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Chapter 39 — Sister Love
This summer, everything was a little different because of the corona virus. Even though Vietnam had sailed smoothly through the malaise, semester schedules had changed, and I began to miss my young playmates. None of them would be back before August, from what I was able to tell. Jenny was still in town, but I wanted to revel some more in my memories of my afternoon with her, before I would ask to see her again. And my time with Nguyet after the wedding, when she had played the intractable, had been so good that I decided not to get in touch with her to build up the tension.
As so often, chance provided an opportunity, however: Tuyet’s sister was graduating in early July, so Tuyet would be back in town for three or four days. We could see each other after the ceremony on Friday morning, Tuyet told me. Everyone would go to her aunt’s house for lunch, but Tuyet promised to come up with an excuse to not go, which would give us the whole house to ourselves.
When I arrived at her place around 10:30, I thought of the monumental rainy afternoon a year earlier, when Tuyet’s mother had flung herself at me in an irresistible manner. She had been wearing a short colorful summer dress but no underwear and had slowly exposed more and more of her pussy in Tuyet’s presence. Of course, we ended up having sex, and every detail of that day was passing my mind again as I was entering the house.
Surprisingly, the whole party was still standing in the hall, like they were waiting for someone. We nodded and greeted each other. Tuyet’s mother put on a knowing smile, but then I got distracted by Tuyet’s younger sister, the graduate, who was slowly coming down the stairs. She was still wearing her gown, but no cap. When she had joined the semi-circle of her family down here in the hall, she reached behind her head and put her chin on her chest to re-do her ponytail. She had a rubber band between her lips and was looking straight at me with her beautiful eyes. She had nice long bangs that framed her face on both sides. I was introduced to Trinh and congratulated her.
Tuyet saw that I enjoyed looking at her younger sister and pulled me away:
“Hey, let’s go upstairs,” she whispered.
I nodded at everyone and walked up the stairs with Tuyet, who was wearing a brightly colored dress, which was slightly too big for her. Strangely, she was sporting a black pantyhose, even though it was summer. She also had put on quite a lot of make-up; with her bright red cheeks, she looked like she was auditioning for a role in a children’s movie. To go the extra mile, she had her hair braided into a crown around. She looked quite different from the last time I had seen her, about eleven months ago. She seemed a little melancholic and exhausted but, of course, was still hauntingly beautiful.
In her room—in which I hadn’t stepped since the afternoon I had banged her mom—Tuyet sat down Indian style on her bed, near the lower end, looking at the wall above the headrest. I plopped down next to her, facing the other way, towards the dressing table. I looked at her and asked myself when she might be thinking. We never lost touch during the last ten months, but I wasn’t quite up to date what was going on in her life. I only knew from Tina that she had dumped her rich, entitled coke-head boyfriend and been super-busy with her studies, as she had transferred from Hue to Saigon and changed majors. I didn’t know, though, if she had a new boyfriend or whatever else might be going on. Tuyet was only here for four days for the graduation party, but perhaps we could go for coffee on Monday, I thought.
We could still hear her family chattering downstairs.
“So, everyone is going to your auntie’s house?” I asked to be sure that we would be alone for the next hour or two.
“Yes and no. They’re going to a restaurant. With my aunt, my mom’s sister. She invited us for a quick lunch. The big dinner is tonight, here at the house.”
“Your family isn’t expecting you to join them?” I was surprised.
“I told my mom I needed a break. I just arrived last night. And dad isn’t going either. We’ll all meet here tonight. Of course, my mother knows what’s up, now that she has seen you.”
I nodded. „Strange question: Did your sister graduate middle or high school?” Trinh seemed too grown up for middle school, but too young to have graduated high school. Sometimes, it was hard to tell how old young Vietnamese women really were. Fifteen-year-olds looked like 22 and vice versa.
“High school. She’s two years younger than me. 18,” Tuyet added as if she could read my thoughts. While I was thinking ‚Well, well!’, Tuyet added: “Her birthday is two days after mine, February 7.”
Downstairs, it sounded like everyone was finally leaving. The voices were fading and, eventually, the metal door screeched when someone was pulling it shut. Now it was quiet for a few seconds, but then Tuyet sighed.
“The last few months have been hell, seriously,” Tuyet said breaking the silence. “All I did was studying and bursa eskort writing exams. I barely ate or slept. I only went out once or twice a month.”
“Well, yeah, welcome to college. Did you meet up with Tina in Saigon?”
“Yep,” Tuyet giggled. “She told me about your teacher-student role-plays.”
“Yeah. Hot stuff. I loved it,” I confirmed. “It was awesome. I’ll tell you more about it next time if you want. What about your exams, though? You passed every one?” I wanted to know.
“Well, yes. So far. I’m still waiting for a few results. But I don’t want to think about it now.”
Tuyet got up and went over to the vanity table. She sat down and began to remove her make-up. She also opened her braids and combed her hair. I watched her for a minute or two in the mirror, but then I got up and stood directly behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders, and we looked at each other in the mirror.
„Tina told me you broke up with your boyfriend, the party-animal.”
„Yes, I did. That’s kind of a crazy story. He was quite a snow bird. I’ll tell you more about it when we go for coffee. Monday? I’m not in the mood to talk much right now.”
I massaged her narrow shoulders and then let my hands travel down her front. As I was caressing her small breasts, she grabbed my right elbow with her left hand, leaned against my arm, closed her eyes, and sighed again.
I stroked her hair with my other hand and suggested we go back to the bed. She opened her eyes and used a small cloth and some liquid to remove some more of her make-up. I sat down on the bed in the meantime, and after she had gotten up, Tuyet took off her dress. Then she reached on her back and opened her bra and went through her hair with spread fingers. She was slow today and pretty pensive. Maybe she was asking herself if she should undress completely right away. Or where she should position herself. When she stretched, I realized again how slim she was. I could see her rib-cage, and her pantyhose almost went up to her breasts.
Seeing her like this warmed the cockles of my heart—and my dick. I thought of taking off my pants but decided to wait. I admired the light, floral panties under the dark stockings and moved closer towards Tuyet, who was still standing next to the bed, to caress her midsection.
„We need to do it really slowly today,” she told me. “I’m a little out of practice,” she giggled quietly.
I nodded and kissed her tiny breasts, which were directly in front of me, the way she was standing. I twirled her nipples with my tongue, and when I looked at her face, she appeared content and relaxed, almost happy. I grabbed her small butt cheeks and massaged them gently, while I put one ear on her bellybutton and then closed my eyes.
When I opened them again, I persuaded myself that someone was watching us: the door to the room was ajar, maybe ten inches open. I couldn’t see anyone now, but I thought a head had ducked away a second ago. And hadn’t I heard someone walk barefoot in the hall earlier?
“Could there be someone in the house?” I asked Tuyet, who was standing with her back to the door.
She turned nonchalantly towards the door for a second and blew a strand of hair away from her mouth.
„Nonsense. They’re all at the restaurant,” she only replied before she put both thumbs in her pantyhose, which was moist in the crotch, and pushed it down.
After she had relieved herself of her panties as well, she sat down next to me on the bed. I got rid of my pants and underpants as well and lied down on my side on one forearm to caress her labia tenderly.
“Oh, Ben, before I forget, I’m pretty sure I’m ovulating tomorrow or the day after. I don’t wanna risk it. We’ll play a little and then I’ll just blow you? OK?”
I nodded, and we moved closer together. I lost the door from my line of vision and caressing Tuyet’s pussy gently made me completely forget about the incident, of which I wasn’t even sure it had happened. I looked in Tuyet’s eyes and touched her belly, her pubic mound, and then her pussy again, which was already pretty moist. Tuyet spit in her hand and began to stroke my dick.
I don’t know how or why, but I ended up playing with and pulling her inner and outer labia. After a while, her lips were protruding nicely, and I licked my fingertips to caress the groove between the two sets of lips, which swelled nicely in the process, just like her little clit. I had seen, licked, and touched her pussy three dozen times at least, but seeing it flushed with blood and swollen like this was something new. She seemed to love it, though, as she was moaning and heaving heavily. All her worries had disappeared, when I started to take her lips between my index finger and thumb to pull some more and then let them snap back periodically.
We kissed and knew that we were ready to fuck for ten or fifteen minutes, before I would pull out and come in her mouth. My pulsating dick was nicely stiff, while my glans glistened, looking exceedingly eager to be held tight by Tuyet’s bursa merkez escort moist, succulent lips like a hot dog in a bun. I liked playing with her lips so much that I promised myself to do that every foreplay from now on. So I reached for her pussy once more to get some more of her delicate glaze from between her lips onto my fingertips, but then Tuyet yelled in Vietnamese, stupefied in horror:
“Trinh! Sister! What are you doing?! Stop hiding; I know you’re there!”
After a brief moment of shock, I realized that Tuyet’s sister had been watching us for the whole time. I hid my dick quickly under my shirttails, even though Trinh had already seen it, while Tuyet clutched onto a pillow to cover her breasts and naked lap.
Trinh–which was pronounced ‘Tshinn’–had stepped into the door frame, looking sheepish, but didn’t say anything. Tuyet was, naturally, surprised that her sister was at the house at all and asked her why. Apparently, Trinh had told their mother that she wasn’t feeling well, as she didn’t want to go to lunch with her auntie. She was perhaps curious about me, too, but she wasn’t going to admit that right now. She was still blushing quite a bit, but when Tuyet yelled at her to leave, she didn’t budge. When the older sister pointed out of the door with her stretched arm and index finger, Trinh abashedly reminded us that the room in which we were having fun was actually hers now.
Well, Trinh was 18, and a rather attractive young woman. She had slightly darker complexion and was a little shorter than her sister but more womanly. Her calves were rather slim but her thighs seemed plumper—without being thick. Just like Jenny’s, Trinh’s upper lip curved upwards, so that one could always see her upper front teeth. Tuyet and Trinh didn’t really look like sisters. Trinh’s proportions weren’t quite settled yet, as is common among teenagers, but she was cute. She was wearing a grey cotton T-shirt with a picture of a boy band or something on the front and simple, loose, matching sports shorts.
My arousal had somewhat subsided and, of course, I felt bad that we were occupying Trinh’s room. I hadn’t known it was hers now and, obviously, we couldn’t just send her out. In the end, it was Tuyet’s decision what we would do, but we probably both wanted to continue, as we hadn’t had a sensual hour together for almost a year and as there wouldn’t be another chance for another six weeks at least.
As we all were quietly thinking how to solve the dilemma, Trinh had moved closer. I looked down my shirt to check if my dick was still properly covered. Tuyet was still holding on to the pillow, and I caught myself wondering whether her lips were still nicely swollen, flushed with blood, and protruding as they had been ten minutes ago. Or had that all been in vain?
As Trinh was standing close to me, I saw that her index and middle finger were covered in what looked like pussy juice. Apparently, she was left-handed. I took her hand like I wanted to comfort her but couldn’t resist and sniffed the whitish residue. Trinh laughed and snorted quietly, but I didn’t think Tuyet knew why I had moved Trinh’s hand close to my mouth. The smell of her hand was tantalizing, though.
To dissolve the stalemate, Trinh suggested that Tuyet and I continue while she would watch us quietly. I understood that much Vietnamese. But Tuyet was not going to have it and shook her head violently. As I felt sorry for Trinh, however, I came to her defense. After all, she had already watched Tuyet and me masturbating each other. When I moved to make room for Trinh—after all, it was her bed—my dick poked out from under my shirttails and was now pointing straight at Tuyet. Trinh blushed, but then both girls giggled and the tension eased.
“What the two of you just did was beautiful,” Trinh muttered in Vietnamese.
“Well, so did we,” I said jokingly. “Hey, Tuyet, Trinh and I will polish your pussy some more,” I suggested. “Come on!”
“Trinh, if you want to stay, you gotta undress,” Tuyet insisted in Vietnamese, addressing her sister. “Otherwise, it would be unfair, don’t you think?” she added in English, looking at me this time.
As everything had been settled all of a sudden, Tuyet lied down on the bed and spread her legs. I could see immediately that her lips were still moist and rather plump. I took off my shirt, which prompted Trinh to take off her shorts, including her panties. For some reason, she kept her shirt on. Perhaps she wasn’t too fond of her chest, even though her breasts seemed bigger than Tuyet’s. Anyway, seeing her naked butt and anticipating her pussy was enough for me. She could keep her shirt on if it made her more comfortable. Now, Trinh moved closer and inspected her sister’s flushed labia, while I continued playing with Tuyet’s pussy, hoping that Trinh would emulate the deeds.
When I squeezed Tuyet’s labia again, they really seemed big, especially as she was so slim and tender. My dick grew nicely stiff, and now Trinh couldn’t hold back. She kneeled bursa ucuz escort between Tuyet’s legs and started to massage her nether lips, seeming fascinated to be able to see and touch another young woman’s pussy for the first time. I retreated briefly to enjoy the endearing sight of the younger sister pleasuring the elder.
Needless to say, I became interested in the details of Trinh’s young, nimble body. The way she was propped up on her forearms between her sister’s legs, her firm little ass protruded nicely into the room, and her T-shirt was dangling loosely close to the bed. It had also fallen towards her armpits, so that I could see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I reached for her dangling pair of breasts, which earned me a disapproving look, however. Perhaps she wanted to tell me that she had kept on her shirt for a reason. Fine. So, I began to caress her butt instead, which exuded a subtle yet quite savory aroma.
Her skin was wonderfully smooth, and her flesh soft yet firm. I saw that my touches produced goosebumps on Trinh’s skin right away. The way I was sitting, I could only see her from the side, so I moved a little to be able to peek in her butt crack. I licked my fingers and stroked her cleft and pussy tenderly. I circled her butthole with the tip of my middle finger and the pressed it in her squeaky snatch. Ever so slightly. When Trinh looked at me disapprovingly, though, I pulled out again and sniffed my finger tip to draw in her fragrant maiden odor.
Trinh laughed quietly, smiled, and shook her head. Everything seemed much more relaxed now. I moved right behind her butt to admire her—I assumed—virgin pussy. Her outer labia were as plump as her thighs, and when I touched her inner lips again, I felt that Trinh’s pussy was already sufficiently wet. But Tuyet would have been furious if I had just mounted her from behind. So, I leaned forward and tickled her snatch with the tip of my tongue. I was amazed how easygoing and adventurous Trinh was, considering we had just met. Or, perhaps, her arousal had gotten the better of her judgment.
Trinh didn’t have much hair around her butt crack or pussy. Greedily I sniffed her aroma, and then inhaled deeply like an exhaust duct, while I couldn’t wait to push my dick in one of the two damsels. Tuyet had priority, of course, but she might be ovulating. To plan ahead, I asked Tuyet to inquire about Trinh’s menstrual cycle. Trinh’s English wasn’t good enough to discuss these matters without the help of a translator.
The two of them talked, but then Tuyet said: “She just had her period, but you’re not going to fuck her while I’m here. Please! Come on! She’s just 18, and a virgin. She can watch, now that she’s here, but that’s it …”
Well, Tuyet had offered herself to me when she had been 18, two years ago, and, of course, she had been a virgin. But this was not the moment to remind her of that. As I didn’t want to argue or seem obtuse, I just nodded and pushed Trinh gently to the side. Tuyet opened her legs, and I lied down on top of her. Trinh kept looking at her sister’s swollen labia, until I had buried Tuyet under my body. I watched Trinh’s expression as she was watching me and her sister getting ready to fuck. Tuyet folded her arms behind her head, but then I sensed a hand on my shaft, which wasn’t mine or Tuyet’s.
Trinh wasn’t going to just passively watch us. She wanted her share of the action and now directed my cock in her sister’s wet snatch. It was heavenly to feel my erect dick enter one of my all-time favorite women’s moist, velvety sheath. I began to thrust at medium speed, and when I looked sideways, I saw Trinh examining the mechanics of intercourse with her head bent sideways, just like one would inspect the wheel wells of a car.
Tuyet had closed her eyes and certainly would tell me when enough was enough. Of course, neither of us wanted her to get pregnant. Well, at my age, it took quite some time before I would come anyway, and so I propped myself on my forearms and kept thrusting at a leisurely speed. Tuyet seemed to have completely forgotten that her sister was right next to us on the bed, as she was moaning freely and joyfully now.
Trinh, however, the cheeky little brat, sat down next to Tuyet’s head and opened her legs, while I was fucking her older sister. I had seen and experienced quite a few salacious, titillating situations but this was a new level. Good Lord! Jesus fucking Christ! Trinh also grinned impishly; she knew how hot she was. He pussy was pulsating and nectar was oozing from between her lips. Her clit was twitching; and while her somewhat diamond-shaped bush wasn’t particularly large, it was glistening pitch-black.
While I was still pumping inside Tuyet, I couldn’t stop looking at her sister’s pussy right next to me. Trinh now was prying her pussy open with two fingers and let me look inside. I saw the opening of her urethra and, more importantly, noticed that her clit was actually quite substantial. It wasn’t quite a big as a small penis but, still, the pearl on the stick was rather formidable, perhaps a third of an inch in diameter and protruding by half an inch. I didn’t think, though, that Trinh was aware that her clit was special, as she probably had never seen another woman’s pussy. But Tuyet’s clit was not even half Trinh’s. One day, soon, I would have to spend some time with Trinh’s clitoris, I made a mental note.
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