When I became meaningfully hard, she stood, pressing her body, and particularly those breasts, against me."Upstairs this time!" she growled in my ear....Unusual. Normally the first fuck was on the sofa, or over the table, or on the carpet, but always in the living space. Bedrooms were for subsequent fucks, always sloppy seconds, or thirds. For the past few times, we had talked dirty during the bedroom fucks, about her being filled with cum when I pushed into her cunt. It seemed to work magic for. It had to have been 10 inches and I also told her that he was a bigger pervert than I was. It was very interesting because every time we had sex she wanted me to share that story. One night she asked me and I told her that I know he would fuck her. She said Yeah, right I don’t think so. I told her I know he would and I know how we could make it happen. I explained if she would wear her short whit skirt and no panties. I also wanted her to leave a bunch of things all over the front room floor in. I've been having sex with my sister for years. We've always had a good time doing it and suffered no ill effects.Unlike what people like to believe, we come from a normal, middle class family; not some degenerate perverts. It may be a different picture to paint of the situation, but it happens to be the truth.The stuff that I do with my sister, while kept secret from the rest of the world, including our parents, gives us a lot of happiness and well being. We're not abusing or exploiting each. . instinct? When I looked up, face glistening wet, she was biting that bottom lip of hers and whispering soundlessly as the back knuckles of one hand brushed back and forth against her mouth. Another hand slowly lowered to the back of my head through long dark curls, softly urging. Kissing her, I became very relaxed and needed little coaching as my head descended then and there. Smack, right where she wanted me to be. Here in this room, I learned to pleasure a woman. Having tasted her for the.