I was worried for my sister; I thought I might have hurt her.“OH! GOD, YES! This is AMAZING! FUCK ME, NOW! FUCK ME HARD!”This was followed by the ...oudest screams that I had ever heard from her, in all of our previous sexual exploits and possibly even in her whole life. I pumped my cock into her as far as I could, and then pulled back until I was only just inside of her. I loved my sister, even more lately, and I thought she deserved a really good time. I put both hands on her stomach, to hold. And now we were there, and I couldn’t tell if ‘asking her out’ had actually happened or I’d just imagined it. Faith had a way with quiet that could be endearing or infuriating, I guess, depending what you wanted from her. That day, it was driving me up the wall. She had no problem at all standing a foot away from me in perfect silence for whole minutes, just staring at some piece of artwork, thinking whatever she was thinking. Not talking, not touching, and not even acknowledging me (or anyone. Kuch bhe kahna zaroori nahin tha main na us ko galay laga leya and we started kissing for endless minutes,aur kuch he daar main hum teenon apnay kapray uttar chukay they , aur main laat gaya bed pay aur asiya aur shabnam meray lund k pass bathi theen aur shabnam ki awaz mujha aa rahe thi she was teaching her k lund kesay choostay hain, ya Sali aik larki Jo meri he bahan ko meray lund choosna seekha rahe thi,Aur phir asiya na choosna shuru keya mujha us ka thanday honton ka ahsaas hua apna lund. Finally it comes through and I'm not real sure about it. It looks like a camera set up on a table aimed towards a bed in a hotel room. The bed looks like someone's been wrestling in it but I don't see anyone. There's a box on the left of the screen that says viewers and the number is about 100 and going down. Total viewers something like 1300. At this point I still don't get it. Then I use the scroll bar to view messages and my heart starts sink. It's stuff like, "that was incredible", "that.