CHAPTER 02:

I turned to look at her myself. I had heard the question, and I assumed she meant that she wanted to try with me, but it was a big surprise to me to hear her ask it, so I wanted to be completely sure.

➖BERTILLE: I want to know if I can try with you and see what it looks like... That way I know how to do it with a guy when the time comes.

➖ME: Why not?

It was like I didn't care anyway.

I really wanted to do this, even though Bertille was my sister, but I didn't want to seem too impatient. We were sitting on the sofa, side by side, but no one was moving.

Bertille smiles;

➖Well, come on... I thought you were going to kiss me.

Looking at her lips, I replied;

➖I also thought you were going to kiss me. It was your idea.

➖BERTILLE: Well, you did it.

She spoke like I was supposed to know I was supposed to take the lead.

➖OK

I approached her.

I leaned over and put my arms around her shoulders, and gently pulled her towards me. I leaned forward, kissing her softly on her sweet little mouth. I was no expert, but I held the kiss back for a moment, feeling a small wave of excitement wash over me, then, our faces still close enough for me to feel Bertille's breath, I looked at her. , waiting for his answer. She didn't speak, but she half smiled and came forward kissing my mouth again. This time it was Bertille who withheld the kiss, and a second wave of excitement swept through me. It was stronger than before. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but it was still incredibly exciting.

Once again, faces close, we looked into each other's eyes and I said;

➖What do you think?

In a voice just above a whisper, she declared;

➖Thank you for the lesson, but now it's time to practice a little more.

She licked her lips, then kissed me again, holding the kiss like before. I was getting more and more excited by the minute. There was no tongue, but we both had our lips slightly parted, and I just wanted to keep doing this, for as long as she let me.

Bertille broke the kiss, then sat down slightly.

She asked;

➖Is that how you're supposed to do it?

➖ME: I don't think there are any rules

I had my arms still on his shoulders. I was hoping it wouldn't end there.

➖BERTILLE: Is that how you did with Marie?

She backed up slightly and I let go of her shoulders, sitting myself down. I thought the kisses were over, but I had butterflies in my stomach.

➖ME: Pretty much... We just, I don't know... kissed.

➖BERTILLE: Do you want to do it again?

His tone was impatient and a little provocative. Before I even answered, she turned on her ass to face me, swinging her long, shapely legs over my lap, and slid back a little, to lie against the left arm of the three-seat sofa. I still hadn't spoken, and she continued with;

➖Imagine I'm that girl in the movie and you're Detective Rayan.

She didn't move and just lay down like that, her feet on my knees, meeting my gaze. I was turned to face him, and let my hands rest on either side of his legs for a moment, feeling his warm, smooth skin. I swallowed and moved forward, allowing myself to run my hands up her legs, down to her knees, then crawled across the couch to her, lying on top of her but taking the weight on my elbows. , putting my arms behind his shoulders. I kissed Bertille on the mouth, pressing hard, like the detective in the film, in a scene where they too were on a sofa. It was obvious that there had been a lot of tongue action between them in the film, so I gently probed my sister Bertille's mouth with my tongue, and she allowed me to explore her mouth for one moment. I was so turned on, I felt like I was going to burst.

We kissed and cuddled like that for a few minutes, barely speaking and exploring each other's mouths, almost instinctively, since neither of us had experience with that sort of thing.

Meanwhile, we maneuvered ourselves into a position where I was lying on my left side, my back against the back of the sofa, and Bertille was lying on her right, pressed against me. We had our arms around each other, and I could feel her breasts against my chest, which added to my excitement. I could barely believe this was happening, and as I ran my arms along her back, I felt her bare skin where her top had been riding up as we moved across the couch.

The touch of his skin was magical, so I moved my hand a little, and I felt the waistband of his denim shorts. With the fingers of my right hand resting on the waistband of her shorts, I gently stroked her lower back with my thumb, and Bertille broke our kiss and pulled her head back slightly. I could feel her warm breath on my face and she whispered;

➖Have you ever touched a girl downstairs?

I shook my head quickly, but didn't respond. My throat was thick, and I knew I should have swallowed to speak, and it was hard enough to believe we were kissing and fooling around like that, but now Bertille was asking me that. Could she really go further?

She asked;

➖Do you want?

Would I? It was like asking the Pope if he is Catholic.

➖ME: If you want me to.

I answered like it didn't really matter.

Bertille squirmed on her back, my right arm still above her, and I hugged her a little tighter around her waist so she wouldn't fall off the sofa. She bent down and undid the button of her shorts, then unzipped them and stood there with her shorts open at the zipper. She looked at me, as if waiting for me to make a move. I didn't know if she wanted me to take them off, or touch her inside, or what she wanted me to do.

I looked at her zipper open and saw that she was wearing pale blue cotton panties, then I looked at her face. Bertille lifted her ass slightly and bent down, sliding her blue shorts down her legs to her knees, exposing her pale blue panties.

I still didn't know what to do next, but I lowered my right hand and let it hover over her panties, not knowing what to do. I really wanted to touch her there, but this whole experience was so foreign to me that I just didn't know what to do. In all my sexual fantasies, I touched, fucked, and caressed girls without hesitation, but when faced with the real thing, and the real thing being my little sister, I was so hesitant it was almost laughable.

I gently placed my hand on Bertille's pubic mound, outside her panties, and let my little finger slip between her legs. I could feel the warmth of her private parts, and a small shiver of excitement went through me. Bertille kissed me again, her soft mouth feeling very warm on my lips;

➖Why don't you take them off?

I swallowed again, and moved my hand to the waistband at the front of her panties, and pulled, exposing her pubic hair for the first time. Just the sight of my sister's pubes gave me butterflies, and I tugged at her panties as she lifted her buttocks, but in the positions we were in, they wouldn't come off.

Then Bertille said softly;

➖Just a minute, let me get up and take them off.

I pulled my arm back, and Bertille got up, and let her shorts fall to the floor, then got out. Then she sat down on the couch to my right and lay down so that her head was resting on a pillow against the other armrest, and she slid her pale blue panties down and pulled them down. lying on the ground next to her. If a glimpse of her pubes ever turned me on, the sight of her bare pussy was breathtaking, and just looking at her gave me a feeling similar to what I felt when I masturbated, but not quite as strong. . Until that time, the only pussies I had seen were in dirty videos.

Bertille smiles;

➖Come on, I want to see what it feels like when the guy touches me over there.

I moved along the couch and knelt in front of Bertille, and gently placed my hand back on her pubic mound, now bare and exposed, feeling her pussy hair and stroking it gently with the palm of my hand. . Bertille's pubis was natural, but not very thick, and grew in the shape of a triangle, a little darker than the light brown hair on her head.

I gently ran the fingers of my right hand between Bertille's legs, touching her outside her pussy, but not trying to penetrate her with them. She looked at me, with just a slight smile, and said;

➖Ummsss that's nice, fucking it tickles me

I ran my first finger up the side, gently stroking her slit in one motion, and again gently stroking her pubic hair. I leaned forward and gently kissed Bertille's mouth again, my hand still stroking her pubic hair, and we explored each other's mouths with our tongues, as I gently caressed and coaxed the outside of her. pussy.

After breaking our sweet, sexy, syrupy kiss, I leaned closer to Bertille's pussy, and for the first time smelled the intimate scent of a woman. It was so exciting, so engaging, so sexy. It gave me a lump in my throat, and that feeling I normally had during masturbation came back, even though my hands were nowhere near my cock.

I looked at Bertille's face, as she watched what I was doing, then I rested the left side of my face on her pubis, feeling her hair against my cheek and inhaling the scent of her pussy, while as I gently brushed the outside of her lips. It never occurred to me to try to stick my finger inside her, and I was afraid of going over the mark, so I just touched my sister's private parts on the outside. Between the two of us, barely a word had been spoken since Bertille had taken off her panties.

After a few moments I wanted to see Bertille's butt so I put my hand on her left hip and gently pulled, so she took the hint and rolled over onto her stomach, head turned to the left to see what I was doing. Bertille had a very nice ass, but I had only checked it through her jeans, the denim shorts she liked to wear or in her bikini. Now it was fully exposed to me and it looked exquisite.

Bertille was not a tan girl, so there were only the faintest tan lines, and her skin was smooth and clear all over. I placed the palm of my right hand on her right buttock, stroking it gently, then ran my fingers down her slit, stopping just above her pink, puckered ass. The sight of that most private part of Bertille's body sent another lump in my throat and a shiver of sexual arousal went through me.

For a brief moment, I was surprised that the sight of Bertille's asshole would do this to me, but I was too lost in the whole experience to dwell on it. I leaned over and kissed her softly at the top of her slit, feeling her skin, then moved my head to kiss her on her right buttock, as close to her ass as I felt comfortable in. placing my mouth. It's hard to describe how aroused I was, stroking, admiring and touching my sister's half-naked body.

I dragged myself on my knees, to my right, and ran my right palm along the smooth skin on the back of Bertille's right thigh, and rested my left cheek on her right buttock. during a moment. I kissed her again, lifted my head, and with my left thumb and finger very gently parted her buttocks and looked straight at the small entrance to her virgin pussy. My face was only inches from her entrance, so close I could smell her sexy scent there. Once again I ran the first finger of my right hand very gently along her slit, towards her entrance, but not trying to penetrate her, just feeling the slippery wetness of her pussy as my finger went through her.

Bertille had barely spoken, but she broke her silence;

➖ Do you like to touch me?

TO BE CONTINUED...

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_PAGE: EROTIC+ TV

_TITLE: THE FORBIDDEN BORDER

_AUTHOR: LOLO