Her kiss had seemed to linger a little longer than usual. From there we walked arm in arm all the way out to the car and headed home.She wouldn't stop... playing with her tits, the whole ride home. Like a k** in a candy store squeezing them over and over, "These bras feel so much better than the other ones did, thanks again for going with me and helping make sure they look good." I came back with "anytime." Of course I would have been an idiot to have not gone with her, but I didn't say that out. Much practice makes this easy, glittering pins to hold my hair... and now... picking up a mascara I apply a coat to my lashes bending forward concentrating in the mirror... lips pursed for an application of lipstick... twirling a large fluffy brush and applying over my face to tone down a bit of the rosy glow from being completely taken by you, I look at you in the mirror... still silently watching me... I straighten look once more at my reflection... and turn to the bed picking the dress up. I was in the room decorated by mom with some flowers on the bed.The bedroom door is opened and my semi-nude mom walked in.She called my sister into the bedroom.As my sister walked in my dick started to rise.My mom noticed this and asked me to apply sindoor on my sister’s forehead.I did so. Now my mom wished my sister and left the room.My uncontrollable sister came to be running and hugged me and started kissing all my face and reached my lips.I ate her lips for about 10 min and with one hand. I tried to wrap my head around what it all meant. Was there something between Karin and me, or was she truly only a surrogate for Birgit? Our single act of lovemaking could be explained as the fulfillment of my relationship with Birgit, with Karin offering herself as a conduit for me to make love with Birgit one last time. Doing it again would have a completely different meaning. We hadn’t talked about us because it wasn’t about us. At least, it had not been, not until that kiss at the.