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My Sister Amanda Part 5

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I early the next morning; both Amanda and Katie had their head on my chest, and

their breasts rubbing against my side. I could tell that Katie's nipples were

hard, but wasn't sure if it was because of last night or her dreams. All I

know is the feeling of her hard nipples started to make my cock get hard.

Looking down I notices both their hands on my stomach, my cock climbing

c

My Sister Amanda Part 4

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My Sister Amanda Part 4



Well that’s pretty much how our week went without our parents. We stayed home and we hate and fucked. It was one hell of a week, one I will never forget, and one I don’t think my sister will forget either. Especially the last day, Friday. We knew our parents would be home late Saturday, so we still had half a day with each other, but Friday was a day to remember. I wok

My Sister Amanda Part 1

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My Sister Amanda Part 1





Now, me and my sister didn’t get along to well when we were growing up. That’s probably due to the fact that I always gave her hell because my secret was that I wanted her, I wanted her badly. Now my sister Amanda is 20 and stands about 5’5”, dark brown hair that goes down to about the middle of her shoulder blades, gorgeous 36C tits, and the perfectl

My Sister Amanda Part 3

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My Sister Amanda Part 3



The next few days went uneventful. I went to school, Amanda went to work, mom went to work as well as dad but every day I got home from school, mom was home. That pretty much meant that things were slow at the office and mom had nothing to do so she ended up coming home early. The weekend finally came and like most weekends, I had nothing to do. All my

My Sister Amanda Part 2

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My Sister Amanda Part 2





I woke up the next morning at 6am like always, remembering what happened the night before. I was sitting there thinking of a way to stay home when mom knocked on my door. “Billy, time to get up, it’s time for school.” I heard her yell through the door. That’s when it hit me, “I don’t feel well mom, I think I’m going to stay home.” I