Numerous times I would just go through the motions of faking orgasms or letting him cum and then saying it was okay if we stopped. I would always cho...ose a position in which I did not have to face him. I tried to make this work and would research different positions to try. No matter what I just did not find myself having fun.I also noticed that I was not displaying any signs of arousal. My friends and jokes would talk about a girl getting wet or nipples getting hard. None of these things. She couldn’t see my face. But again she apologized to me. “Don’t worry sister I liked it very much,” my tongue slipped.She smiled.Sis: So you liked it?Me: Yes I liked it very much. I couldn’t sleep last night I was thinking about it.We started to speak freely. She was in nighty.Sis: Oh you didn’t sleep or doing something else? (handjob)Me: Yeah I was doing something thinking about youShe smiled again. As we were speaking my dick started to rise and it was protruding upwards in my lungi. She saw. Then she sat down on the bed with her legs spread to finger her clit for a while, watching me with her large brown eyes and waiting for me to be ready. As my erection started to soften slightly, I pulled the foreskin back and forth over it to harden it again while she went down on her knees, her face laid sideways on the pillow, her black hair spread out over her back, the pillow and her cheek, her hands spread out on either side of her head, an inviting half smile on her face. I rubbed a bit. I made sure to wrap a towel around her and after getting her comfortable lying down on her stomach in the recovery position (I heard that was a good thing to do), I took off for home. She was just crying on the seat; holding her head. “Just hold on; we are almost home!” I yelled back to her. Once I docked, I picked her up and carried her into the house to lay her down on the couch. My mom, being a nurse, was all she needed to be looked after and we let her rest for the day. After having the.