But, yes. I’ll read your books.’ ‘Talk messy when you write. I’m serious. I don’t think you should ever write a word unless you are trying t... capture what you want to feel, or maybe what you want to have happened, or what you want to happen to you, or even maybe, what you…want to do with someone else.’ So, now, a few months later, Jill crosses the room to where I sit at her heirloom oaken desk, fingers tapping wood instead of keys. Jill has no panties on, only the gown she woke up in. She. .” she stammered.“What is there to know? It feels good and you know you want it. Now lift up your butt so I can get these off.”The dear little thing raised her hips just enough for me to slide her pajamas down to her knees. As expected, she had a healthy patch of dark hair but it was not excessive. She was only thirteen, after all. The hair was wispy and fine, and it was confined to her mons, with a few tendrils along the sides of her virgin slit.I whistled in appreciation, and Katie’s face was. I felt her body quiver as she was about to orgasm, as I started to piston in and out of her like a pile driver, as she and I both was about to cum she screamed so loud that the whole block could have heard us “off baby fuck mommy with that big cock and fill mommy’s cunt with your cum!!!!Mommy is your whore!!! Knock mommy up baby….” I smiled as I kept assaulting her pussy relentlessly, not long after she screamed “ohhhh Brian!!!!” as I felt her pussy muscles clenching around my cock,I drove into. I could smell the scent of her musk, when, she slowed and shook, then fell on my chest panting.I held my sister in my arms and stroked her hair till she calmed and started to breathe slower following her orgasm.She sat up, looked me in the eye and kissed me softly.“Thank you.”As she remained squatting, with her head on my chest, her hair on my shoulders I stroked her back so I could look at her face. The look was one of complete serenity. I think I fell in love with my sister at that moment..