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Popping My Sisters’ Cherries

By Opal Strykes

© 2018 by Opal Strykes

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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Mandy, Andrea, and Isobel had been planning this sleepover for a couple of weeks: it would just be a family affair, the three sisters having a fun night together when their parents were off on vacation, and when they'd all gotten their allowances so they could get delivery pizza and rent a couple of movies. There was some talk about even sneaking out to go see a movie at midnight--the girls’ parents all forbid them being out past ten o’clock pm, being young and vulnerable--but the night they had planned was fairly innocent for the most part.

However, Isobel had been experiencing some strange feelings when looking at her sisters’ bodies. Mandy was tall and voluptuous, breasts bigger than watermelons and an ass plush enough to sleep on; Andrea, on the other hand, was a delicate and petite young woman with slim proportions and fine details to mull over. The more she was around them, the more fantasies she had of playing with their bodies. Mandy could dominate her, Andrea could be subservient to her. She didn't mind who came onto her, really, she just knew she had to have a taste of one of her sister’s tender bodies.

Of course, she never had the courage to tell her sisters about this. Every time she glanced at Mandy’s plentiful cleavage, her face turned red and she forced herself to look away before someone noticed. One day, she found her eyes glued to the nape of Andrea’s neck as she wondered how it’d taste to kiss and nibble that soft, supple skin while she caressed the pair of lips between her thighs. Unfortunately, Andrea looked over at her while she was deep inside the sweet fantasy of taking her sister’s virginity, and Isobel knew she was beet red. Andrea hadn't said anything--probably too polite to bring it up--but the fact that Andrea had made eye contact with Isobel just as she thought about sinking her fingers into Andrea’s soft, wet pussy was mortifying.

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