I keep stroking you and letting you lick my nipples for just a little while longer.“You feel really nice in my hand,” I whisper, moving back a lit...le so I can kiss you.Finally, I decide that you’ve had enough. Smiling at you and giving you a wink, I rub the head of your dick against my pussy, moaning as it touches my clit. I grind myself against you as you watch my tits sway back and forth.I bring my hand to your mouth and insert two fingers into your mouth, letting you lick and suck on them as. "Where are you going?" she asked. "Are you leaving?" I gotta go," he mumbled."Ryan! Don't leave!"He ignored her, sitting on the bed as he quickly tied his shoes. She touched his arm, but he shook her off."Ryan! Talk to me!" she begged, in tears.He left quietly. She lay back in the bed, crying. Why wouldn't he talk to her? She didn't care about what happened. Maybe he thought she thought he was a failure or something? That could be the only thing. But why had it happened? And why did he have to. 5 minutes.” After a few minutes I headed down and was surprised to see she actually showed up. She was leaning against the wall looking at her phone, she looked up at me without moving her head and smiled as I walked towards her. I pinned her against the wall leaned into her ear and whispered, “Glad you showed up” as I nibbled her ear as I grabbed her ass cheek with one hand and put my hand on the side of the wall, when she didn’t even flinch I leaned in and kissed her, our tongues fighting. Kelly my dear older sister I do not blame you for the years of abuse, the bruises, broken nose, and handprints on my back, or shattered dreams. I love you now and forever as my sister and I will never blame you. Now world as I matured and grew I began to understand that you are cruel and I need to look out for myself. But I did a poor job of that too. I was pushed around and taken advantage all the time. When I was 17 I found someone I thought was the love of my life. As I write this I am.