She nodded, her eyes wide with curiosity.

You paused, letting the image of Isabella sink in. You could see the jealousy and arousal in Alisha's eyes as you continued, you could feel your cock throb in her presence as you remembered the fantasy. Alisha's hand was still on your balls, rubbing them gently as she listened to every word.

I had always heard stories from you about Isabella. She lived in America, and I had never had the chance to meet her. But when she finally came to stay with us for a week, I was not prepared for the effect she would have on me.

The moment I laid eyes on her, I was in love. She was 18 and fucking stunning, with long brown hair and an ass that was absolutely to die for. She was wearing the tightest leggings I had ever seen, and I could barely tear my eyes away from her fuckable tight body.

My cock started to ache as I stared at her, my mind filled with filthy thoughts.

I tried to play it cool, but it was no use. Isabella was incredibly flirty, and she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She would bend over in front of me, giving me a clear view of her perfect ass, and I would have to bite my tongue to keep from moaning out loud. I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to fuck her brains out and cum in her tight little ass.

One night, when you were downstairs making dinner, I found myself alone with Isabella in the bathroom. She was standing in front of the mirror, fixing her hair.

and I couldn't help but stare at her reflection. She was wearing a tight tank top that showed off her perky tits, and her leggings were so tight that I could see the outline of her pussy.

Isabella knew she was being watched as she touched herself in the bathroom. The thrill of it only heightened her arousal. She bent over, pulling her tight leggings tight against her ass, and let out a moan as she pissed herself. The warm liquid soaked through the fabric, clinging to her skin.

She turned to face me, her eyes filled with desire. She pulled off her leggings, revealing her glistening wet pussy. She began to rub the soaked fabric against herself, moaning louder with each stroke.

She spread her legs wider, giving me a better view as she continued to rub the piss-soaked fabric against her clit.

I couldn't take it anymore. I stepped forward, pressing my groin against her ass, and she let out a little gasp of surprise. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her close, and she melted into me. I could feel her heart racing as I kissed her neck, my other hand reaching down to cup her ass.

I couldn't take it anymore. I stepped forward, pressing my groin against her ass, and she let out a little gasp of surprise. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her close, and she melted into me. I could feel her heart racing as I kissed her neck, my other hand reaching down to cup her ass.

She turned to face me, her lips parted in anticipation, and I couldn't resist. I kissed her deeply, my tongue exploring her mouth as she moaned softly. I could feel her body grinding against mine, her hips moving in time with my own.

I picked her up, setting her down on the rim of the bathtub and she wrapped her legs around my waist, and I couldn't help but slide my dick inside her wet pussy. She was so tight and hot, and I knew I had to have her. I slammed into her, making her cry out in pleasure, and I started to fuck her hard and fast. She buried her face in my neck, biting down on my shoulder as I pounded into her.

I could feel myself getting close, and I knew I had to cum. I pulled out, turning her around so that she was bent over the toilet. I slid my cock back into her, fucking her from behind as she reached down to play with her clit.

I could feel myself on the edge, and I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I pulled out, cumming all over her ass, watching as it dripped down into the toilet.

She stood up, turning to face me, and I pulled her in for another kiss. We fucked again over the bathroom counter and I smeared her hungry pussy and belly in a thick layer of cum.

We cleaned up, and I went downstairs to help you with dinner. But I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. I had fucked Isabella, and it had been everything I had imagined and more. I knew I would never be able to forget it, no matter how hard I tried. But all I could imagine was fucking you and your sister together, both of you sucking on my dick and ass fucking you both like dirty little anal sluts.

As you finished telling Alisha about your fantasy of being with her younger sister Isabella. Her eyes were filled with a mix of jealousy and desire as she began to rub your dangling balls even harder and deep throats your fat meat.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. But the feel of her hand on you, combined with the intoxicating mix of taboo and desire in her voice, made it impossible to resist. You began to tell her more, describing in detail the things you had imagined doing with Isabella.

As you spoke, Alisha's hand moved more urgently, causing you to grow harder and harder, your dick was aching. She bit her lower lip, her eyes glazed with lust as she listened to every word.

Tell Alisha another fantasy about her younger sister?