Date: Sat, 15 Feb 2014 14:33:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Tony Ambros <areaman04@yahoo.com>
Subject: Youth Pastor and His Students Part 2

Sorry it took so long for Part 2. The next several parts will come a
quicker.

This chapter includes F/f incest between an 18-year-old and her 16-year-old
sister. If this type of material offends you or is illegal in your area,
please leave this page.

This story is pure fantasy, and the events and characters depicted therein
are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events are
purely coincidental.

Friday Night – Megan

I lay in bed, unable to sleep, my mind's eye replaying the events of
yesterday afternoon over and over. I couldn't believe that John and I had
actually done that! I'd had a schoolgirl crush on him almost since he moved
here, but with the age difference between us, I had always figured nothing
would ever come of it.

Then, yesterday afternoon, everything had changed. John and I had seduced
each other, each of us being the aggressor at different points, and he had
taken my virginity, touching me in ways I'd never imagined were possible.

I had been surprised to learn that I was taking his virginity as well. I
know that youth pastors talk a big game about abstaining from sex, but in
the back of my mind, I just kinda figured that it had happened for him at
some point. He had been fairly honest with our youth group about the porn
viewing habits of his teen years, which must be where he learned most of
his moves. He certainly was confident for a first timer, once it became
clear that I was a willing participant in our game.

These were the thoughts that were playing out in the theater of my mind as
I lay in bed while sleep eluded me for a second straight night.

On Thursday, I had found sleep only after a fierce masturbating session,
the first one of my life. I was incredibly sheltered when it came to sexual
things, but after my experience with John, I couldn't help myself.  Laying
there, remembering what had happened only a few hours previous, my hand had
slipped under my panties and hormonal instinct had taken over, and sleep
had come soon after.

I had hoped that the same strategy would work on this Friday night as
well. I'd gone to bed in my usual t-shirt and panties, but the panties had
not lasted long, having been slipped down my legs and onto the floor upon
my realization that I needed release before sleep would come. Once I had
finished, I lay in bed, my juices pooling on the sheet underneath my ass,
with my mind in a post-orgasmic haze, and yet I couldn't fall asleep. I
realized that I was dying to tell someone what had happened. After a few
minutes of thought, I realized that there was really only one option for
whom I could tell.

I threw off the covers and stood up, trying to find my pink panties in the
dim light of my darkened room. I found them and bent over, picking them up
and slipping them on quickly, before slipping through the door of my room
and gliding across the hall to my sister's room. I was grateful that my
parents' master suite was on the other end of the house as I softly rapped
on Michelle's door.

I heard her call me in and I softly opened the door to see her laying in
bed, her covers pulled up to her waist, holding her phone above her face as
she texted with someone. I wasn't sure who, but I had a pretty good
idea. It didn't matter, cause I knew I'd have her full attention once I
started my story. I could see that she had one of her many tournament
t-shirts on, but her bedsheets kept me from seeing what else (if anything)
she was wearing.

Michelle is 2 years younger than me, but she's bigger than me in almost
every way. She is a few inches taller than I am, is built just a little
thicker than I am with a few more pounds of muscle on her frame than I
have, and her breasts are a couple of cup sizes bigger than mine. I had
internally noted this last point with a hint of jealousy on multiple
occasions as our teen years had worn on. Even though she had spent almost
as much time as I had on the lacrosse field, her skin was a shade lighter
than my own.

Despite our physical differences, there was no denying our sisterhood. We
bore a strong resemblance to each other, and we really had a pretty good
relationship. We had teased and annoyed each other like any siblings
through the years, but we generally got along pretty well. We had even
managed to coexist on the school lacrosse team during my senior year, and I
tried not to boss the sophomore around too much, though it was my instinct
as a captain and her big sister.

As I grabbed her desk chair and rolled it near her bed, she put her phone
down and turned to me, resting her head on her hand, propped up by her
elbow as she asked what was up.

"I have a secret to tell you," I responded, "but you have to swear on
everything that is good that you won't tell a soul."

I had peaked her interest with this approach, and her eyes lit up as she
agreed to my terms. I made her promise a second time, then leaned back in
her desk chair and began my story.

I told her about my encounter with John, our youth pastor, in as much
excruciating detail as I could, using every word in my vocabulary to
describe the sensations, tastes, smells, and sounds of our tryst. I crossed
my legs as I began to feel my pussy dampen, the taboo of the whole thing
getting me going again and not wanting my little sister to see the wet spot
in the crotch of my panties.

She was enraptured as I regaled her with my story. As I finished the
account of how John had brought me to orgasm using just his mouth, I saw
Michelle's hand slip under the covers and down to her own crotch, moving at
a snail's pace. Honestly, she almost seemed in a trance, like she didn't
even know what she was doing. She might have trying to be surreptitious,
but in her excitement, she wasn't as sneaky as she thought she was.

I acted as though I didn't notice what was happening under her covers and
continued my story. By the time I had finished, she had rolled from her
side onto her back and was no longer trying to hide her actions. Her eyes
were now closed as she humped her own fingers, having forgotten my presence
next to her bed.

The scent of her wet pussy drifted towards me, and my own dampness
increased as I caught my first whiff of her. She smelled a lot like I did,
but there was a slight difference that I couldn't quite put my finger on.
I thought about my options, debating with myself silently whether or not I
should leave her to her own devices, stay and watch, or maybe join in and
help her out.

I had never thought of my sister in a sexual way before. In fact, I had
never been attracted to any girl in any way. But for some reason, I found
myself wanting desperately to taste her.

I made my decision and acted, swiftly standing up and pulling the covers
off of my sister. I could see that under the t-shirt was just a pair of
panties, similar to what I was wearing. As I exposed her body to the cooler
air outside the covers, I posed a question to her. "Want a hand?"

The sudden movement and cold on her skin caused her motions to stop, her
eyes popping open wide as she looked at me.

I didn't wait for an answer, straddling her knees, hooking my fingers under
the waistband of her panties and pulling them off. She still hadn't moved,
her hand still covering her crotch as her face began to turn red in shock
and embarrassment.

"What are you doing?" she asked, a hint of nervousness in her voice as she
looked at me.

"Relax. I'm going to help you out," was my response, trying to use my best
big-sister voice to calm her nerves. "Trust me. Just close your eyes and
let me do everything."

She did as I had asked, closing her eyes and laying her head back on her
pillow, though her whole body remained tense under my touch.

I started kissing her ankles, and goose bumps covered her legs
instantaneously. I made a mental note that this must have been similar to
John's view the previous afternoon as I lay on his desk.

Remembering the technique that John had used on me, I did my best to
replicate the motions, allowing Michelle's movements to guide me as she
reacted to my touch. Working my way up her legs as John had my own, I
noticed that her hand was still blocking my view of her pussy. As I kissed
and licked my way over her knees, I gently grabbed her wrist and guided her
hand up to her chest. She began to play with herself through her t-shirt as
I continued my ascent up her long legs.

As her pussy came into view, I knew that no blade had ever touched her
nether regions, her full blonde bush sitting lightly on top of her slit. I
made a mental note to show her how to trim herself later. One of the
seniors on the lacrosse team had showed me in the locker room during my
freshman year, and now it was time for me to pass my knowledge along.

Reaching her creamy white thighs, I luxuriated in feel of the soft skin
against my face, her smell getting stronger as I moved closer to the
intersection of her legs and her torso, my goal in sight.

Sucking a bit of the skin from her thigh into my mouth, I noticed that her
outer lips were larger than mine, which didn't really surprise me, and that
they were a little darker in color than mine, which did surprise me a
bit. The hood of her clit was sticking out further than mine did as well,
which I knew would enable easy access, once the time came.

Reaching my destination, I began to work on her pussy with my mouth,
remembering my favorite things about how John had eaten me the day
prior. Michelle began moaning as I did so, getting louder by the second. I
began to worry that our parents would hear and come investigating the
sound.  There would be no way to explain our actions away if they were to
come into the room at this point.

As I increased my pressure on her, continuing to lick, suck, and nibble on
my little sister's pussy and alternating between her lips and her clit, her
muscles began to contract against my face. She grabbed a spare pillow from
the collection on her bed and covered her own face with it as her orgasm
overtook her. She screamed into the pillow, her whole body shaking
violently as what I assumed was the first climax of her life coursed
through her, every nerve in her body on high alert.

She gasped for air, trying to catch her breath as she came down from her
orgasm. I gently cleaned up as much of her juices as I could. I looked up
into her face, which was now covered in a thin layer of sweat. A few
strands of her hair were matted to her forehead, the rest strewn wildly on
the pillow. She was smiling back at me, trying to recover from her climax
while simultaneously wrapping her mind around everything that had just
happened. She had pulled the bottom of her shirt up to her chest, and her
right hand was resting on her bare breast.

I began to kiss my way up towards her face. I used a hand to indicate that
I wanted her to take her shirt off, and she shifted to allow its removal,
ending up naked under me. The view of her now-uncovered breasts allowed me
to see thick nipples that rested on areolas that were wider than mine, and
both were a shade darker than my own, as her pussy had been. Reaching her
ample bosom, I took the opposite tack from what John had taken on me,
heading straight for her right nipple and sucking aggressively on it while
my right hand palmed her left breast, feeling its weight in my hand.

I switched breasts, providing equal attention to each breast, and then
resumed my upward movement, nibbling on her upper chest, collarbone and
neck. Finally I reached her face, staring into her eyes before kissing
her. Her full lips pressed back against my thinner ones as she returned the
pressure, her tongue pushing its way between my lips and teeth to wrestle
with my own. She gently wrapped her arms around my waist, her hands rubbing
the bare skin of my back underneath my t-shirt.

I shifted slightly so that I was straddling her right leg, my wet panties
pressing against her thigh as I began to subtly grind myself against
her. Her hands began to move southward, slipping under the fabric of my
panties and cupping my ass, encouraging me as I continued to hump her
leg. She removed her hands from inside my panties and began to push them
down my legs. I wriggled on top of her, my panties sliding down until they
were but a memory on my skin.

She pulled at my ass, causing our kiss to end as she used her strength to
maneuver me into a straddling position on her stomach. There remained on
her right thigh a wet spot from where my sopping crotch had been pressed
against her.

"You want to..." I began to speak, but she interrupted with a definitive,
"Yes."

I crawled up her body and rested my knees on either side of her head on the
pillow, my pussy dripping from a few inches above her waiting
mouth. Adjusting herself underneath me, Michelle put her hands on my thighs
and pulled me down towards her, our lips meeting for the first time.

While she didn't have John's... "research" experience, she did have a
knowledge of what she would want done to her, and she was soon eating me
like a pro. Her tongue was buried as deep inside me as possible, and every
once in a while, she would reach up and give my clit a short tongue lashing
before reinserting herself into my hole.

My hands rubbed my tits through my shirt before sliding down to its hem and
lifting it over my head. Having joined Michelle in a state of total nudity,
I had full access to play with myself, and as it turned out, so did
she. She reached a hand up and began to rub my small tit, expertly
manipulating it for ultimate pleasure.

I began to buck my hips on her, riding my little sister's face. I could
hear her struggling for breath at times, and I would lift myself off of
her, serving the dual purposes of letting her catch a breath and prolonging
my own pleasure.

I reached back and began to lightly tweak her nipples. This had the
unexpected consequence of causing her to moan into my pussy, which created
a whole new set of pleasant sensations inside of me.

I rode her harder and faster, enjoying the feeling of her face buried in my
folds. My muscles began to contract on her tongue as I neared an intense
orgasm. She reached a hand up and pushed on my back, causing me to lean
forward, my small breasts swinging as I put my hands against the wall above
her headboard.

I didn't realize at first that this slight change in position was to allow
her to lick my hole while using her nose to stimulate my clitoris.  This
pleasant surprise served as the final straw, causing the rush of orgasm to
hit me. I froze, paralyzed, as I released a torrent of juices into
Michelle's mouth. Her lips remained attached to me as she swallowed my
nectar.

As my breathing began to return to a normal pace, I felt Michelle continue
to lick me, cleaning me up. When she was finished, she playfully swatted my
ass, cueing my dismount. As I removed myself from my sister, I looked down
at her face. I couldn't help but chuckle, as it was glistening, the dim
light from the street reflecting off the combination of my juices and her
sweat causing her to sparkle like a vampire in a Twilight movie.

I lay down with her arm around me, my head leaning on her chest, which I
gently kissed. I looked up at her for a reaction, and her response was to
lean down and kiss me good night.

"Thanks, Sis," she whispered as we cuddled.

"Any time," I responded, a contented smile on my face.

We whispered a while longer, before I rolled over, letting her spoon me,
her full breasts pressed into my back and her arms wrapped around me. As I
drifted off to sleep, it became apparent in my mind that John and Michelle
were going to make it very difficult for me to move away to college in a
few weeks.