As if to prove it, my hips began moving again. I was still hard and getting harder with each successive stroke.“I’m your brother, Steph ... we can...��t get married...”Whether she heard me or not, I don’t know, but she responded by moving with me, and then we were fucking hard and fast, screaming and thrashing, grappling with each other with an intensity neither of us had ever felt before. It was love making at its greatest; each time I drove my cock into her I felt as if I was going to cum, but. She started to get up, remembered something and dropped back to her knees. ‘Also, send me a man. I haven’t had sex with another human since my husband died. Amen.’ She climbed into bed and pulled the covers tight to shield her from the nippy, Cape Cod, October weather. She lay there, letting her thoughts wander. It had been two years since the children left for school and she turned her beautiful four bedroom Tudor style house into a bed and breakfast inn. She really didn’t need the money, but. She was shocked by my behavior but didn’t say much and asked to control as there were more people outside. And all knew she was already engaged.Slowly people started leaving after food. And at last, only we both were left.We sat close on the couch and started some more drinks. And she started opening her heart.She missed fun for a long time as her fiancé shifted to Pune for his job and she also would be shifting there after marriage.I saw heat in her eyes and started flirting.All of a sudden. When I opened the door she give the soap and ask whether she soap my back side my wife did it very time when I was bathing .I said no with shame but she said dont worry about I am your sister I will soap your back side like my sister I said ok with hafe mind than she entered the bath room and moving her hand with soap all over my back side .I feel some thing great other than my wife but I did not show any thing after she finished to soap my back side I move to pore water. That time I did not.