The day started off like any other, until the front door swung open and in walked Aliya, my older sister. She was dressed in a fiery red blazer, a white crop top that revealed her toned abs, and a mustard-yellow sarafan that hugged her curves in all the right places. I couldn't help but admire her as she sauntered into the living room, her heels clicking against the hardwood floors.
"Hey sis," she said, dropping her bags by the door. "I missed you."
I stood up from the couch, my heart racing at the sight of her. "I missed you too," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
We caught up on each other's lives, filling each other in on all the details we had missed while she was on tour. Our mother excused herself to the kitchen, leaving Aliya and I alone in the living room.
Aliya noticed me staring at her and playfully chided, "Like what you see, sis?"
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, but I didn't look away. "More than you know," I replied, my voice steady and confident.
Aliya raised an eyebrow, intrigued. She glanced down and noticed the growing arousal in my pants. "Well, someone's excited," she said, smirking.
I couldn't deny it. The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned in, our lips meeting in a soft, sensual kiss. Our hands intertwined as we explored each other's mouths, our bodies pressed close together.
As we pulled away, Aliya broke the silence. "I didn't know you felt this way," she said, her voice husky with desire.
I was emboldened by her words. "There's a lot you don't know about me," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Aliya didn't hesitate. She dropped to her knees and began to pleasure me, her hands working their magic as I moaned with pleasure. After a few minutes, she pulled away, her lips glistening.
I couldn't resist any longer. I reached out and touched Aliya through the thin fabric of her sarafan, feeling her warmth beneath my fingers. She let out a soft gasp as I explored her body, my fingers brushing against her skin.
I slipped my hand underneath her sarafan, my fingers exploring her wetness. Aliya moaned with pleasure, begging for more. I was eager to please, and I began to finger her, my fingers moving in a steady rhythm.
Aliya's moans filled the room as I brought her to the brink of ecstasy. I slipped my fingers out of her, bringing them to her lips. Aliya sucked on them, her eyes locked onto mine as I finished on her face.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths heavy with pleasure. "I can't believe we never did this before," I said, my voice filled with wonder.
Aliya smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. "There's a lot more we can do," she replied, her voice filled with promise.
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