We held hands most of the way, and we talked. I realized, somewhere along the way, that I enjoyed listening to her as much as talking to her. A distin...t change from my usual mode. She didn't prattle or gossip. When she had something to say, it was built on knowledge tempered with a formidable intellect and a willingness to think. Even when I disagreed with her, I had to admire the cogency of her arguments.It was strange not having to carry anything to our room - the chauffeur took care of that,. “Read though my emails huh? My private world and thoughts?” At this she blushed. As she started to offer some explanation or excuse, I silenced her with a finger on her lips, my other hand already slick with her juices as I fingered her. She let out a muffled gasp, and keeping my gaze still firmly on her brought my hand that had pleasured her to my mouth and sucked on it. “God, you are so sweet. Such a sweet, sweet girl.” She blushed even more deeply now, an erotic, unintended and utterly. A few more days and she would be mine. I could feel her will power decreasing every day and I just knew we would be making love soon.One extremely hot Friday night rolled around and after she came home from work, she complained of being so tired and her neck hurting. I offered to give her a massage but she didn’t respond as she slipped into her bedroom and closed the door.About 5 minutes later, Amy came out of her bedroom wearing a thin tee shirt torn into a vee at the neck and a pair of sheer. I felt my own climax begin to surface several times and stopped moving to let the pleasure subside, continuing only when I was sufficiently de-sensitised. Eventually it became impossible to deny and with a deep growl, I let the orgasm push my senses into overload. My sister’s fingers dug deeply into each buttock when I tried to withdraw from her before I ejaculated and so I sent spurt after powerful spurt of hot semen into her cervix. Afterward, we lay glued together by sweat and sexual.