CHAPTER 05:

She kissed me again, holding me a little longer. The feel of her hot pussy on my hip was arousing, even though I had only just cummed, but my cock only remained half-hard, as it had been since I finished jerking her off. I worked my left arm around, to place my palm on her buttocks, and we lay like that for a few minutes, until she said;

➖I guess you better get up and go to bed before mom gets home.

I nodded. Bertille rolled back and released her arm and leg. I pulled up my calsif, grabbed my jeans and stood up. I looked at Bertille, as she lay on her back, on her bed, naked from the waist down, her pussy exposed to my gaze, with stains on the bed, and I could hardly believe it was was produced.

I smile;

➖I better go to bed.

I now felt just a little sheepish, not knowing what to say to end an encounter like this, and went to my room, jeans in my hand, as Bertille said;

➖ See you tomorrow morning.

I washed my hands and climbed into bed, and for those few minutes before I fell asleep, I lay there thinking about what just happened and wondering if something like this was going to happen again .

In the morning I woke up and wondered if it had all been a dream. My wine-stained shirt, lying in the corner near the head of my bed, where I had thrown it before entering, showed one thing: the part about the handjob was certainly true, but what about the stay ? I took a shower and put on clean clothes for the day, and shortly after, Bertille came to join me at breakfast, straight from her bed, dressed in her nightgown and coat.

Although, as usual, we talked and chatted over breakfast, Bertille said nothing about last night, which suggested to me that I might have been dreaming it, but it all seemed so real. Then, if it was real and Bertille showed no signs that it ever happened, it probably meant she was ashamed, and it certainly meant it wouldn't happen again. I thought it best not to broach the subject, unless Bertille did it first.

I noticed that just after breakfast, and even before taking a shower, Bertille stripped her bed and took her sheets to the laundry, putting them straight into the washing machine, but even that was not not unusual for her. Our mother was still having her Saturday morning party, and as Bertille left the laundry room, our eyes met, but she said nothing out of the ordinary.

The whole weekend passed, without any hint of anything from Bertille, but a few times when her door was closed, I had to wonder if she was there, touching herself like she had done it for me, pleasing herself like she had on Friday night, and my throat would go dry, and then that familiar need to take charge would kick in. I masturbated twice that Sunday without being inspired by STORIES OF LOLO ON EROTIC + TV 'just replaying the events of Friday night in my head.

Monday, of course, was a school day, and after school Bertille and I took the same bus as usual, but when we got off at our stop I saw Bertille walking with Marie towards from his house. I came home and put on some shorts and a casual shirt. I did some half-hearted work on a homework assignment due later in the week, then turned on the television.

Bertille came in through the back door, about an hour after I got home, still in her uniform. As soon as she entered the living room, she said;

➖Look at this.

She reached into her school backpack, pulled out a record case, and handed it to me. I immediately saw that it was an adult film. There was a picture on the front of a busty blonde girl, topless, wearing an open firefighter jacket over white lace stockings, suspenders and panties, and holding the metal end of a fire hose, like a girl would hold a man's cock when she was giving him a handjob. I flipped it over and on the back there were stills from the movie.

It read: “Things heat up when a boutique school for young girls opens next to a fire station. Polish your helmet and you can come too. Let's all go for a ride with these good old folks and their southern beauties >>

Returning it to Bertille, I asked;

➖Where did you get this?

I couldn't help smiling.

She replied cheerfully;

➖Marie... She was rummaging through her father's bedside table and found it in the drawer with others. She didn't think he would notice if she borrowed one for a few days.

➖ME: What are you going to do with it?

Bertille smiles;

➖Watch this, stupid face. What do you normally do with movies? When Mom's not home, of course.

She took the disc, went to her room and came out a few minutes later with jeans and a pink top. She watched television with me until our mother came home from work.

The week passes, and almost before I know it, Friday night has returned. I forgot all about the porn record, and as usual on a Friday night, after making us our dinner, our mom dressed up and rode off in a taxi to meet her unofficial boyfriend, Sergio. I don't know why, but for some reason, although she invited him several times and he got on well with Bertille and me, she never let him stay the night and didn't like that someone refers to him as a buddy. Women can be weird sometimes.

Bertille wore a short, white denim skirt and a cream-colored top, with short sleeves and a square neckline that showed part of her modest cleavage, and her hair was tied back in a usual ponytail. We sat and watched comedy shows on TV, then after they ended I watched the TV guide to see if there was anything worth watching. One channel had a dance show rerun but I had seen it at least half a dozen times, and there was nothing interesting on any of the other channels.

Bertille came out of the kitchen;

➖What's up?

➖ME: Show danse is on but not much else.

Without much interest, Bertille said;

➖BERTILLE: Hassan is a handsome guy, but I've seen him so many times that I can practically repeat the steps

She sat down on the sofa next to me;

➖Hey, let's watch this dirty movie.

She smiled, a little mischievously.

➖ME: Okeuh of a body (Ok okay)

I had forgotten, but Bertille got up and walked down the hall to her bedroom, and came back a minute later. When she bent down to put the disc in the player, I saw little pink cotton panties under her short skirt.

She approached the sofa, took off her sandals and sat down next to me. Like all guys my age, I had seen a few adult movies, but to be honest, I had never watched one through and through, because I was so horny I had to jerk off before it's over. This one lasted forty minutes, and like most dirty movies, it showed people fucking missionary style, doggystyle, straddle, cunnilingus, blowjobs, even a lesbian threesome with two female firefighters and a girl from the charm school. As usual, the flimsy plot was only there to tie together a series of sex scenes, but it was a pretty exciting movie.

A few times I looked at Bertille, and her eyes were glued to the film, and if that turned me on, I wondered how it affected her. She hadn't said a word all week about last Friday night, but I still wondered about it. I didn't know how many dirty movies Bertille had seen, but I doubt this was her first.

During the film, there was a scene where a firefighter named Max Pierre had arrived for work in his old pickup truck, and the principal of the charm school, a voluptuous redhead named Liliane Tasha, was waiting for him outside. of the fire station. She wore a big floppy sun hat and said;

➖Mr Pierre, I was expecting you.

The fireman slammed the door of the pickup truck and walked over to her, kissing her, hot and hard on the mouth, and when they broke their kiss, Liliane Tasha had said;

➖Why don't you come next door for a while, Mr. Pierre? I've got a little old fire burning inside, it needs your expert attention.

The two kissed passionately, with lots of tongues and lots of mouth exploration, then went next, leading to a steamy sex scene in Liliane Tasha's living quarters, where Pierre licked her pussy , she had sucked his cock. They had fucked missionary, legs over the shoulder, then doggy style. Mr. Pierre had finally come on his back, and his cock was massive. There were a lot of close-ups of the action, not just in this scene, but throughout the move, and seeing those pussies being licked, especially in the lesbian scenes, had its effect on me.

After the movie, Bertille got up as the credits rolled and walked down the hall to our mother's room. I was taking the disc out of the player when she came back into the room, wearing a large, floppy sun hat that belonged to our mother. It was very similar to the one Liliane Tasha wore in the movie.

Bertille stood in the doorway, wearing her short white skirt and cream top, with that floppy sun hat on her head, and holding herself in the same provocative manner Liliane Tasha did in the film.

➖BERTILLE: >

She even nailed Liliane's accent

I stood in front of the TV stand and started laughing.

➖BERTILLE: You are Max Pierre, and I will be Liliane Tasha.

I stood there looking at her, and she said;

➖Come. Kiss me like he did in the movie.

➖ME: Well, he slams the door, and...

I walked towards Bertille, grabbing her like Max had grabbed Liliane in the film. I kissed her, trying to do it like the fireman had kissed Liliane Tasha. Naturally, I felt a surge of excitement wash over me as I kissed my sister's soft mouth, gently exploring hers with the tip of my tongue.

When we broke our kiss, Bertille recited the following phrase from Liliane Tasha;

➖>

Again, she matched Liliane's accent perfectly, but when I recited Max Pierre's line, to the best of my memory, I didn't try to do the accent myself. We kissed a little more, like in the movie, but gradually we got out of character, until we just kissed each other on the mouth for the pleasure of it, hugging each other the other, kissing us in a hot and sexual way, like lovers.

We had a break for some air, and Bertille turned back to the couch and sat down, throwing the sunhat over her back onto the floor. I sat next to her on her right, and she came closer to me and put her right arm on my shoulders. She licked her lips and kissed me again, a soft and sexy kiss, but quite quick. Then, our faces close, she said in a soft voice;

➖It was a sexy movie, right?

I sighed;

➖Yes.

➖BERTILLE: Are you excited when you watch movies like that?

She was quiet and soft in her voice. His face was close enough to mine that I could feel his warm breath.

Looking into her eyes, I replied;

➖It would be quite difficult not to be.

➖BERTILLE: I know what you mean.

She was smiling. She leaned in again and kissed me, but I slid my arms around her and took control, holding her and holding the kiss myself, until I was ready to break it.

We kissed a little more like that, with Bertille on my left, my arms around her waist and her right arm on my shoulders. I was getting more and more excited by the minute. Neither of us said much, but we broke off our kisses, and Bertille rolled over on her buttocks and leaned on the left arm of the couch, as she had done last week. She swung her long, shapely legs over my lap and wiggled her ass so it was now resting against my left thigh, with her hams on my lap. The movement and shuffling had caused her short, white skirt to ride up a bit, so that the hem of the skirt barely covered the crotch of her panties. I looked down at her skirt, and the sight of those lovely thighs sent me this rippling roller coaster feeling, and I rested my hands on them, which was probably the most comfortable place for me to sit. put them on, with her in that position, even though a guy doesn't normally put his hands on his sister's thighs like that. Then again, a guy usually doesn't date his sister either.

Bertille looked down at her skirt, then looked at me again, with a look that was half sulky and half smirking. Last week I had my hands all over her pussy and ass, but I was a little hesitant this week, in case, believe it or not, I misinterpreted it. Without speaking, Bertille reached out with her left hand and tugged at the hem of her white skirt, and I saw her pink panties again.

➖BERTILLE: Last week, you said you liked to touch me there. Won't you do it again?

➖ME: Yes, but I wanted to make sure everything was fine.

My right hand rested on her left thigh, and she gently stroked the back of my hand and withdrew hers. I moved my right hand under her skirt and felt her panties. That alone gave me this surge of arousal, and with my right thumb I stroked the crotch of her panties very gently, feeling her lips underneath. Bertille smiled, a sweet girlish smile, and she sat forward and kissed me softly on the mouth, as I gently stroked her pussy through her pants with my thumb. Her mouth was warmer than usual, and after our kiss, she sat back against the arm of the sofa, her hands by her side.

I used my left hand to lift Bertille's white skirt, and looked down at her panties, which had a slight camel toe from the movement she had made on the couch. A few stray pubic hairs peeked out from the sides of her panties, where they were tight by her position, and I ran my thumb up and down her slit, where her panties were molded to her shape. I must have brushed my thumb over her clit because she flinched, then smiled. A sweet and pretty smile.

➖BERTILLE: Be careful, you are in moral danger by doing this.

➖ME: Maybe we both are.

➖BERTILLE: Do you want to come down to my room? I think we can be more comfortable there.

I took my hands away and Bertille got up, which I did too.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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