“I’m sorry. I just can’t fuck you anymore.” Not the sort of thing any male wants to hear, eh? Even when coming from one’s sister. I had been expecting this for weeks, but it was still a jolt, especially since it was delivered in the midst of one of those adolescent moments when you simply
“I wish we’d been born sisters.” Jesse said, gently daubing ‘Watermelon Pink’ lipstick onto my pussylips. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in just an oversized T-shirt, legs spread wide, while she sat on the floor between them in just her panties, her face just inches away from my hole, decorating it.