She poked her head in and asked, Can I come in? Sure sis, I whispered. She stepped in and closed the door. It was pitch black in my room and I felt he... bump into the foot of my bed. Can you turn on the light? she asked. I reached for the lamp on the side table and turned it on. As my eyes adjusted I could see my petite blond haired sister, Liz, in her usual night time attire, an oversized white tee shirt that came down to mid-thigh. Can I stay with you until theyre done? she asked. In response. I pulled the string to my joggers loosening off the waist, I pulled my cock out over the waistband and started wanking it, visible in the dull red light. A minute or two after, I realized she had moved quietly along the row, and was directly behind me. She lent down over the back of the chair and took me into her hand, I didn’t refuse her. I moved my hands away, and placed them down by my sides, she moved her small soft hands up and down my shaft. Is that better she whispered into my ear, much. She was unable to control and was guiding my dick into the cunt.And even I was ready to shoot my load in her. I slid my dick inside her hole. “Oh. Baby, with a deep breath, stay inside. Don’t move it in and out, let it be like that for some time”. I said okay and moved my hand onto the clit to list the word from her mouth to fuck her. I started my play on her clit. She said that she was done with juices twice. One, when I was sucking her nipples and another one when she was rubbing my tool on. When deep in thought, I evidently had a habit of running my hand over my head and down to the back of my neck as a way of self-massaging away tension. I became suddenly aware of the habit because every time my hand reached the back of my head, I found a bunch of staples with no small level of pain. The resulting effect was two-fold. For one, it rudely ended my minor relief of tension. Second (and worst of all), it served as a reminder about Katie, thus adding to my stress. It was almost.