Cora confronts Kevin about his relationship with their mother. How will she respond to this situation? All characters are 18+
I woke up the next morning with a start. I had passed out from sexual exhaustion mere minutes after my orgasm, and was now terrified that both Mom and Cora would be in my room. Not that I wouldn’t have been happy to see them, but I knew after the events of the night prior there would have been some serious explaining to do. I was hoping to have that happen one-on-one. I breathed a sight of relief as I found myself alone.
Part of me then thought the whole thing must have been a dream. After all, it happened late at night and I wasn’t fully awake. Maybe it had been a fantasy, the product of a deranged mind. Any hope of that was crushed when my exhale of relief turned into an inhale.
The room smelled like sex.
Not just like male ejaculate, either. This wasn’t the scent of a single young man turning to masturbation for relief. This was the true, mingled scent of both genders. Leaning down I took a whiff and could smell the pussy permeating my sheets. Probably my entire face smelled like it too. Walking over to where my sister had spent the night, I could detect more of the heady aroma of womanhood oozing off the chair. There was a large dark patch on the blanket, confirming where Cora’s vaginal secretions had leaked out.
So it was all real, then. I’d given my mother head while she throated my cock. My sister had seen us, and flicked her bean to it. She now knew the secret of my activities with Mom. I knew that she knew. I didn’t think she knew that I knew she knew, yet, and I was confident Mom didn’t know that either of us knew.
Unless Mom woke up first. Unless they talked over breakfast. Unless…
I threw on my boxers and sprang out of my room. Whatever was going on I needed to figure out the situation, and find the lay of the land. There was no chance I could get away with not responding to the situation, but what kind of response was needed?
Walking briskly into the kitchen I found the ladies already up and about. Mom was standing in front of the stove making oatmeal. Cora was perched on a chair staring at a grapefruit. Mom was humming to herself. I relaxed slightly, her demeanor told me Cora hadn’t confronted her about anything.
Turning my head slowly I looked at my sister. Her eyes were locked onto me with an intensity that nearly made me recoil. It wasn’t hostile, as I had expected, but it wasn’t understanding either. There was a challenge in it, and a profound sense of sadness. Cora met my gaze, then slowly turned to look at Mom, then returned her eyes to mine. Silently, she raised her right eyebrow. My sister might as well have yelled the question. Swallowing past the lump in my throat I just nodded. She closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair. It almost looked like she was holding back tears. Then she faced me again. She didn’t speak a word, but her lips moved slowly and deliberately.
“How long?” she mouthed silently.
I shrugged and tried to convey to her that it was complicated.
“How fucking long?” No words came out but she was practically shouting at me.
I looked at Mom significantly and shook my head at her.
“Not right now. Later.” I replied silently.
Cora’s face scrunched up and for a moment I saw real anger.
“Fine.” She nodded.
“Oh, hey honey, you just get up?” Mom’s words broke the tense silence like a jackhammer on a plate of glass. Turning away from the stove-top she smiled at me. Seductively.
“Yeah, just rolled out of bed. There enough oatmeal in there for me to have some?”
Mom nodded with a laugh. I sat down next to my sister and pretended everything was normal.
***
Cora got me alone later that afternoon. Mom had gone out to do some shopping, leaving the two of us without an audience. I knew it was coming when I heard Mom liltingly announce her departure. No sooner had the front door closed than the door to my bedroom swung open. Despite her short stature and diminutive size, my sister loomed menacingly.
“Alright, Kevin. Start fucking talking.” She demanded, striding over to my bed and taking a seat on it. Arms crossed sternly below her breasts, her legs almost entirely bare in her shorts, collarbones visible beyond the neckline of her loose t-shirt, it struck me how cute girls are when they’re mad.
I turned in my chair to look at her. “What is there to say?” I asked rhetorically.
“Oh, I don’t know, how about you explain why our fucking mother was riding your face like a bicycle seat while your dick used her uvula as a punching bag? Or is that something normal that doesn’t require explanation in your fucked up little world?”
There was nothing else for it. I told my sister everything. From our first encounter after Mom went out with her friends to how we ended up where we were last night. Cora deserved an explanation. As I talked, I could see her body language change. She didn’t relax, exactly, but anger clearly gave way to some level of understanding, sympathy even.
“Look,” I concluded, “I know this isn’t normal, but I think Mom needs this. Losing Dad, it did something to her, it did something to all of us. I think this is a way she can feel closer to him and get her needs met. And I’m ready for you to call me fucked up for it, but if it makes Mom feel better I’m happy to do it for her. She’s done so much for us over the years, I’d do anything to help her feel better. Just, please, don’t tell anyone about this. If this got out, it’d destroy her. Mom doesn’t deserve to go through that, not after everything that’s happened.”
Cora’s crossed arms fell to her sides and she nodded. “Yeah, ok, I think I get it. You’re right, it’s definitely far from fucking normal. But this has been hard for all of us. If it makes the two of you feel better, I guess that’s fine. It’s still weird as shit, though.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. This had gone better than expected. I didn’t want to push my luck, so I decided not to pry into Cora’s self-pleasuring while she watched Mom and I slurp down each others’ genitals.
“Thanks, sis. I’d hoped you’d understand.”
Cora nodded slowly, but I could see her eyes getting watery. “Look, I’m not going to tell anyone or try and stop the two of you, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel some way about it. You were how I got through things after the accident. You were the only reason I got through it. Now, it’s like somehow I’m losing you to her. I don’t ever want to lose you.”
I needed to make my sister feel better. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her until I was worried she was going to pop. I planted a kiss on the top of her head, “Hey, Cora, it’s alright. I’m here for you. You matter to me just as much as Mom, and no matter what happens, if you need me I’ll be here. You’re never going to lose me.”
Finally the tension in my sister’s body released. She leaned into me and put her arms around my waist. I don’t know how long we sat there embracing each other. It didn’t matter, I’d have held her forever if that’s what she needed.
***
True to her word Cora didn’t confront Mom about the situation or tell anybody else what was going on. Meanwhile, Mom seemed to really enjoy the escalation in our relationship. Unlike in the past, when she would wait for a while between visits to my room, Mom was back that very night. No words were spoken, but the door was barely closed before her bottoms were off and she was sitting on my face. I nearly drowned in her juices but it was all worth it to shoot my load down her gulping, thirsty throat.
She came every couple nights after that. Sometimes she’d have me eat her out until she passed out from cumming. Other times, she’d service my dick, balls, and taint like a starving woman suddenly finding a three-course meal. Usually we’d 69, sharing pleasure with a sense of loving mutuality that I’d never experienced before. Within days I’d completely forgotten that a girl named Jade had ever existed. There was such satisfaction in learning my mother’s anatomy down to the smallest detail. Every ripple and fold unfurled itself for me without a hint of shame. I loved the way Mom moaned every time I found a sensitive new spot. Soon we could play each other’s bodies like finely tuned instruments. It was sexual bliss.
Cora knew about most of it. Now that she’d found out I was way less worried about making too much noise, and Mom was never good at managing her volume in the throes of passion. On a surprising number of those nights when my head was not firmly grasped between my mother’s thighs, my entire universe contracted to her sensitive clitoris and grasping birth canal, I’d catch my door opening a crack during our play. Cora would watch us at our fun, and if my guess was correct she was usually touching herself. I probably should have responded differently to it, but by that point I was too far gone. The idea that my little sister was in the hallway plunging her fingers into her juicy pussy while our mother gargled my testicles, licked my asshole, and took my cock down her esophagus was extremely exciting.
That’s not to say I was totally unconcerned by my sister. I was aware that my escapades with Mom meant Cora was less able to spend the night in my room, and a certain pensiveness came to characterize her behavior. Melancholy wasn’t quite the right word, but every time I tried to talk to my sister about it she blew me off. She was chewing on something, and while I wanted to help her as much as I could, I knew she’d come to me in her own time if she needed me.
And one night, come to me she did.
***
It was only a couple weeks later when Cora made her move. And she did it surprisingly early in the evening. Mom had a big work presentation the next day, which meant she wasn’t going to stay up late with me. By 10pm she’d taken a couple of sleeping pills and gone off to bed, leaving the two of us effectively alone. We watched a little bit of TV together, but I wasn’t interested in staying up all night either so just over an hour after Mom went down I called it a night too.
“You mind if I spend the night in your room?” Cora asked as I got up from the couch, “We both know Mom won’t be joining you, and I kind of miss it.”
Call me easy to manipulate, but my heart melted. “Yeah, of course Cora.” I said, tousling her hair, “I’ll leave the lamp on for you, come join me whenever you’re ready.”
Cora smiled sweetly and nodded. We both headed off for our nightly routines. Being a guy I was, of course, done far sooner than she was, so as promised I left my bedside lamp on and just kind of lay in bed half-dozing. That’s why I didn’t initially notice when Cora slipped into my room. I came awake, however, when I heard the door close and it’s lock click into place. Through half-lidded eyes I looked over at my sister standing by the doorway. After a double take, those eyes nearly popped out of my head.
Cora was not wearing her usual sleepwear. Instead, she was clad in a sheer, extremely scanty pink nightgown. Every detail of her body was visible to me. The garment had a deep, plunging neckline that exposed most of her breasts. It’s hemline went low enough to cover her crotch and no further. Even so, my sister’s body was still on display through the diaphanous material. Her flushed, puffy nipples were fully visible, the illusion of coverage only making them more alluring. So too were the curves of her waist, her adorable little bellybutton, even the swell of her hip-bones bracketing her flat, taut stomach. As if to pretend modesty, I noted she was in fact wearing panties, but these did almost nothing to hide the goods. Even seeing her from the front I could tell it was a thong (pink, clearly a match for the nightgown), and while the straps sat somewhat high over her hips the actual coverage started quite low. Most of the panties were also see-through, giving me an eyeful of carefully manicured landing strip and the swell of mons pubis. Directly between her legs was the only opaque part of her attire, theoretically covering her actual slit but sitting tight enough that a cameltoe was perfectly visible.
A better brother would have objected to this outfit upon the first glance. I merely stared slackjawed. So enthralled was I with my sister’s tight young body that I almost missed the satisfied smirk that rolled over her face on seeing my reaction. Before I had time to wipe the drool from my mouth Cora had walked across the room, flicking out the lamp and climbing under the covers with me. This was unusual. Normally she didn’t actually share the bed with me. I knew what this development portended, and was just able to pull myself together enough to try and pump the brakes.
“What’re you doing?” I asked. It came out less the pointed rhetorical question I intended and more a helpless croak. In that moment, I knew I was fucked. I was going to let Cora do whatever she wanted with me.
“I’m getting in with you, dummy. Now move over and make some space.” I could only follow my sister’s instructions. I slid closer to the wall and made room under the covers for her to join me. She snuggled in without hesitation, not merely lying next to me but wrapping her arms around my torso and pulling herself in close. She and Mom were really cut from the same cloth, the last functional part of my brain noted.
“I’m not sure about this…” I said. Cora put a finger to my lips.
“Oh hush, it’s fine. I want it. Plus, you let Mom do it. If it’s good enough for her why not for me? Do you hate me or something?” Cora was trying her best to sound confident, but in that final question I could hear her voice break slightly. She had said it in a half-joking way, but I could tell it cut to the heart of something deep inside her. She was really worried, that the closeness Mom and I had developed was designed to exclude her. That my love for her was all a show, and really I didn’t feel it. That she was an afterthought, a third wheel, something lesser in my affections. It immediately changed my view of the situation.
Rolling onto my side I held her hands in mine and faced her. “Hey, don’t ever say that. I love you. I love you so much. I’d do anything for you.”
“Then let me have this.” She said. I tried to maintain eye contact, but I admit my eyes were drawn to the swell of her breasts as she breathed in the dark. I opened my mouth to speak further, but my sister placed her lips against mine and kissed me to keep me silent. It wasn’t a full, romantic kiss, but it was not the chaste kind of kiss normally shared between brothers and sisters, either. It succeeded in short-circuiting my brain.
“Let me have this.” My sister whispered again, then rolled so she was facing away from me. It was an act of intimacy rather than rejection. She scooted back so her body was pressed into mine, and pulled my arm around her slender waist. She held my hand to her chest, just below her breasts, intertwining her fingers in mine. I could feel her ribs below her warm skin, her every breath pressing into my hand. In a moment our bodies molded together, fitting each other perfectly as I spooned her. She gave my hand a squeeze and I pulled her close, placing my head on her cheek and kissing it gently.
“I love you Cora,” I whispered in her ear, “and I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t in my life. I love Mom, too, but you matter to me. Nothing the two of us have is meant to keep you out.”
Cora let out a sigh and her body loosened. She pressed back against me with contentment. Then, she pressed back again, this time more tentatively. One after the other she flexed her glutes. I thought this was odd, until it hit me why I was so acutely aware of the movement of her ass-cheeks: I was fully hard, and my cock was pressed between them.
I didn’t say anything, but pulled back my hips slightly to break our pelvic contact. Cora wasn’t having it. Letting go of my hand she reached back and grabbed my hip, drawing me back into her as she scooted into me again.
“It’s ok, Kevin.” She whispered in the dark, “You don’t need to be embarrassed. Honestly it’s a little relieving that you’d respond like that. I like it.”
Even with the distance between us closed once more, my sister didn’t stop moving. She continued rolling her hips and wriggling against me, stimulating my cock and keeping it hard. She was grinding on me. I let it happen. I was acutely aware that if I made her feel rejected at this point I could damage our relationship forever, but I was also aware she was emotionally vulnerable and I didn’t want her to feel taken advantage of. So I pressed myself into my sister and let her take the lead.
I won’t lie, her perfect teen body felt amazing against me. Through the flimsy material of my boxers my manhood nestled perfectly between her luscious cheeks, and soon I could feel my underwear getting damp as precum began oozing out. Cora seemed to also be enjoying herself. Her breathing grew heavy, then turned into overt moans. The motion of her hips grew needier and less controlled. I knew if I reached between her legs I’d feel the wetness soaking the lace gusset of her g-string. You have no idea how hard it was not to do that.
But my sister wasn’t going to let me get away with that passivity. Grasping my hand once more she guided it up to her barely-covered breasts. They were so full and hefty beneath my fingers. I could feel the hardness of her nipples, and as I grazed them her breath caught in her throat.
Cora moaned into the darkened room. “This is what you and Mom do, isn’t it?” She asked, sliding her ass along my pole.
“Yes.” I rasped.
“Good.” My sister replied, “I want you to give me everything you give to her.”
With those words any hesitation either of us had was destroyed. With surprising deftness Cora rolled around in my embrace. For only an instant I saw the look of unbridled love and lust on her face, then our mouths collided with a hungry urgency. I wrapped my arms around my sister and squeezed her to me with all my strength. This only made her kiss me harder. Our lips locked sloppily together as our tongues fought to taste as much of each other as possible. In gasps for air and unintentional breaks in our make-out I could hear deep, heady moaning. Was it coming from me? My sister? As she hooked her leg around me and ground her pelvis into my rock hard member I neither knew nor cared.
Grabbing my sister by the hips I rolled onto my back. Carrying her with me, I brought her to rest straddling me. She giggled, her face flushed. Like most girls, she clearly enjoyed being made aware of my greater strength. Running her hands through my hair my sister leaned down to continue kissing me. Her pert, aroused breasts mashed into my chest. Stroking her sides I wrapped my hands around her slender hips again. They fit easily in my grasp, the bones prominent beneath my thumb. Her skin was so soft and smooth. Gently but firmly, I began pressing her down into me, manipulating her pelvis to rub her mound on the boner trapped beneath it. At the same time, I thrust rhythmically up with my own hips. One moan as my spongy head probed my sister’s panty-clad clitoris and Cora got the memo. Soon my hands were merely resting on her hips as she used my thick cock to stimulate herself. We continued swapping spit the whole time.
My consciousness focused entirely on my sister’s body and the white-hot connection between us. There was lust, an unbridled, unreasonable, unrelenting lust, but more than that there was love. Every flex of her hips on my cock, every capture of my lips between her teeth, every heavy moan into my mouth conveyed such a deep emotional connection between the two of us I was overwhelmed. It was never anything like this when I got hot and heavy with Jade. The only thing I could compare it to was being with my mother. It must have been overwhelming for my sister, too, because suddenly her movements became jerky and uncontrolled. Breaking our kiss she sucked down a deep lungful of air.
“oh god oh god oh god oh god.” My sister repeated again and again, her eyes rolling back into her head and her eyelids fluttering. The heat pressed into my throbbing member grew intense, and I could feel moisture flooding my loins. Half sitting up I hugged my sister to me tightly, steadying her through her convulsions, rolling my hips in a way that I hoped stimulated her through her orgasm. Cora hugged me back with a whimper, then went still. Resting her cheek against mine I could hear her moaning atonally.
“Fuck, that was amazing big brother.” She finally whispered into my ear. I kissed her cheek.
“I’m so glad, little sister.” I whispered back. She giggled, then rested herself against me for a moment. Lying back down I brought her gently with me, leaving her head resting on my chest. Cora stroked my nipples lazily. Then, slowly, her hand began moving down my sides. Before I knew it, my sister’s fingers were toying with the waistband of my boxers.
“You don’t have to, Cora.” I said. Even though I hadn’t cum, I was happy just laying here with her, luxuriating in the feeling of her soft feminine body pressed into mine. Cora looked up into my eyes seriously.
“No.” She said simply, “You’re going to give me everything you’ve given Mom. I won’t be satisfied until you do.”
Lifting her hips Cora reached between us and fished me out of my pants. I gasped helplessly as her tiny fingers wrapped around my meat. She could barely close her hand around it, but her delicate touch still drove me wild. Kissing me again, Cora gently jerked my unflagging manhood, tracing every vein, exploring my heavy, cum-laden balls, rubbing the sensitive tip with her thumb. Reaching into her panties Cora jammed several fingers inside herself. I was seeing stars as she slathered her natural lube all over my turgid member.
Suddenly I wasn’t looking at Cora’s face any more. In an instant my sister flipped herself around, mounting my head and leaving me staring at the soaked gusset of her lacy pink thong. I inhaled sharply, filling my nostrils with her overwhelming, feminine scent. From down below I heard her speak.
“God you’re so fucking big, Kevin. I’ve wanted this so badly.” She rubbed her cheek on my cock, gently kissing from the tip down to the sack. Lifting my nuts she planted several wet smooches on my taint. Then she rolled her hips so her gorgeous ass bounced in my face. “You know you don’t need to hold back either.”
That was all I needed to hear. Grasping her firm, muscular cheeks I peeled them apart and jammed my face between my sisters legs. Her laugh turned into a moan as I kissed her meaty cunt through the juice-saturated underwear. As my nose grazed her sensitive clit, my sister planted her lips around my vivid purple cockhead. I moaned into her vagina but did not stop exploring it with my mouth as inch by inch my sister plunged her face down on my wood.
All too soon my throbbing member hit the back of my sister’s throat and she had to come up for air with a cough.
“Fuck, Cora, that felt so fucking good.” I said encouragingly. It had the desired effect. My sister immediately began bobbing her head up and down on my cock. She didn’t take it to the throat the way Mom did, but her technique was still incredible. She was able to do things with her tongue I’d never experienced before, and the whole time she kept a firm grip on the portion of the shaft not in her mouth, stroking it sensually. Every so often she’d let me slip out of her mouth entirely, the handjob never stopping as she lavished my gooch and testicles with kisses.
For my part, I was committed to giving as good as I got. As my sister did her very best to forcibly suck the cum out of my testicles, I turned my full attention to her wet and ready slit. While it looked super cute outlined in her underwear, I knew I needed better access. Pulling the gusset to the side, I feasted my eyes upon my sister’s naked cunt for the first time. She had a strip of pubic hair above her vagina, but the lips themselves were totally bare and totally smooth. In the pale moonlight leaking through my window I could see them glistening, coated in my sister’s juices. She was gaping open slightly, the butterfly wings of her pink inner lips calling to me. I dove in.
My sister parted for me with a gasp as my lips met hers. Gently yet firmly I kissed her on the cunthole, probing her juicy opening with my tongue. My mouth played with her exterior. Her insides, I had to admit, were delicious. Spreading her open I pressed my face deeply inside her. I lapped at her clit, kissed her every delicate fold, did my very best to get in so deep I was licking her cervix. Her depths yielded to me easily. The roiling of her vaginal walls on my mouth felt amazing, increasing my arousal to a fever pitch. Taking a page from my sister’s book, I pulled away from her delectable pussy and planted several sloppy kisses on her narrow taint. She moaned onto my cock telling me she enjoyed it. Her asshole winked at me as the muscles in her pelvis contracted.
I’d like to say that I ate my sister out for hours, making her cum countless times like the sexual prodigy I am. Unfortunately for me, I hadn’t cum yet tonight and between the taste of her pussy on my lips and the worship of her mouth on my cock I was soon ready to lose it. Being a gentleman I peeled myself away from her muff and let her know.
“Fuck, Cora, I’m so close to cumming.”
Cora pulled her head off my dick with a loud wet pop. “Not yet, I still need you.” She said. Grasping the base of my cock firmly in her hands she held it and my testicles at the same time. My member twitched and pleasure ripped through me, but there was no ejaculation. After a moment, my sister released me and to my surprise I was still completely hard. I didn’t have too long to worry about where she learned to do that, because my sister had shifted her position again. Once more she was straddling my hips with her face in mine. Holding me by the chin she literally licked her own juices off my soaked lips. Then, she shoved a fistful of soft fabric into my nose.
It was her panties, I realized.
My sister’s naked cunt was sitting on my bare cock.
Cora rolled her hips. I thrust my dick reflexively as I inhaled her intoxicating musk. There was a split second of resistance, then my cock was engulfed in the warm wet grip of my sister’s pussy.
We were fucking.
“Oh shiiiiiiiiit!” Cora screamed as she impaled herself on me. Her cunt clamped down as if to tear my dick off at the root.
“Oh fuck, oh damn, oh fuck!” I responded. What a way with words I have. My brain was overloading with pleasure. It all happened so fast, but in that moment I knew I’d never felt anything half as good as my own sister’s snatch. We were built for each other. Cora held me by the shoulders. Her panties fell from my face as we stared at each other. A single happy tear rolled down her cheek. Caressing her face I wiped it away.
“I love you, Kevin.” She said.
“I love you too, Cora.” I replied.
Then she started riding me. The look of pure pleasure on her face was mesmerizing as she raised her hips then slammed them back down onto my cock. She nuzzled my hand, kissing my fingers and ultimately taking my thumb into her mouth and sucking it as she rode me.
Cupping her breast in my free hand I did my best to show her how much I loved her. We thrust our hips in time, soon achieving a comfortable rhythm that worked for both of us. I knew I wouldn’t last long, but the heaving of my sister’s flushed chest told me I might just barely have the time to take her with me. I grazed her nipple gently and she shuddered. Leaning forward, I planted several kisses on her neck. She wrapped her arms around my head and squeezed my cock with her vaginal muscles. I whimpered. It felt so good it hurt a little.
Reaching between us I felt the place where our bodies were joined. I was shocked at how much frothing fluid there was. Running my hand over her plump, slippery lips I got them nice and wet. Cora moaned and held my head tighter as I did so. Then, ever so gently, I ran my index finger over her clit. She yelped and jump. Her insides clamped down violently. More fluid seeped out around my cock onto my fingers.
“That’s it, baby. Let your big brother make you feel good.” I said, stroking her clitoris gently, dialing in my technique until I found just the way she liked it.
“Oh fuuuuuuuck yes you make me feel so gooooood.” Cora moaned. We entered a flow state. Locked in on each others’ bodies our frenzied rutting became effortless and joyful. I kept thrusting my hips up into her wet folds as I played with her pearl. Moaning out incoherent babble, Cora bounced up and down on my cock like a mad woman. It was a race, and with her increased tempo there was a real chance I was going to lose.
“Cora, I’m so fucking close.” I said. She was the one who had started fucking me without a condom, but I didn’t want to make any assumptions.
Her eyes snapped open and bore into me with an almost frightening lucidity.
“Do it, Kevin. Finish inside me. I want to feel it. Cum inside your little sister’s pussy.” To underscore those words Cora drove herself down onto me, lodging my cock as deep as possible in her cunt. My hand was trapped between us, playing as best it could with her throbbing clit. Contractions rippled through her vagina bringing me over the edge. I stared into her loving eyes and grunted stupidly as I began blasting rope into my sister’s willing womb.
As the first splash of jizz hit Cora’s insides, my sister’s eyes rolled back into her head once more. She bit her lower lip hard enough I thought she might draw blood. Her legs clenched and her body tensed as she joined me in what appeared to be a mind-melting orgasm. I could see her toes literally curling. We held onto each other for dear life as our joined genitals melted into a frothing slurry of cum, grool, and pure unadulterated love.
Shaking, we fell to the bed spent. My cock began to soften, but stayed lodged in my sister. Her grasping cunt felt painful, but unbelievably good too. I stroked my sister’s back and just enjoyed the connection of holding her in my arms. Oxytocin had my brain lighting up like a Christmas tree and we enjoyed the afterglow. I kissed her on the cheek and she smiled, eyes closed like a cat lying in the sun.
“That was amazing.” She finally said.
“For me too.” I agreed.
“Have you ever gone that far with Mom?” she asked, suddenly serious.
“No.” I said, “We haven’t gone all the way.”
Relief and joy washed over Cora’s face.
“Good.” She said, snuggling into my chest and making herself comfortable. “Now I’ve got something she can never take away.”