We continued out act and rested after some time. Once again she started stroking my cock and licking and prepared me for a second arousal, this time s...e insisted she wanted a longer session with me. I started and I pushed my penis in various strokes and positions,he reached orgasm twice in quick sucessions and was very happy with me. She then climbed on me and started fucking me hard ! She was pushing my balls for a hard prick inside her pussy, I was enjoying it as well.Thereafter she insisted. John had to admit it felt invigorating after the long day. After a few minutes he looked over and noticed his sister was rather flushed, even in the chill of the spring. She was also staring at him."What?" he asked."Oh, nothing, nothing." You were staring--is there something bothering you?" Other than being lost because you can't follow directions?" she snapped, sounding defensive.John didn't think he would ever get used to his sister's mood swings. He'd had a long day too, which explained why. Now there was a cock (Patrick's) in my ass and a cock (Brad's) in my mouth. I used my left hand to finger my clit. I came TWICE within two-and-a-half minutes. I moaned and sucked on Brad's purple five-incher. Tommy's come was still on my face. This turned Brad on. He kept saying, "Yeah, you fucking slut. You got your boyfriend's jit all over you, and in a minute you're gonna have mine." And it was true (the minute part). Although when Brad hit his peak, he made the most ridiculous, unattractive. She was an artist. And a writer—he’d seen that! A writer of love, passion, and eroticism; she had a fertile imagination, coupled with a ribald wit. She liked to put herself into her stories, becoming the character she wrote—different, but the same. And in her stories, she enjoyed misbehaving.Just like she did in life.Yes, she was perfect for him.It was a shame she wouldn’t remember any of this—not until he was ready for her to remember. Though perhaps elements of this night would surface in her.