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Her Boyfriend's Sister
By
Jan
Plattsmouth, Nebraska is a farming town about 15 miles south of Omaha on the State Highway 75 and State Highway 34. Highway 34 is the river crossing between Nebraska and Iowa. This is the kind of country where every teenager has access to a pickup and probably started driving farm equipment by the age of 12.
This is the kind of community that supports the National Rifle Association and align themselves with the religious right. Any rumors of gay or lesbian relationships are considered scandalous and lead to a lot of tongue wagging and reproaches. The leadership of the local churches would call on them to repent or suffer the damnation of hell.
Girls are expected to marry young and have several children. Misty was a fifteen-year old sophomore in high school and had never thought of anything more than finding the right man to marry and how many children she would have.
She sought out a tall lean farm boy a couple of years older than her and she flirted with him until he thought it was his idea to ask her for a date her, not that she was not attractive.
Misty is only five foot two and 113 pounds. She is a dirty blond with blue-green eyes and her figure is 36-B, 21, 38. The top of her head barely reached the chest of her boyfriend.
The homes in the neighborhood were not all that old because between the river flooding in spring and tornados occasionally ripping through the area a lot of homes were rebuilt on the average of every couple of decades. Every home had a storm cellar.
Because the basements were below ground they were naturally the coolest place in the homes during the summer because the ground water was so high the soil was damp all of the time. The basements had to be water proofed during construction. Water sump pumps were part of the planning. Just the same most basements were made into usable spaces.
Her boyfriend's parents had made their basement into a large family room. There was everything down there a teenager needed, TV, stereo, refrigerator and a bathroom. One day after school he had picked her up after school and brought her to his home and they retreated to the basement to make out.
They were engaged in a heavy petting scene when his younger sister came down for some reason. Misty and Bill were only mildly upset with her presence and continued necking.
While they were busy kissing Bill's mother called down for him to come upstairs and do something he was supposed to have done earlier. After he left his sister came over and sat down next to Misty.
Her name was Kristine. They were the same age and they even had some classes together. She had long auburn hair and brown eyes. She was much more developed than Misty at five-foot eleven with measurements a lot more mature, 38-C+, 24, 40. Misty envied her figure because she was a stud magnet.
Kristine asked, "How do you French kiss my brother?"
Misty was still horny after making out with Bill. She tried to explain how they did it but Kristine asked her to show her.
Misty said, "Why not?" She had practiced kissing her girlfriends in the past when they had sleepovers so it was no big deal.
Kristine and Misty were really going at it when her brother came back down. He did not say anything but he did watch for awhile. It was getting close to dinner time so Bill had to take her home.
Misty tossed and turned that night thinking about the way Kristine had kissed her. She found herself slipping her hand under her nightgown and masturbating. She was confused by her feelings. She was not thinking about Bill but was thinking about the way Kristine was holding her while they kissed. She smelled so good and her face and lips were so soft. Her tongue was much bigger than hers and Kristine had been the one to tongue her mouth.
Misty was wondering if she was turning gay. She had a couple of more sleepless nights and she could not look Kristine in the eye at school.
She avoided going home with Bill for awhile. One day when school was over she was planning on going straight home because Bill was on a trip to Omaha with his father. She was walking home when Bill's pickup pulled up along side of her and she saw Kristine driving.
Kristine said, "Come on, get in."
Misty tossed her book bag into the pickup bed and got in the truck. It was at least ten years old and rattled as they headed down the road. Kristine would not hear about taking her home. She took her to her house and led misty down to the basement. Misty didn't see their mother or anyone. When she asked, Kristine informed her that her mother was visiting a neighbor so they had the house to themselves. Kristine started hugging and kissing her.
When Misty gave into her feelings and started returning the kisses, Kristine started feeling her small breasts. When Kristine started trying to remove her clothes Misty tried to resist at first but soon gave up fighting and allowed Kristine to pull her blouse up and push her small bra up over the tops of her breasts so that she could place her hands directly on her little breasts.
When Kristine started sucking on her nipples she didn't resist as Kristine started removing her blouse and bra. She even helped her to unfasten her skirt. She did resist her pulling down her panties because she felt strange being undressed by Kristine while she was still fully dressed.
Kristine stood up and proceeded to undress right there in front of her. She kicked off her flat heeled shoes and didn't have nylons on so it didn't take long to shed her blouse, bra, skirt and panties.
Misty was impressed with the size and shape of her breasts. She had large dark brown areolas with fat nipples. Her pussy had dark brown hairs on it. Misty didn't know if the triangle shape was natural or if Kristine shaved it that way.
Seeing her naked she felt even more inferior to her but she could not object this time when Kristine moved to pull her panties down.
Kristine didn't seem disappointed when she saw the light dusting of light brown hairs on her pubis. Kristine sat down on the sofa and pulled Misty down alongside her. She put one arm around her body and placed the other hand between her legs while she kissed her on the mouth. Misty could not believe how much she enjoyed the way Kristine was playing with her.
She had always been apprehensive about Kristine's brother getting her pregnant no matter how good playing with him had been. Having sex with his sister freed her from any concern about pregnancy.
Kristine knelt before her and sucked her pussy until she climaxed. While Misty flopped back and rested her head while she recovered Kristine stepped upon the couch so that she was standing with her feet on either side of Misty's hips and bent her knees until her pussy was being pressed against her mouth.
Misty looked up at the hairy pussy and knew what was expected. She started licking her pussy before she actually placed her mouth over her cunt and drove her tongue deep into her canal. She also reached up around Kristine's hips and took hold of both tits. She felt proud of herself when she felt her climax. She knew this was not going to be the last time.
They only had to hide their relationship for a short time before her brother went away to college. It was not long before he wrote home that he was getting married to a girl he met at college.
Misty and Kristine were constant companions through high school and went away to the University of Illinois together.
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