I figure that, y’know, you’re doing it and that’s fine.”
“It is?”
“Yeah. Even mom was putty in her hands. Porn vedio She put her mouth around my head, and an odd, patient look appeared on her face. “So I was thinking that, y’know, if you…well, y’know.”
“Anne, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
She shook her head, as if trying to get a cobweb out of her hair, or a voice out of her ear. She knocked on my door at about half eleven, well after our bedtimes, but probably the safest time to make sure mom and dad wouldn’t catch her. I thought she’d shriek, maybe tell mom and dad, at worst I’d get a talking-to and at best I’d get a good laugh. She was just my older sister—a bit of a pain at time, useful at other times. It wasn’t until late that night, after she got home from her date with Brad, that we spoke again. Again, at the time I believed her justifications, but some part of my mind was aware that *something* was going on. “Why? Would you mind?”
She has a look. “I just want to watch. That night must have been about enjoying the taste of cum, craving it, because when I spurted into her mouth, there was no look of disgust. I’d never heard her use such language.
