He gave it several quick pumps which just made it harder and then lowered the wet pink panties over his aching manhood. He could feel the slickness th...t his sister had left in them envelope the leaking head of his rampant cock. When he was completely wrapped in his sister's silken wetness he began to slowly stroke the drenched gusset up and down his turgidness. It felt wonderful and now he just needed a pair of his mother's panties to bury his nose into and he would be well on his way to. Please?" Sammi, I've said all I can say to you, until you respond, but I hope that doesn't mean I can't hold your hand, put a lock of hair behind your ear, or flirt shamelessly with my gorgeous sister." Oh, the flirting is tons of fun, Sam. Please don't stop that ... I think it's cute that you like to flirt with your own sister. I'm really sorry for the confusion in the shower, or about the shower." OK, Samantha, but remember, flirting may be fun ... but being next to someone you love can be. You're with me now and will be forever, if you wish."Somehow those whispered words rang through her soul. Before, she had been able to feel his love as well as his anger. Now, in addition to the love, she somehow felt his sincerity. As simple as that, her doubts fled. There had never been any logic to back them, anyway, just vague emotion associated with her rejection of the prick who tried to own her. She had hated the thought of the asshole acting as if she had no choice and was his. I really never wanted to stop kissing Tiffany. Unfortunately I still needed to breathe.Then she started the next kiss, moving her hands up and down my back, squeezing my ass as she continued to grind herself into me. It was as if she was trying to flatten her decent sized breasts by crushing them against me. She stopped the second kiss to tell me the zipper in the back of her skirt was not there for decoration.The Meatloaf CD started to play Paradise by the Dashboard Lights.Ok universe, I'm.