Mafia Desire (Erotica)

June just turned eighteen, she’s a stunner and knows it. With long, blond hair, piercing blue eyes, a very tight fit body, a pair of sweet 34Cs, and…. an amazing ass.

Tonight June is in tight bike pants and a midriff-baring jogging bra. I know that Carol is out to play paddle tonight, and will be home around 10. I watched her as she packed her bag and left earlier.

Damn, I get horny just by watching June walk around the house, a fucking teaser she is.

I cook some dinner, Carol’s and June’s parents are away tonight as well, it’s only me and June, but by the time dinner is ready, June is nowhere to be found.

A few hours later, as I’m watching Liverpool and Arsenal, I hear the front door open up and I think it’s Carol, or Jack and Jane, But Carol was due in 30 minutes and Jack and Jane were away on some family thing.

It’s June that stumbling in, slightly hobbling, and collapsing onto the couch next to me with a groan.

“June! What did you do to yourself?” I ask.

She’s sweaty and damn sexy looking with her long blond hair pulled back into a beautiful ponytail, her damp t-shirt clings to her breasts, and her little shorts hugging the wonderful curves of her tight ass at the top of her smooth, tan long legs. Confident and athletic, truly is eye-candy by any standard of the phrase.

“I think I hurt my leg… it’s sore,” she says, rubbing her in my thigh. She looks in pain. Aha, I’ve seen this before, it’s to check out my condition, you tease.

“Probably just a slight strain,” I offer, “I’m sure you’ll be right after a hot shower and a good sleep!”

“I think it’s a little more serious than that… can you have a look?” June asks.

She walks over and stands in front of me (blocking the TV) and parts her legs slightly. The smell of her sweat actually turns me on or is the sight and fantasy about her pussy that does the trick. I guess, we’ll never know. I gently place one hand on her outer thigh, and one on her inner thigh and gently massage them.

She’s wearing her bike pants so it’s hard for me to feel any muscle problems through her clothing. I gently rub her back and inner thigh, careful not to go near any good bits. I like the feel of her thighs, but I can’t work out whether she has a muscle issue or not.

Buuut, I do enjoy how she beautifully shows off her sweet camel toe with her big lips hiding away her pink clit (well, Imagine it to be pink) for me.

“Turn around,” I say, letting go of her.

June turns around, and again I place my hands on either side of her leg. This time I am able to closely check out her cute bottom. I gently rub her inner thigh. I’m not really doing anything other than caressing her. She reaches her hands skywards in a stretch, making her bottom protrude more. I like the view, my cock stirring to attention. I know it’s wrong to be feeling up my girlfriend’s sister, but how can I resist.

The film of sweat on her skin gleams in the pale light from the TV is intoxicating, her whole being is.I can see the beautifully define’s muscles in her lower back, just above the elastic of her biker shorts. I can smell her, too, the fragrance of her perfume, overlaid with more powerful aromas: salt and sweat and the faint musk of excitement.

“Where does it hurt?”

“Here,” June points to a spot right under her round Glutes, where it meets her Hamstring.

“Does it hurt if you flex your leg?”

“What does that mean?”

“Ok, if you bend forward, does it hurt then?”

June bend forward a little and I get a good view of her buttock, revealing a crescent of firm flesh – and beyond it the dark shadow of her crotch with the tight gusset of her pants snug between the golden thighs.

I visualize what’s hiding behind those tight bikes shorts, and her strip of damp fabric. Probably plump wet lips… and the tight little orifice behind it, crimped and snug between the fragrant cheeks of her ass. I imagine the dampness there – the press of her wet flesh against the material, the leak of her juices into the weave of the fabric, as sweet as fresh honey. “To be quite truthful,” I say, working hard to sound normal. “I can’t feel anything swollen, but your bike pants are tight, so they may be keeping any swelling down. If you want me to look closer, I need to feel your muscles a little better, and then I need you to….”

“Oh, I can take the bike pants off, I’m wearing panties, you can have them later.” June says coyly, biting her lip.

And with that she instantly pulls the biker shorts over her hips and down her legs, exposing her pale, fit, and round ass. It’s even more perfect than I had imagined live, and it looks all the sexier with the slutty, little thong she’s wearing.

She’s wearing a sexy pair of thongs, of course. They are black and sculptured in a sort of lace and see-through in places. And tiny. And slightly damp from her sweat or something.

Her thong is snuck in between her big outer lips, and her cleft is neatly shaven, with just the wispiest of treasure trail extending just above her slit. I am flabbergasted and speechless and all I can do is stare in admiration. My heart’s fluttering, my mouth goes dry, and I dare not move for fear of ruining this moment. Her pussy lips are dark pink and they appear swollen, and even her light pink inner lips are visible. June smiles as she watches me looking at her crutch.

My mind starts to wander again. I want to put my hand down and slide my finger up and down the camel toe of her panties. She has her eyes closed, breaths heavily and quietly moaning and her mouth is slightly open.

I reach the waistband, slide my hand down and under the damp flimsy thong, savoring the soft little patch of pubic hair, damp from her arousal. Repeating the earlier movement with my finger, but this time between her bare pussy lips. I move my fingers slowly up and down, she’s soaking wet, ready for my cock.

“Yo, Steve, are you gonna stare away from the pain, come on.”

I feel my face go red and instantly start to feel, sorry examine, the upper part of her thigh.

“Again, does it hurt if you bend over?”

June turn against me and once again bends forward. It’s an arresting sight, long shapely legs, firm and well-toned, and the neatest little ass I’ve ever seen, so firm and round, each cup-cake buttock beautifully defined… just begging to be grasped, framed by the flare of her hips and the tight curve of her waist. The flesh of her back is as smooth as alabaster, a sort of creamy-white color and shiny from sweat. But, best of all is the sight of her little pussy peeping back at me from between the cheeks of her ass as she bends forward. The thin thong-strap does nothing to cover her temple. I am close enough to see her pussy clearly, hiding like a little furry animal in a cave with a few wisps of hair around it, as fine a spun gold – testimony to the fact that she is a genuine blonde. I have an unbelievable direct view of her wet vagina and especially of her beautiful pink asshole.

“And the pain is here, right?” I say, again, trying to keep calm, and place my right index finger on the spot she had previously indicated was the source of her discomfort.

“Yes, and a little higher, like deep inside my ass. My ass muscle that is.”

My cock is raging hard feeling and gently pushing my right hand’s fingers into her muscles.

As I push my hands into her muscles she stumbles forward, not able to keep her balance.

“Ok, why don’t you lay down on the couch here, that way I can dig in a little deeper to get a better view.” In more ways than one… but I don’t say that.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

June lays down on the couch and start to “examine” her, I gently push my rigid fingers into the flesh and she give me a couple of slight; “aooo” sounds when I hit a few spots, or she’s just faking it, I don’t care at this moment.

“Ok, it seems like you’ve got some small cramps, that’s nothing to worry about, it will go away in a few days.”

“Steve, I’ve got a competition this weekend, I can’t wait that long.”

“Hmm.”

“Can you just rub it a bit, as my physios do at my high school?”

“You mean massage, right?”

“Yeeah, that’s it, like massage it a little please..”

Fuck I am sooo hard, and sooo want to fuck her.

“Fine, just a little then.” I get up and grab a bottle of baby lotion oil from the downstairs bathroom. There she is, my girlfriend’s little sister with her perfect and plump round bottom completely uncovered for me to see, and touch. Fuck I am hard.

I pour some oil in my hands, rub them together, to warm the oil, and just sit there for a second, without touching her at all, just rubbing the oil with my hands. I let myself drink in the image of my girlfriend’s beautiful, naked little sister, well, except for the tiny thong thread between her cheeks. Her relaxed pose on her belly is magical, she looks so lovely I think my heart might break and my cock might burst.

I place my hands on her firm butt cheeks and I have to squirm a little and position myself in a way so she can’t feel my hard-on on her leg.

“I feel really tense,” June whisper meekly.

I press a spot very high up on her Hamstrings and she gasps,

“Ouch! Oh God – right there.”

“I’m sorry, I can totally feel that it’s tight – I’ll be gentle.”

I put both my oily hands on the bare skin of her thighs, her pale, shiny skin look so beautiful, and I can actually feel that her muscles are all bound up and tense as I slowly work at them with my fingers.

“How are you feeling, I mean, are you tense here?”

“Oh, yes, it kinda hurts.”

Her ass is so deliciously smooth, pale, warm, and unbelievably lovely. I feel myself becoming a little bit lost, and I just let myself drink in the profound devotion I feel for my girlfriend’s little sister.

“Oh God, that’s the spot, right there.”

“Wow June, you are really muscular from all your hard work on the track and field team. And I can feel how stressed this one spot is.”

At first, June actually seems to be in a little bit of pain. I press into her strong muscles and I feel like I actually know what helps, and I keep rubbing her flesh with my fingers.

“Does this feel okay?” I ask.

“Yes – I need this, it’s so tight.”