I Get It from My Sister

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My 20 year old sister is all about having fun. She has no limits, worries or cares. She lives life to the fullest. To her, life is about loving, living and doing what makes you happy. She always encourages others to do what feels right and what feels good; even if it is deemed taboo or immoral by others. She focused on feeling good as a life goal.

Since I turned 18 and became legal, she has encouraged me to do my own self care.

She taught me to make myself feel good. She taught me self worth. She taught me self love. She taught me how to self soothe. She taught me how to talk to myself softly and gently. She taught me how to touch myself sexually. She touched me sensually and seductively. She made herself happy too. Her deviously wicked smile made me feel good for being so bad. It was bad but felt so good. She made us both happy. She made us feel really good every time we were together. I loved that for us.

We had a special bond because we connected on a deeper level. No one knew our secret seduction. None of our siblings kumköy escort were ever around. No one suspects a thing. When our parents went to work, we would lay together and touch each other. We didn’t listen to music, we listened to each other. We didn’t watch television, we watched each other. We were each other’s entertainment for hours and we liked it that way. We laid in bed talking and touching. We pleased each other. We showed true sisterhood.

I enjoyed being used. She used me for her pleasure. My sister rubbed her huge breasts up and down my body in bed. Our panties would get so wet and sticky. Eventually, we would just take off our panties. The wetness made them cold. We were too hot and bothered for that.

Moaning in my ear, she would whisper how good it felt. And I agreed because it did. I wanted her happy. I liked when she was horny and happy. Never wanted her to stop the feeling we created. It felt like a relaxing massage. She felt so good on me. Her big soft tits and her hard, dark kundu escort nipples soothed me as she moved them up and down my arms. I often would fall asleep from her touch. Her big, brown, hard aerolas needed my mouth.

We never crossed the line of sucking or kissing. It definitely crosses my mind now when I masturbate. I imagine her on top of me scissoring with her big breasts slapping against my needy wet tongue.

Now I think back and wonder, what else took place when I went to sleep though?

Did she touch me in other places? Did she put her nipple in my mouth to quiet me? Did she finger herself then trace my lips with her squirted on finger? Did she finger my wet pussy until I creamed? Did she try to trib me? Did she scissor her sister? I don’t know.

All I know is she trained me and I liked it. It felt good to my body. She made me happy and satisfied my needs and desires. But she evoked something inside of me. She awakened the freak in me that laid dormant for years. She created a needy kurtköy escort woman, addicted to masturbating and sex. I crave that feeling. I admit to being a hungry cumslut. Every morning, I wake up wet and horny. I cum daily from audio, video, stories, music and more. Everything turns me on. Its all because of her. I’m a perverted sex addict because of my sister’s training and treatment. She made me this way. My sister taught me to be a freaky nympho. I get all of this from her. I blame her yet I thank her.

I thank her for showing me true pleasure.

Whether its my hand, a vibrator, a dildo, my bedding or a man, I demand a sensual and passionate experience. Whether its in a dark closet secretly humping a doll thinking of tribbing, I demand to cum. Whether in bed, car, bathroom, floor or countertop, I deserve a good nut. My standards are high. I expect nothing but the best sexually because that’s what I was taught by her.

And I’m sure she was taught by our dad.

He trained her. Im sure of it. I know his high sex drive couldn’t resist his daughter’s big tits. He cheated on our mom with other women and I’m sure one of those women were my sister. Now a part of me wishes Daddy would have used me too. It would definitely explain my sexual addiction to ddlg porn.

I guess I get it from my sister and my daddy.