The entire trip, Travis and I shared a cabin or room, and I don't think a day or night went by that we did not have sex in some form or another. I alw...ys thought about our relationship as one of a loving brother and sister but having sex with him as often as I did just made me feel even closer to him. I don't know what "being in love" feels like, but what I feel for Travis is a lot different than it was last summer. One day, we were sitting in our room and Travis was looking at a photograph of. ..”“Means what?”“I shouldn’t really say, what with you being his sister and all.”“Oh, I’ve probably heard a lot worse. Come on, spill the beans.”“Okay. It means he goes straight to sleep later and I’ll...”“Have to take care of your own needs?”“Something like that.”Liza shook her head. “I can’t say I’m surprised. He’s always been a selfish git. Even when we were little.”“It’s just not fair!”“I know. But hey, it’s a party, right? Let’s forget about him and enjoy it.”“I suppose, although I didn’t. He’d lifted her onto the desk, removed her panties, and given her three mind blowing orgasms. Now, she stood astride him, holding her dress around her waist. His cock was painfully hard as she lowered herself onto him, his head parting her labia and her tight pussy gripping him as she slowly impaled herself on his cock. She shuddered as he stretched her, filling her like no other before as he revelled in her tightness. He thought he could feel her pulse through the walls of her vagina as she. He took his position behind her.. a hand on her hip, the other the small of her back. His cock feeling its way back inside of her. As it found its wasy, he slowly started to reenter her, she started to arch her back. His hand that was on the small of her back pushed her back down, as the hand that was on her hip pulled her back as he forced into her, hard and fast. She squeeled in delight, he thrust again, the hand on the small of her back reaching up to grab her hair. He wrapped his hand.