She felt his breath push into her, his groan lost in their kiss. When he was all the way in her, deep, the tip pushing against her cervix, she held th...re. She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him, starting to grind herself against his hips. She opened her eyes, seeing his shut tight, the pain gone from his face and replaced by concentration. She felt his hands go to her ass, spreading her cheeks. The breeze was blowing against her exposed rosebud, tickling over her soaking length,. We embraced a passionate kiss and my hands were all over her as were hands all over me. Within seconds I had my pants down, her shirt open, boobs out and her skirt up with her panties down. She was dripping wet, her smell was intoxicating as I pushed her back against a table and spread her legs. She was not trimmed, she had a nice golden brown bush and I could see where I wanted to be. I pointed my cock and pushed into her. She was wet and I easily slid all the way in up to my balls. I was not. My sister was already up and was in the shower. I sat down at the table and was eating a bowl of frosted flakes. I heard the door open and she walked by the kitchen with this little towel that looked like she stole it from a hotel, you know the ones that barely cover anything. She said, "Good morning, brother," in a slutty voice. I was slowly getting a boner under the table.Saturday night came and I was super horny again but just like last night I was too chicken to make a move on my sister. So. Miranda quickly closed her eyes, holding onto the image as Misty leaned against their joined hands and moved her hips against Miranda's mouth, desperately trying to force out every ounce of pleasure she could get.At long last, Misty cried out one last time, catching Miranda off guard and smearing wetness down the woman's chin as she fell back onto the bed exhausted. Miranda took a moment to catch her breath, and quickly sat up on her elbows. She then tried not to laugh as she saw Misty lying.