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“At least I’ll die happy,” I sighed theatrically. Katie and her Mom both laughed.We cleaned up after our lunch, and Becky headed out again to shop while Katie and I enjoyed each other for the rest of the afternoon.We certainly did enjoy each other. Katie and I shrugged our robes off next to the bed and crawled. She had me lie back so she could suck me to full hardness before straddling my hips and lowering her slick pussy down on my pole. She wasn’t in the mood for slow and tender this time, choosing instead to ride me like she was a jockey. She started climaxing and urging me to pump her even harder than I already was. We slammed our crotches together urgently until I couldn’t hold out any longer, dumping another load into Katie’s welcoming vagina.Even after I had cum, she kept rocking her hips and grinding her clit against my pubic bone. It wasn’t quite enough to keep me from going soft, though, and the motion pushed me out of her. I could feel the cum oozing from her and running. "Did you not get enough last night?" Well of course I did, but I've slept since then Sis, I always wake up horny, but all I've ever been able to do is jack off. When I finally wake up with a beautiful woman lying next to me, you can be damn sure I'm taking advantage of it." So I'm just some woman to you now?" she replied teasingly. "One night and we're not brother and sister anymore?" Well, things will never be the same, you know that..."Kate put a finger over my mouth, silencing me. "We will always be brother and sister, that will never change silly." She moved her finger and kissed me lightly on the lips. "But," she kissed me again, "who says we can't be lovers too?" She rose out of bed after saying this, allowing me to see her pussy in the morning light for the first time. "I'm gonna go take a shower, want to join me?"She didnt need to ask me twice, I followed Kate into the bathroom and into the walk in shower, letting the hot water cascade over both of us. We started making out.
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She had never been dominated like this before, and she loved that the control had been taken away from her, loving that she was doing exactly what he wanted her to. All too soon he pulled away from her and stood back. He looked down at her, his eyes heavy lidded and then leaned in to take her lips again. He pushed her back down onto the bench and reached for her pussy again. She opened her legs and let him in. She reached up and started stroking his cock. Not doing a very good job of it either, she was sure, far too distracted by his kisses and the sensations he was creating in her lower body. She could feel her legs start to shake as he flicked and fingered her clit and her orgasm started to build again. Once again he pulled away and stepped back. She just lay there looking up at him. Her breath uneven and her legs splayed open. He smile and kissed her gently, cupping her cheek as he did so. Then he stood up and went to wash himself off in the shower. She lay there dazed, staring.

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