He lay me on my bed and kissed me some more, down my neck to my breasts, i was young and only had a b cup, he started licking and sucking my breasts i... giggled it tickled so much. fingering me as well then he moved me on top of him, i kissed his neck moving my hand down to his cock, it wasn't big only like 5 inches, i squeezed moving my hand up and down, he kept telling me to squeeze as hard as i could, i did my hand felt like it was going to fall off, the he asked me if i was ready, i said yes,. Then she stood up again, and, after finding and donning her clothes, walked towards her own bedroom, with that ass swinging teasingly. So, first of all... Holy shit! I just fucked my sister! This was kind of a bittersweet moment for me, it seemed. I mean, she's fucking hot, but... She's my sister! I picked all my stuff up and went to my own room to think things over. I thought about how I could balance my moral standings here. But before I had thrown any pros or cons, I realized something. I. .. I started to help him to dry himself, and he sat on the edge of the bath while I dried his legs and feet, and then he asked me to kiss his dick again. This time I smothered it with wet, tender kisses — soon it was wet with my saliva as I stroked my son's naked thighs, thinking how lucky I was.It had been only a few months ago that we'd been sitting together in the living room — my skirt had ridden up, and I knew that he could see a wide expanse of my bare thigh, but it didn't matter, there. Maybe because we haven't talked to each other yet about what has been happening to us lately, but love is something that you feel, regardless of how the other feels, right? I know that if we met 3 or 4 years ago, right now I would say that I love you. But back then, love was very immature, and I had less experiences than I do now. And, I know that if we were to start a relationship together, if Karen or Brian were not in our lives, that I would find myself falling in love with you very quickly..