My slut of a sister

My sister has been a sexual person since I can remember. The first memory of my sister being sexual was when I was six and she was four. My sister was what you would consider to be cute; she had brown hair and green eyes and a smile that my parent called contagious. We were sitting in front of the TV on the floor watching a children’s program, I was lying on my stomach while my sister was sitting on her bottom. I was hear weird noises coming from the side of me so I turned my head and saw my sister grinding her pussy on the carpet. She had her legs spread wide in a V and was grinding her clit into the carpet. I had no idea what she was doing at the time, me being six and all, so I called to my parents thinking she was going to pee on herself. When my parents came rushing in the room my sister had stopped grinding into the carpet, I think I scared her when I called to my parents, so I had to explain what she was doing. My sister thought she was going to get into trouble by my parent so she quickly explained that she was just trying to make herself feel good. My parents then explained to me that sometimes kids experiment with their bodies to see what feels good and that it was natural. My mom then told my sister that she could only do that at home because it wasn’t appropriate for a young girl to do that in public.

So some would say that this doesn’t in fact make my sister a slut but when added to all of her other experiences I think you will agree that she is indeed a slut.

The Washer Machine:

The next experience is when were helping our mother with the laundry. At the time we were five and seven. My sister was still humping the carpet but only at home. As we were helping my mother with the laundry my mother pick my sister up and sat her on top of the washer machine so she could fold the towels. I was separating the whites from the colors when the phone rang.

“I’ll be right back!” my mother said as she ran to go answer the phone.
My sister and I continued to do our task when all of a sudden the washer machine started the spin cycle and my sister stopped folding towels and spread her legs in a V like she did when she was on the floor. Only this time she was moaning louder than she did when she was on the carpet. She was so into what she was feeling she started humping the washer like she was possessed by something. I was so captivated by her that I just stared at her while she pleasured herself. She finally was at her big climax moment (but I didn’t know this at the time) because she was rolling her head around and moaning really loud, she even bit her lip so hard that she cut her lip. When her ordeal was over she was shaking. My mother picked that moment to come back into the laundry room.

“Sorry about that you two… Jeremy are you okay?” I obviously had a look of shock on my face from what I just witnessed.

“Yeah mom I’m fine” I went right back to separating the clothes so that my mom would drop the subject. But I couldn’t help looking at my sister to see how she was doing. She was still shaking but not as much as before and she had a glazed look on her face.

“Mommy can I go to my room I don’t feel good” my sister asked my mom who then put all of her attention on my sister.

“Yeah Kendall no problem” my mom picked my sister up and carried her to her room. When they left I looked on top of the washer machine and saw a wet spot. It really confused me so after my mother left my sister’s room I went in. She was sitting on the bed curled on her side rubbing her legs together.

“Hey Kendall you okay? What happened to you in the laundry room?” she sat up and looked at me.

“I don’t know Jeremy it felt really good. Like when I rub against the carpet but better… but… I don’t know I can’t even explain it.

After that she would wash a pair of socks just to feel the washer machine rock her to orgasm.

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