By then I couldn’t tell which of us was moaning louder. No, we would just have to wait until next weekend. “Annie, you know I have no one to compare you with; we’re both…were both…a couple of virgins. Do you mean sexual intercourse? Sis, you’ve got a lifetime contract on my team. I knew that was all attributable to me but felt no guilt at the thought. I could probably bore you with my hundredth account of our kisses, caresses, fondling, but I won’t. It was the second time I’d felt, actually felt the pulsing of his cock as he came, as he pumped his seed from his sac, through the length of his cock, and out – out directly into my mouth this time. I had heard from girlfriends about deep throating and, drawing back to avoid my gag reflex, marvelled that any woman could achieve that. My thoughts didn’t even reach to Sunday, the next day. I glanced around, noticing the number of windows that might allow for passersby to see two siblings kissing, so I took Paul’s hand and led him upstairs to my room. “I don’t think I can wait anymore, Paul.” At that he rolled away from me to reach his bedside table and opened its drawer.
