Sheila choti sister

Sheila choti sister
When she turned fifteen, my sister Sheila started going to the same school as me and sort of got in my view every now and then. Some of the guys would come around sniffing out about my sister, wanting to know how old she was, and did her ever fool around, and that kind of stuff. Well, naturally I’d growl and make mean noises and then go sniffing after their sisters. It wasn’t that I was all that protective about Sheila. It was just that I couldn’t imagine anybody wanting to do anything like that with such a little brat. I mean, she was a real little snot, you know. In hindsight, you could hardly blame her really. So that’s the way things were for a couple of months. My little sister was just a kind of noise that lived in one end of our house. Then one night I got the midnight munchies real bad. I hadn’t fucked my girlfriend for a few days, so I was kind of restless and decided to go downstairs and pig-out on some patties. Our house was two floors with Mom’s bedroom on the second floor, and Sheila’s bedroom on the ground floor, near the downstairs bathroom. In the dark, I sort of groped my way down the stairs and headed for the refrigerator. Sheila’s room is the last door before the kitchen, and as I moved down the hallway, I noticed her door was open a couple of inches, and the light was on. Out of curiosity, I stopped and looked in. Wow! I couldn’t believe it! There was my naked little kid sister standing in front of her mirror, but the sister I used to know wasn’t there anymore. This one had little curves and bumps in places she never had when we went skinny-dipping a couple of years ago. She now had a little curve to her butt and her hips seemed to be wider. She was still skinny, and she was still definitely a kid, but there were differences! Sheila was staring at herself in the mirror when I peeked in, and therefore facing away from me. In the mirror, I could see her from toes to forehead. Where there used to be a navel on a flat, muscular board, there was now a gently curving little belly. Where there was a skinny rib cage with two nipples on it, there was now a creamy smooth plateau with two perfect little tits, each with a strawberry tip. Wow! Just for a moment, I saw my sister as she really was, a cute budding girl, tall, prettier than average, with a sensual mouth inherited from our mom, and large, limpid brown eyes, from Dad, no doubt. But before this stunning realization had time to really grab me, she started doing something that really blew my mind! Sheila stood in front of her mirror and began to posture and turn, staring at her sweet, naked young body. Like a photographic model, she raised her hands and began to caress her little breasts, rubbing the nipples between her fingers. She closed her eyes almost all the way and watched herself through lowered lashes, biting her lower lip and hissing softly like some video porn queen! Standing there unnoticed outside my little sister’s door, I was paralyzed. I’d never seen anything like this before, and it had my jaw hanging. It also had my cock rising, but I was too absorbed to notice. Sheila kept fondling her little tits until the nipples got hard. They weren’t very big, so it was hard to tell at that distance, but they also got darker, and I could certainly see that! Then, she slowly lowered one hand and began to caress her slender young body all over, running her hands over her flanks and her belly, squeezing herself gently on the rump. She was also raising one leg and lowering it, rubbing the front of one calf against the back of the other. She kept working closer and closer to her hairless little choot. Sheila was breathing harder and harder, and so was I as I stared at my sister’s gorgeous young body in total disbelief! Then, like she was giving herself a reward, Sheila sighed and slid her hand between her legs. In the mirror, I could see her very gently and sensuously moving her middle finger back and forth across her little cunt, dipping it into the crack a little bit each time. I knew what she was doing, and it turned me on something fierce. My little sister was actually bringing herself off with her finger, and I was watching her do it!! Then, Sis took her hand off her tits and put it against the mirror. Steadying herself, she spread her legs and bent her knees awkwardly, then slid her other hand slowly downward and inward, her skinny middle finger disappearing to the hilt. Wow! That really turned me on, and I grabbed my rock-hard cock and began to rub it, imagining what it would be like to put my stiff prick into that tiny, pink little hole. As I watched, Sheila crouched over with her knees spread, bracing herself against the mirror, with her finger moving in and out of her hot little cunt. And there was me with my dick up and my jaw down, staring through her partly-open door with my eyes about a foot out of my head and my mouth full of glue. We really would have made a weird scene if anybody had come along. Fortunately nobody did. Sis just kept on stroking her cunt and I just kept on staring and rubbing my cock. After a couple of minutes, though, I could see her legs beginning to tremble from the strain of the awkward position. I wondered why she didn’t just lie down on the bed. As if reading my mind, Sheila did that very thing. Actually, she kind of scuttled into her bed, never taking her finger out of her hairless little choot for a second. When she lay down, her feet were pointed straight at me. I got a perfect view right up between her legs, where all the action was going on. She was making all sorts of moans but all in whispers, like part of her was really into her diddling, but part was aware that she was in a house where other people were asleep. It was pretty strange to listen to, but who listened! I was so busy panting and sweating and rubbing my cock! Sheila was plugging herself fast and furious, with her legs spread wide and rigid on the bed and her other arm flung over her eyes.

She kept clenching and unclenching the hand on that arm, raking her nails across her palm. She must really be close! Sis began to suck in her breath in heavy gasps and her legs and belly began to tremble and twitch. She started saying “Ooooohhh, Oooohhh,” really low and throaty, just like my girlfriend does when I’m throwing the bone to her and she’s about to come. I’d never heard that kind of sound out of Sheila before. Then she gritted her teeth and clamped her hand over her mouth. She went “Uuhhmmmphh!” and shoved her ass straight up into the air. I could see a couple of drops of juice fall from her cunt. Wow! Sheila dropped back on her bed and took a few long, shaky breaths. Her hands fell away to her sides and her whole body went limp and relaxed. The area around her little titties and around her pussy was red and mottled. She looked very happy with herself. Then she sighed and squirmed her way into a more comfortable position. She rolled her head to the side and glanced casually toward the door. As her eyes went wide, I realized that during the heat of things, the door had swung almost halfway open. There I stood, my jaw hanging, with a big, stiff dick jutting out in front of me. Sheila leapt upright in the bed, her eyes wide with fear and guilt. Then a look of pure hatred came over her. “Get out!” she hissed, low but venomous. “Get out of my room, you pervert! Get out!” She wore her nightgown. I grinned. “I just hang around outside your window at night and take pictures. I never would think to stand in your door… Which you NEVER close.” She stuck her chin out defiantly, which thrust her tits against her nightgown. My cock began to twitch in my pants. “It’s my room and I can do what I want in it. You have no right to invade my privacy.” “What privacy?” I countered. “You leave your door open like you’re inviting the whole world in. If you want privacy just shut your door!” She flounced off the bed. “Okay! I will, then!” As Sheila stormed across the room, the gown parted and her pert little tits slid into view, like two pink ice cream cones with a raspberry nipple on each. God, she was turning me on! She came to the door and tried to close it. I jammed my foot in the frame and stuck my shoulder through. “Hey! Wait a minute Sheila; I’m not trying to make you mad.” She hesitated a moment and I gently pushed the door back open and came into her room. “And I’m not spying on you. After all, your door was open.” I sat on the edge of her bed.” Besides, what more could I see than what I saw tonight?” She gave me a venomous look. “Don’t you dare mention that, Rajan bhaiya! Don’t you ever mention it to anybody!” I raised an indignant eyebrow. “Boy, for somebody who’s been doing something like that, you sure are self-righteous, Sis!” She softened a little and came over to the bed. “Ohhh, Rajan bhaiya! You won’t tell, will you? Mom would get awfully mad.” I knew Mom would probably understand completely, but I saw my chance here. “Shit, I won’t tell, Sis,” I smiled, shaking my head, “It’s just something between you and me, right?” I let that little hint sink in. I was making myself apart of her little sex conspiracy, and Sheila didn’t have much choice but to accept me. I could tell by her long, thoughtful look that she realized what I was doing. And I could also tell that she didn’t really mind. In fact, she seemed to be pleased! “Besides,” I added softly, “you saw as much of me as I saw of you. And after all, I’m your big brother. You should trust me.” I laid my hand on her leg. She shuddered a little, but did nothing to remove it. “Shit, Sheila,” I added, “everybody does that. You’re not the first girl that’s ever played with her, you know.” Sheila sat with her eyes down for a short time. Then she put her hand on my arm, the one that was on her thigh. “I don’t know why I do it, Rajan bhaiyya. It makes me feel all funny inside. It feels good.” “I know, Sheila,” I patted her thigh, then began to rub it softly. “It’s a natural thing.” I slid my hand up Shilpa’s thigh slowly, enjoying the wonderfully soft warmth of it. She stiffened again and her hand gripped my wrist convulsively, but she didn’t really try to stop me. My heart was beginning to pound. I realized for the first time that I was finally going to get my hand in her panties. Maybe I’d get more! “Bhaiya,” she said, her voice a little scared. “Please…” I didn’t say anything, just kept stroking her thigh, moving my hand closer and closer to the edge of her panties. Sheila had my wrist in both hands, but made no move to either close her slightly parted legs or to back away across the bed. “Bhaiya, I’m scared,” she pleaded. I realized that she really was, and that if I didn’t soothe her fears, she’d bolt. It was hard to think about anything but her hot, moist little pussy, though. “Don’t be afraid, Sheila. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to do for you what you were doing to yourself . Don’t you think that’ll be good?” She still wouldn’t look up, but her breathing was deep and heavy. “Y…yes,” she whispered. “Then relax, I can’t do anything for you if you’re all tight and tense.” I reached out with my free hand and gently pushed her back on the bed. For a moment she resisted, then she lay back. My heart began to really pound. I knew then that it was finally going to happen. “Open your legs, Sis,” I said softly. My voice was shaking. Her eyes were tightly closed, but Sheila slowly let her thighs go limp. Her legs were dangling over the side of the bed and had a kind of dead weight to them, but I got them apart with a little effort. And there she was, just as I’d fantasized at breakfast. Her panties pink and translucent, her thighs darkish, creamy and firm; her buttocks tight beneath her!