Jessa is teaching Kissa how to dance in the living room and I am trying to play it cool. I’ve got a major hard on watching my sister teach her how to seductively move her body to the music. Jessa ‘s got a lot of energy, and I mean a lot, she’s the extraverted type of person who always needs to be with company. She’s wants me to take her shopping, to play tennis, to go to the movies, she’s beautiful, my sister, everyone loves her, but she’s a stage five clinger, for sure. Oh no.. she’s looking at me.
“I need you to teach her how to slow dance,” she tells me. She wraps my arms around Kissa and she shows us how to move. Kissa looks up at me shyly, and my heart beats fast, I’m so close that I can feel the warmth of her exhale. Jessa leaves the room to grab a drink. Kissa steps on my toe with her heel, and she’s embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, I’m such a klutz,” her face is flushed with embarrassment, and I smile. “You’re doing good, just move a little closer,” I pull her into my arms and my chest is touching her’s, her breasts, I can feel them right through my t-shirt. My heart is racing as I inch closer to her lips, she is moving closer to mine, closer, closer, and we meet with a kiss.
Jessa comes in, drops her water on the floor. She’s shocked and angry! “How could you, he’s my brother!” She orders her friend to leave the house, but I remind her gently that no one is around to come pick her up. Jessa shakes her head in frustration, “then go up to my room, I don’t want to see you until tomorrow morning!” Kissa apologizes, “I’m so sorry, please.. don’t be mad at me.” She rushes up the stairs. I tell my sister that she was “out of line,” and my sister nails me down to the sofa. “Out of line?! Who are YOU to tell me that I am out of line.” She begins to list off the qualities that Kissa has that are not compatible for me, “she’s not coordinated, nor ambitious, or smart enough for you!” She’s flustered, her eyes are filled with tears, and John grabs her hand affectionately.
She kisses me abruptly. My sister kisses me passionately and I feel her tongue glide against mine, I taste her mouth, and I kiss her back.. my hands are paralyzed. I’m turned on. I’m terrified. She wants me all to herself. Kissa sneaks down the stairs and watches, she touches her pussy as she watches my sister straddle and grind on top of my lap. Her heel makes a noise and we look at her. Kissa is mortified and runs up the stairs, “wait,” I call out to her! Kissa creeps down the stairs, hesitantly.
It’s a little strange to be kissing my sister. I mean, I was having a good time, sure, but Kissa is obviously interested in me. I want my sister. I want Kissa . Is it so selfish to have both? Jessa reminds me that I am out of Kissa ‘s league, and Kissa looks down in embarrassment. Her sweet and forgiving eyes look at Jessa, “can he, please, kiss me like he was kissing you?” I tell Jessa that she can’t have me unless Kissa is here with us. Watch the story unfold..