My heart raced like never before. I’d barely gotten past a kissing and groping in the back of my boyfriend’s car, never even thought of sex with another girl. But here I was with Alex’s older sister settling herself between my legs, kissing my thighs and telling me it’d all be just fine. 

I’d come over to his house with the excuse of doing homework to fool around some more. Lisa had answered the door and told me he was out playing basketball with friends, but invited me in to wait for him. We got to talking, and she offered me a beer from her parent’s fridge as if it was no big thing.

She asked me ‘what my intentions were’ with her brother and I blushed and tripped over an answer and she laughed and told me to relax.

“Well, have you blown him yet?” she asked.

“Um…” I was kind of shocked at the question. She chuckled again.

“I take that as a no. Has he eaten you?”

“Ew! Why would he bite-”

She laughed louder this time, and I was getting a little upset.

“No, no, no. Silly. It’s not like that at all.”

She described it to me, in some detail. I listened, eyes wide. And… I could feel myself getting wet.

“So, you have no idea what that feels like?”

I shook my head no. Her mouth twitched into a sly smile.

“Do you wanna?”

I don’t know what made me nod yes, but I did. She smiled big and winked as she moved to unzip my jeans.

“You’re going to love it,” she whispered in my ear.

And, oh, God, I did.

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.


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