perfect platform. Then, holding onto my shoulders, she stepped up onto my other thigh with her other foot. She stood straight up, and I was face to face with her barely covered pussy. ?Care to catch up a little?? she said, smiling down at me. I?d love that.? I blurted, anticipating the view. She took her hands off my shoulders and started wiggling the tight bottoms of her bikini down. I put my hands on her thighs to help her balance, and moved my knees closer together so the bottoms would come down easier.

They almost popped off of her ass, and she slid them down to where my hands were holding her thighs, then put one hand on the top of my head, to balance I thought, and brought her other hand to her pussy. She stared making circles around her clit, smaller and smaller, until she brushed it with one finger. “Right there.” She said tapping her clit to each word, her legs trembling ever so slightly with each tap. And then, the hand on my head grabbed more hair than I thought possible from such a small hand, and guided me forcefully to her pussy. Her other hand joined in and I was face to face with Rach’s perfect pussy. It was tan, like the rest of her. The small shock of light blond hair seemed an arrow on a treasure map. Her pussy was smooth and slick, already wet with her juices. Small, and the lightest shade of pink, her inner lips glistened, and i licked them to taste her for the first time. It was light and salty, and maybe a little like strawberries, although I found out later, she had put lotion on just before so my smell might have tricked up my taste.