I permitted myself a smile and looked at my family. My ladies had a hand over their mouths. I waved to show everything was fine. My gaze fell on the n...xt shell and I picked it up and pulled the safety pin. "Courage, " I thought.With a final glance at my lovers I strode to the mortar and dropped the second mortar shell into its mouth. This time I opened my mouth and covered both of my ears with the palm of my hands. A great thump sound filled my ears and another flash of light put the shell into. Then I came to know that she had a bf with whom she broke up because he was mistreating her. Then she started to share everything to me about her personal life. We started to get close. Sometimes I would flirt with her and she wont mind those things and all. We were discussing on all the topics including sex. One day out of curiosity I asked her measurement. There was a long silence for about 20mins.Then I said I am sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you. Later she replied yedhuku kekuara (why are you. "Me too." Do you want to do what we did yesterday?" She asked."Are you serious? I was really surprised."Yeah! Can we?" She said, excitedly.To answer her, I took off my shirt. She squealed happily and made room under the covers for me. I got under the sheet and got my jeans undone and worked them free, then slid off my socks and briefs. I couldn't even begin to explain the excitement I felt being under the covers, naked, with my sister.She smiled at me and turned over onto her stomach and pulled. "F-fuck me...!" I've noticed that whenever two women enjoy strap-on sex in an erotic story, they always seem to go at it fast and furiously; one lover taking the other in a crazed frenzy, bellies slapping together with every brutal thrust. My first time was different. Mom's fucking was smooth and steady, even affectionate. She kissed me again and again, sometimes working her tongue in and out of my mouth in time with her slowly churning hips. I pictured myself as a flattened beach ball, being.