My grin broadened to the point where it felt like the corners of my mouth were about to touch my earlobes. There was Isabelle, so lovely, laying back on the couch, completely helpless to my sex-starved mind. My eyes drifted from her closed eyelids, down her face, her neck, and then to her precious tits. My heart began to race wildly as I extended my hand toward one. My eyes danced back and forth from my sister's closed eyes, back to Isabelle's, and down to her tit which was coming closer, closer, closer, until at last my fingertips met the clothed bulge of her nightshirt. I quickly jerked my hand away and checked her face for any signs of being awake and then looked over at my sister's motionless frame. I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I reached forward once again, somewhat more quickly. Once my fingertips felt the cloth of her nightshirt I continue pressing forward until I could feel the softness of her supple breast.
Again I jerked my hand away and checked her eyes and my sister's. Asleep. I grabbed a handful of the bottom of my shirt to try to fight off the nervous tension as I reached out once again, my palm coming in for a landing. It touched down lightly on Mount Titty. I did another sleep check and then began to slowly curl my fingers, feeling the softness of her titflesh molding into my hand. I extended my fingers and then curled them again with more pressure and faster until I found myself squeezing her tit with a rhythm. My upper lip trembling, I released the grip I'd had on my shirt and transferred the grip to Isabelle's other tit. My hands were now both full of Isabelle's wonderful breasts. They felt so soft yet so firm. I could feel her nipples in the center of my palms and decided to have a look.
I moved my hands from her mounds to the bottom of her nightshirt and began to slowly slide it up her legs as I watched her and my sister for any signs of movement. Her white panties came into view as I worked the shirt higher and higher. As I continued to raise the shirt, for a moment I thought I could make out the lips of her pussy and paused my shirt raising for a touch. I continued holding her shirt bottom in one hand and reached the other toward her pussy. I could instantly feel a warmth as my fingertips reached one of the lips. I pressed in gently and felt its softness give way. I shifted my fingers towards the cleft between the lips and began to press forward when I suddenly realized that if this were to wake her up, I wouldn't get a chance to see her tits.
So I returned my hand to her shirt and continued lifting. Her flat, tan tummy became uncovered. It seemed like an eternity when I finally began to see the bottoms of her globes coming into view. I lifted the shirt faster, anxious to see them. More of her caramel melons became bare and then I saw her nipples. My breath snagged in my throat as I caught sight of them. They were a slightly different shade than the surrounding skin of her tits. Something like a combination of brown, bronze, caramel, and pink. I lifted her shirt to her neck and then stepped back to marvel over finally seeing Isabelle's fabulous breasts in all their glory.
I did another sleep check and then stretched out both hands at the same time, my fingers twitching, until my palms came into contact with her bare breasts. I took a moment to savor the warmness of them and then once again began to rhythmically squeeze them. My dick felt as though it would explode any minute as I watched the shadows develop across her tits wherever my fingers squeezed. I shifted my hands and lightly touched her nipples and then gave them a gentle pinch and was shocked to find them hardening under my fingertips.
My fascination with them continued to grow until I suddenly realized that I was now straddling her legs and my face was just inches from her chest. The voice of the guy in the lockeroom came back to me.
"Dude, her tits felt so great on my face. They were all soft and whatnot."
I leaned forward, urging myself on until my face was buried in her cleavage. The guy in the lockeroom was right. Female breasts felt wonderful. I shifted my face back and forth between her tits while continuing to gently touch her nipples. During the course of this, my tongue somehow made its way out of my mouth and I tasted her soft titties for the first time.
"Mmmmpppffff," I spoke into her breasts.
Absolutely wonderful! I almost had to grab the hair on my head and pull just to get myself to peek over and make sure my sister was still asleep. I looked back to Isabelle and down to her bronze globes which now were shining with my saliva. I went back to work licking her tits and finally took one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I passed my tongue over it from top to bottom and then left to right. My tongue made circles around the edge of it and pressed directly into it. I suddenly wondered how her other nipple tasted and decided to find out and quickly clamped my lips around it.
Having finally seen...and touched...and licked...and sucked Isabelle's pretty titties, I was content to risk contact with her pussy. I lowered her shirt to her waist, did a sleep check, and then began tracing my fingers down over her mound. I once again centered my index finger at the cleft of her pussy lips and began to press in. Her panties and the lips gave in more and more, my heart beating faster and faster until I forced myself to remove my finger for a moment to catch my breath and make sure she was still asleep.
Next, it was my thumb making its way to the center of her lips. I gently worked it in slightly and moved it up and down while my fingers rested up higher. After a few moments of toying around with her pussy I brought my hand to my nose and smelt my thumb and finger. It was an unusual smell, nothing like anything he had ever smelled. Not a bad smell, but it was faint. I decided that I needed a better sample and grabbed a handful of the waistband of her panties with one hand and pulled them away from her body while slipping my other hand down inside. I could instantly feel some light hair against my fingers but as my fingers continued down to her pussy I noticed the hair stopped. The lips of her pussy were amazingly smooth. I placed my index and ring finger on the lips of her pussy and curled my middle finger in between them. I could feel a slight wetness against my finger as I pressed in. I went in with it to the knuckle. The warmth on my finger was incredible. I pulled my finger back out of her and looked over the slick, clear liquid on my finger.
Again I brought my hand to my nose for a whiff and this time was able to pick up a stronger scent but was still at a loss with how to describe it. I finally decided that a better way to get a scent would be to get closer to the source so that's what I did. I slid away from the couch and knelt on the floor while placing my hands on Isabelle's knees. My anticipation was urging me along as I spread her legs for better access to her warm little box. I rocked forward on my own knees, placing my face just inches from her panty-covered cunt. I moved closer and closer until I could feel the cotton of her panties brushing against my nose and then I took a whiff. I was almost frustrated at the fact that I still couldn't quite decode the smell.
I gently pulled her panties to the side to uncover her pussy. Her lips were beginning to shine with the moisture of her juice. Once again my tongue somehow slipped from my mouth and this time it found a pussy lip instead of a nipple. Her taste instantly shot across my tongue. Like the smell of her pussy, I couldn't find a description for it but it seemed to set off every taste bud on my tongue. Everything from sweet, to tangy, to bitter. I checked her and my sister for sleep and then decided to shift my tongue to her entrance. I slowly but surely slipped my tongue into her pussy farther and farther until the lips of my mouth were resting against the lips of her cunt. I was getting bolder by the minute so I withdrew my tongue and began to move it up, down, and across the entire area of her pussy, trying to taste her.
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