She squeezed my hand and tears welled up in her eyes and her mouth quivered.Charlie went to let go of my hand but I held it tight and turned to her. �...�And I love you, too, Charlie.” I finished, trying to keep my voice even. “Does this make any sense?”“No,” Charlie giggled, a strange look of happiness and loss on her face as she, too, started to well up.There was a pause and I felt a brave need to carry on and explain myself: “This is weird. I’ve never felt for anyone like I’ve grown to feel for. The water was that cold, and my prick shriveled and almost vanished. Not wanting to lose my cock, I grasped it before it disappeared and began to stroke it, hoping to make it larger again and warmer. Almost immediately it began to feel better and my pussy-pricker responded by growing to an impressive length and as hard as the Rock of Gibraltar, so I began pleasuring it with one hand while, as most females say they do, playing with my nipples, which had become quite rigid, with the other hand. I. She gently pumped it in her delicate fist and within moments was gripping a fully erect prick, as stiff as a rod of iron and visibly throbbing. Like the rest of his body, Jake's prick had developed and grown in the last year and stood at a respectable eight-inches in length and was very thick. The veins along the shaft stood out prominently, the head was glowing a furious shade of purple and the balls hanging in Jake's nut-sac visibly appeared bulging, full of lovely steaming cum that would. Afterwards I just lay there, basking in the afterglow and slowly caressing my sister's body; planting small kisses all over her, wherever I could reach. At last she had enough and rolled off me. She rested her elbow on the bed and put her head in her hand and with cocked head she looked at me, a little worried."We shouldn't have done that," she stated."No, I know, sorry. It really was an accident the first time." Yes, I know, but I didn't mean that. We shouldn't have made love without any.