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When she opened the door the first thing I saw was a single queen-sized bed. “Another fold out sofa?” I asked. My sister dropped her pack on the bed, turned to me then put her arms around my neck and pulled me close, her tits were mashed on my chest, her groin rubbing on mine. She lifted her face then kissed me gently and offered “I thought we might have a little more fun before I do this.” She smiled broadly “You already made me pregnant so we sure as hell don’t need to be proper or Victorian now.” There was no intense passionate need to have sex as soon as the door closed, we weren’t hot heedless lovers so Shelby and I left the room to get some dinner. Yes, I wanted to fuck her but ripping our clothes off wasn’t what we needed or felt. Our desire was more casual, simmering, waiting for the right moment. We found a small diner and settled into a booth near the back so we could talk without neighbors. The conversation quickly became intimate as we talked about our past. “You remember Mark Sodel? He used to come in my window and spend the night with me. That’s when I learned not to make any noise when I have sex. You were next door and Mom and Dad were across the hall and I didn't want you all to hear.” “Mark? Then you must have been what, seventeen?” “No, sixteen. When I was seventeen it was Jerry Carmo. We screwed like crazy in the back of his pickup, he had that shell on it and inside was like a bedroom.” “Did you anal make noise?” I asked jokingly. “No, and that bothered him, he wanted to hear how great he was as loudly and wildly as I could but he wasn’t really that good. I kept waiting for him to ask what would make me happy but he indian was too self-centered. He thought five minutes was the best fuck a girl could ever get. I finally got tired of faking it so he would get off me and went searching for a new boyfriend.” “What does make you happy?” Shelby’s eyes were smoldering “Why don’t you take me to bed, I’ll tell you.” I called for the dinner check. We were lying fully clothed face to face on the bed. Shelby and I mused quietly while I opened blouse buttons, bra straps and zippers. When I freed her of a piece of clothing she would make me pause long enough for some sensual necking and caresses. It took me twenty minutes to strip her to nothing then she waited and posed while I rolled to my back and shed my clothes. By the time we stretched out together naked we were both ready to fuck. She was on her back so I rolled to my side, lifted her near leg then as we locked eyes I slipped my erection into my sister again. As with the first time we did this we didn’t erupt in a frenzy of passion or an overheated destruction of the bed. We were quietly talking as our bodies gently meshed and moved together. Shelby was telling me “I like it slow like this but most guys don’t understand that. They climb over slam in then start banging so hard I get pushed up to the end of the bed and my head starts bumping the headboard.” She grinned broadly and said with humor “Fucking like that gives me a fucking headache, literally.” “Have you ever been in love?” “I loved Mark. I was sixteen, he was my first boyfriend and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. I was devastated when we broke up. After him I think I loved Allen but he dumped me for a long-legged noisy bitch. He told me that they had sex in a car and she got so loud people on the street stopped to watch. After he left I was surprised I didn’t feel shit on, I thought about what he and I had then realized he was kind of selfish with sex too. We’re helpin’ you get your game on, man. You’re doin’ a pretty bad job of saying thanks.” Of course me being me I looked, hard. You’ll be fine.” When he returned, he had a fresh drink for himself as well, so we positioned pillows and sat with our backs against the headboard. It's so pretty." “Turn this shit off” he said. “What’s homework?” he asked, grinning. John immediately let go of Lisa's nipples, indian as he let out a very loud groan, and just about puked all over her. It could have been two fingers, except anal Ms. Style's cool, smooth flesh was pressed against his ass. She thrashed around beneath him, passing out while her orgasm continued to rip through her body. We have the three dogs handy, so let me check if she’s available right now.” Misty pulled out her phone and swiped an icon on the glowing screen. At the back of my throat there is surprise touch – the cock has expanded without my noticing - and I barely avoid retching. should something go wrong.” She took a sip of her drink and added, “Besides, Mistress Kiara wouldn’t let someone else harm her slave.”