The Alluring Moans of My Little Sister
My little sister’s moans were quite seductive. “Haaa…”
The heated gasps pouring from her lips made my glans burn. Each breath felt like it was brushing directly against my cock, setting every nerve on fire. I could feel her slender fingers sliding inside my pants, hesitant and trembling with tension.
“Mmm… Nngh, nnngh!”
Finally summoning her courage, she grabbed my waistband and tried to yank my pants down. But my weight was too much for her; no matter how many times she tugged and lifted, she couldn’t manage it. After several failed attempts, her eyes, still buried down there, quietly rose to meet mine.
“Um… could you… lift your hips a little…?”
“Why would I lift my hips?”
“Come on…! You know what I mean, don’t you…?”
I teased her a little. I hadn’t meant to be mean, but the words just slipped out, and her reactions were so genuinely entertaining that I couldn’t stop myself from being mischievous.
“…I have no idea. I don’t understand what you’re saying at all.”
“Ugh… Just lift your butt so I can actually do something…!”
Her voice sounded like she was on the verge of tears. Yet my throbbing erection twitched in response, the tip tingling with anticipation.
“If I lift my hips, what exactly are you going to do for me?”
“What more do you want me to do here?!”
She glared at me with an exasperated, almost disgusted expression, but right now even that looked adorable.
“Come closer.”
“…N-no. I really can’t do this… I’m already haa… I seriously…”
Her face was flushed so deeply it looked ready to burst. She kept her arms stretched forward while trying to pull her hips back as far as possible. I caught her hand and tugged her firmly toward me.
“W-wait!”
Her kneeling balance collapsed instantly. Her face naturally plunged straight into my crotch.
“Mmph! Mph!”
She flailed in panic, and every desperate movement sent electric jolts through my lower body.
“Haa…”
Her hot breath soaked through my pants, warming my balls. Even as she tried to pull away, her face kept rubbing against my swollen glans.
“It’s over the clothes. You said that was fine, remember?”
The hands that had been slapping my thighs in shock suddenly froze. When I pulled again, her body completely gave in and collapsed on top of me.
“Ah… aah…”
I drew her even closer until she was half-draped over me.
“Haaaa…”
The warmth of her body pressing down on my cock was overwhelming. I could feel the rapid thump of her trembling belly against me. But it wasn’t just the physical contact that had me so aroused. The simple fact that my little sister was lying defenselessly on top of me like this kept my blood boiling.
“Ha, haa… haeu, heuu…”
Every hot breath she panted against my chest only made me burn hotter.
“Ah, aah!”
I slowly cupped her face. It was scorching, like a hand warmer. Her long lashes trembled violently as she kept her eyes squeezed shut.
“Feeling a little better now?”
Her heart was still hammering. I could feel every frantic beat through the soft breasts pressed against my stomach.
“…I can’t move right now…”
It didn’t sound like acting. She really had gone limp, sprawled helplessly on top of me.
“We agreed that over the clothes was okay, didn’t we?”
“…Why are you bringing that up all of a sudden…?”
“If you can’t take my pants off and give me a proper handjob, then the least you can do is suck it over the fabric.”
“What the hell is that?!”
Her face went deathly pale with shock. She looked so horrified I was almost worried she might actually pass out.
“If you really can’t do it, should I go first again?”
“N-no! That’s not what I’m saying… Over the clothes? Kya—kyaaaah!”
I rolled us over in one smooth motion. Now she was trapped beneath me, squirming wildly. I caught her ankle and pushed my head between her thighs.
“Hey—hey! Ah… aaahk!”
What goes around comes around. While she hesitated, I pressed my mouth straight to her crotch.
“Ah, Oppa! Oppaaaa!!”
Her thighs clamped down hard around my head. Her shorts had ridden up ages ago, so warm, silky skin rubbed against my face. A sweet, feminine scent filled my nose. I flared my nostrils and pushed even deeper.
“Aaaang!! I’m serious!!”
She fought fiercely, pushing and slapping at my head, but I refused to budge. Her weak little punches felt less like resistance and more like an adorable tantrum. Strangely, they only turned me on more. I enjoyed the way she squeezed my face. I liked it.
Finally my lips met the prominent mound of her pussy.
“Ah, come on!!”
Her resistance grew frantic as I reached my target. The hands shoving my head trembled violently. That same tremor ran through me too. Heart pounding, I pushed forward with determination until I reached my goal.
“Kyaaaang!!”
Her scream echoed through the small room. At the same moment, I felt the soft, puffy shape of her mound against my lips through the fabric.
“Haaaaa…”
I breathed out slowly through parted lips. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say I was blowing my hot breath directly onto her.
“Heu, heuk! Heuuup!!”
Her whole body began to buck. She thrust her hips high, twisting desperately to escape.
“Let go of meee!!”
She was fighting with everything she had, using every ounce of strength in her body.
“Haa… heup… hoo…”
“Kyaa, kyaaaaang—!!”
But the result was the same. I kept breathing deeply right against her pussy, savoring the thick, intoxicating female scent rising from between her legs.
“Mmm… Haa, aah… smack.”
“Kyat!”
I planted a soft kiss on her mound. Even through the shorts, I pressed my lips firmly to the swollen little hill.
“Aaaaang! S-stop iiiit!!”
She kept thrashing and whining. I gripped her pelvis tightly and buried my face even deeper, rubbing my nose and mouth against her.
“Haaa…”
Her body heat seeped through the fabric. I could clearly feel the outline of her panties underneath.
“Smack… suck… suuuup!”
“Ha, haaak!”
Her back arched sharply again. My face was trapped between her squeezing thighs. The soft flesh rubbing against me made my head spin. The rich, feminine scent flooding my nose was making me drunk.
“Ah, aht! Heuk… heup!”
She seemed half-resigned now, only trembling intermittently. I didn’t waste the opportunity and sucked harder, soaking her shorts with my saliva. Before long the fabric was drenched. Her hands eventually found their way to my head, fingers threading through my hair and gripping with just enough pressure to send delicious tingles across my scalp.
“Eung… eungh… ha, haaaang…!”
Her moans had grown properly lewd now. What came out of her mouth could truly be called cries of pleasure as she twisted beneath me. But she wasn’t trying to escape anymore. She was grinding her hips and ass toward what she wanted, shamelessly rubbing her soaked little mound against my face.
Then came the familiar vibration… no, this was a full convulsion. Her body began to shake violently. I recognized the signs by now. Finally, as if all strength had left her, she collapsed limply onto the bed.
“Haa… ha… haa, haaaat…”
Breathing hard, she covered her face with both hands and turned her head away, avoiding my gaze.
“…Did it feel good?”
It was a crude, mood-killing question, but for her right now it seemed almost merciful.
“D-don’t ask me that, you idiot?!”
She snapped at me, though I could tell she already regretted it.
“…Sorry for screaming earlier… But, um… Ah, never mind…”
Her thighs twitched. The crotch of her shorts was far wetter than my saliva alone could explain. She curled up tightly and tried to cover herself with her small hands. Those tiny fingers created a flimsy barrier between my face and her mound.
“Smack… smooch…”
“Aaaang…”
I licked the back of her hand, dragging my tongue slowly up her arm and leaving a long, wet trail.
“Move your hand.”
She didn’t budge. So I licked her arm again.
“Not moving?”
I slid my hand downward. The moment my fingertips touched her, her waist jerked. I slipped my palm under her top, gliding along her smooth skin.
“Ah, aaaang…”
My hand traveled upward. Her shirt was already pushed up, revealing her cute little navel. I continued higher until my fingers bumped against the soft underside of her breast. Even though this was only my second time, I smoothly flipped her bra up.
“Ah, nooo…!”
Only then did she react, wrapping her arms around her chest and rolling onto her side.
“I thought you said over the clothes was fine?”
“N-no… it’s not fine…”
My hand continued to explore beneath her clothes. The soft flesh quivered against my fingers. Even as she hugged herself tightly, I reached for her breasts.