Let’s say I was too carried away back then.Me: That means you enjoyed it.She: I told you, it’s not about liking or not liking. It’s about who we...are. We are brother and sister, and also I am married. It’s sin, a terrible one. I can’t cheat on my husbandMe(innocently): I didn’t ask you toShe: You may not have but you dick did. I can’t keep on like it poking me and I can’t get it in me.Me(innocently): What?She then only realiased what she was saying. She suddenly tried to hide what she said, but. I cant help but look at her body when she looks out the window. Her nice, white shirt, I notice how the tie bulges at where her budding tits are starting to grow. I see the folds in her shirt between the buttons, so I can see her soft smooth skin of her stomach. I look down to her legs, her tights hugging her legs closely, I notice how beautiful shaped her thighs her, and her skirt has slightly risen, allowing me to see a lot more of her legs then I should be able to. I start to feel my prick. It was almost morning when I was finally able to sleep. But I had made up my mind to risk everything and try to fuck her. In the morning, mother was late going to work. When I was helping Sandra with the dishes at noon, I couldn't help myself from staring at her and I was feeling extremely bawdy. After the dishes were washed and put away, I put her in a trance once again using her keyword and I made her undress. We kissed for a while, then I fondled her and she did the same to me. When she was. But this night there was something different about your teasing. A sixth sense maybe telling me that you had no intention of stopping. Your hands now swaying in a different fashion, no signs of backing down from me or moving away, your finger teasing my pants button before finally opening it and unraveling my zipper. I watch with such desirable interest as your hand slowing disappears into my jeans. You lean up to let me feel your hot almost burning breath against my neck... A tongue treks.