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Sister's Mistake

... into her. His pelvic bone was bumping against her clit on every thrust and she came in waves, cresting again and again until she felt him spurt into her again, bathing her chafed pussy with soothing cream. She collapsed on him and lay panting, her rock hard nipples boring into his chest. They lay still for a long time; the only motion his hands sliding up and down her back and onto the firm, round cheeks of her ass. He marveled at the silky skin under his fingers, the resilience of her butt, the firmness of her youth. She stirred from her euphoria, kissing him gently for a long time. “I need to pee,” she said. “I don’t think I can walk, lover. Carry me?” He laughed, rising to his feet with her in his arms. He carried her to the toilet and started the shower while she peed. He opened the shower door and went back, pulling her to her feet and carrying her into the shower. They washed each other gently, exploring new territory. He knelt and soaped her little pussy, washing away lather and cum, then tonguing her little clit until she gasped and came again, clutching his shoulders for support. She was able to walk to bed and they climbed in together. He held her slight naked form as she spooned up against him again. He kissed her neck and felt her utter relaxation against him. “I can sleep now,” she told him. “I know what I’m going to wake up thinking about, Mark.” “What is it?” he asked. “I’m going to be thinking about when we can do this again,” she said. “Mark, do you think Kesha is cute?” “Very cute,” he said. “Why?” “She’s coming over tomorrow,” she said. “She was raped too, you know. Do you think you would like to fuck her?”