My hands are resting in his hair and scratching down the back of his neck. To give my breasts a small rest he works his way down my stomach. He twirll... his tongue inside my navel, and i cant stand still. Standing back up, we lock back into a deep kiss. I pull his shirt up and over his head, my hands for the first time, truely getting to touch him. He is not a smooth chested man, and I for the first time, get to play with the soft hair. My fingers play with each of his nipples bringing them to. And they were perfect. And real and right there. I wanted to tell her she didn't have to. She already knew what I would say and before I did, "Yes, but I want to. My brother shouldn't be alone and missing out." She took my hands and placed them on her tits. I held them there a moment, then began to feel them, caress them. "Forget I'm your sister. And I won't be a mean little bitch like Mary Francessa." She pushed me back on the bed, then pulled down my shorts. My cock finally sprang free. "You. “Oh, this is so wrong,” she breathed as our lips reached out and touched tenderly at first and as we continued to press into one another at the hips and at the lips. I felt her hand run though my hair as our tongues became entangled, exploring each other’s mouths.Suddenly she pulled away. “No this is wrong, I’m married, with two k**s, and your girlfriend is my...” I pressed into her, “oh but it feels so…” she leaned in and we kissed again, more intensely than before. Our hands began to explore. When I opened my eyes, I saw her rubbing my juice against her breast. Her nipples stood out, as she massaged her breast. I kneeled down and kissed her on the lips. I ran my tongue softly across the outside of her mouth and then against her neck. I could feel her breast against my chest as our bodies touched. She moaned as I licked her ear. Suddenly she pushed me back and moved to the top of the bed. She opened the top drawer of her dresser and pulled out a vibrator. “Just sit.