He steps away. I have his cum on my face...He goes into the bath and gets me a warm washcloth and hands it to me. I appreciate the gesture, but I want...his cum on me. I don't want to wipe it off. I want to walk out of the room with it on my face so everyone can see what he did to me, what I let him do to me!I take the cloth and thank him. We talk for a minute or so and I get up. I want to see what his cum looks like on my face.I go into the bath and look in the mirror. FUCK! There's a big gob of. "Christopher, I knew that you would be like this, you have to be more careful than that, someone could have seen you do that." Seen who do what?" dad said walking in dropping the paper on the kitchen table and giving Mom a kiss on the neck."Nothing Richard—Your son here was trying his moves out on me, kissing me on the neck just like you do." Give me five, Chris?"We did, to Mom's chagrin."Read your evening paper, Richard. Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes—tell your sister please, Christopher?". . This is ... Oh, Lord ... Yes!”To my shock, her mouth opened wide. Her entire body shuddered like she was having an orgasm. Her thighs rubbed together as her body trembled. Her eyes fluttered. I pinched her nipples hard, tweaking them.“Mom, that’s it,” I panted, playing with those nubs.“Sean, Sean!” Her blue eyes shot open. She gasped. “Oh, fuck!”“Fuck indeed, Mom,” I groaned, leaning over to kiss her neck. “I’m going to give you more of that and—”“Sean!” she hissed. “Oh, god, what just. Next few days this topic was the hot gossip of our class and I came to know about the intimacy which leads to sex between a boy and a girl. Slowly my mindset about Ankita changed and I started looking at her more as a girl than a sister.My usual cuddling her increased as I started enjoying it and in the night I used to keep my hand on her breast and pretend that it happened accidentally. She also didn’t react to it, as she thought that was unintentional.But I use to curse myself as I should not.