As the crisp white shirt made it’s way up Sam’s torso, it exposed her dark Brazilian abdomen and then a delicate lace bra overflowing with delicio...s looking mounds of flesh. Krista moved slightly, just enough to bring her fingers to her own pussy and begin stroking slowly. God, she was soaked. She wondered how wet the other two girls were by this point. As if to answer Kristas unasked question, Jessie playfully pushed Sam’s shoulder, guiding her to lie back, and then began to unbutton Sam’s. The reason behind this ritual was that washing the penis with goats’ milk and then mixing his semen in it was supposed to result in healthy and beautiful babies.Another reason, which was never stated but made sense, was that if the groom masturbated just before consummating his marriage then he was likely to stay inside his wife for longer.With the business taken care of, the mother would put on a shiny headgear on the groom’s head and tie a red loincloth around his groin. The red color was. I didn’t want to ask – it wasn’t my place, wasn’t anyone’s place to force her to retell that story – but I didn’t have a good idea of what else to talk about. I’m certainly not going to ask if she’s okay – the answer to that is clear and obvious enough without discussion.I settled on something oblique, but innocuous enough to allow her to deflect if she wished. “Have you been sleeping?”She flinched at the sound, but then relaxed slightly and cleared her throat. “A little,” she whispered.. ." She paused, and then got up and left.I sat there for a moment, in thought. Do I really want this? What if this makes things weird between us? Then again, the confession may have already done that.Finally, I got up.My sister was sitting on her bed. "Have you decided?" Yes."My sister got up, as I walked over to her. She leaned up, and we kissed. It felt weird at first, but I began to ease up. My sister stopped for a moment, and rubbed my chest. "You okay, baby?" she whispered."Yeah. This-I.