My moral stance did not change the feeling of her bottom pressed against me and her breas beneath my fingers. Which led to an inner debate between des...re and virtue. Virtue argued she was hurt and you should never, ever take advantage of a friend's vulnerability. Vice counted witht the fact that she herself had placed my fingers around her full, round bosom. Did that not imply a limited permission to grope? Virginal desperation eventually won out. And so I extended my digits and began to feel. Usne mera underwear b eksath nikal diya ab me pura nanga tha uske samne aur vo mere samne sirf black bra aur penty me. Bahar aate hi mera land foonkare marne laga jise dekhker bhabhi chok gai aur boli ” hay kitna bada land he tera aur virgin bhi dekho kese tadap raha he” uske expression dekhne jese the usne itna kehte hi mera land hath me pakad liya.Mere body me ek currant sa fail gaya muje kuch hone laga. Usne jab mere land ko muh me liya to me pagal hone laga muje laga jese me swarg me pahoch. I like when you make me cum.I'm not sure mom is right about this. Why is it frowned upon when it feels so good? What's wrong with making my si(s)ter feel good?I didn't know how to answer Nicoles questions. In theory she's right.Thank you Nicole, now get to bed before mom wakes up or checks up on us. I smacked her tiny ass lightly. Nicole giggled and ran out of my room.I thought about what Nicole said to me “Why is it frowned upon when it feels so good? What's wrong with making my si(s)ter feel. She brought her hand to her mouth and tentatively gave it a lick. “My cum tastes better than Peter’s!” she said. I joined in with her amusement, reassuring her it was nothing weird or abnormal, and that next time I wanted to watch. She agreed and yawned. I knew her hard cum had taken a lot out of her, so I told her it was bedtime, but that I would help her changed her sheets first. She started to scoot under the covers and told me that she didn’t mind her own cum and that she thought it was.