grin on her face. I couldn't help but grin as I answered 'Yeah, I think I can manage -' before she gave me one final hands-free squeeze. Though not completely erect, I was certainly close enough to it that I wasn't reluctant to start moving in her again. The stimulation I got from my first small, slow strokes was enough to get me to full hardness; after that, it didn't take long before I was moving in her much as I had before -' but with a surprise benefit. Having already had two climaxes that evening (and one of them recently), I could feel that I wasn't in any hurry to have another one: while the sensation of my penis moving in her was more than stimulating enough to keep me hard, the rest of me simply wasn't in any condition to climax again any time soon. I quickly realized that that meant that I could make love to her for a nice, long time and help her have even more climaxes. With all of our previous worries out of the way, and having already learned to enjoy the act of lovemaking, there wasn't a damn thing to keep us from making the most of our second experience with each other. The classic missionary position we'd started in saw us through another orgasm for her. When I got tired, she was more than willing to have us reverse positions so that she could be on top. After she leaned forward, I was able to play with her breasts and gently pinch her nipples as she bounced her way to another -' likely prodded by her ability to look down and watch where we were joined as she slid herself up and down my erection. Since she was a little tired afterwards, and I'd been able to rest a bit, we changed positions again so that she was on her hands and knees and I was behind her. Her next orgasm happened fairly quickly after I started rubbing my saliva-wetted thumb across her anus. Even OUR youth had its limits, and both of us needed to rest a bit, so we switched around so that she was lying on her back and I was on my side, her legs draped over mine so we could continue. That position left me free to not just play with her breasts, but her entire body; that additional stimulation made her next climax even more powerful.
By that time, my cock had recovered enough that the feeling of her hot, wet vagina spasming around me let me know that I was ready to have another climax of my own. Rested again, we elected to finish up with her on her back again -' but with her knees nearly by her ears, my arms holding them in place, so that both of us could enjoy having me entering her as easily and deeply as possible. The scent of her was thick in the air; between that, the liquid slapping noise we made as I repeatedly stroked in and out of her, and the sensation of my cock touching the deepest part of her with each penetration, I was easily moving along toward my release. I tried to change things around so that I wasn't being stimulated quite as much, but Sis made it clear that she wanted me to continue that way. Despite the fact that I could tell she was getting close, I felt that I was going to finish before she did; I knew that she wouldn't be upset or angry with me, but I regretted that I might disappoint her. When I felt myself ready to cum, I pushed myself into her as far as I possibly could before I started spraying her insides with my seed -' and was relieved of my worries about leaving her behind when I felt her tighten around me with the start of her own climax. Despite (or perhaps because of) having emptied myself into her twice before, that climax was incredible. I know that I couldn't have deposited that much of my semen into her, but the experience was somehow deeper that the ones before. When it was over, it was all I could do not to simply collapse on top of her even as her own release was tapering off.
A bit shakily, I managed to support myself over her with our bodies touching as both of us panted with the effects of our exertions and the aftereffects of our passion. My head was resting on her shoulder a couple of minutes later when I felt her press her legs against my arms. Realizing that I was still holding her nearly folded in half, I managed to get one arm, then the other, out of the way so that she could lower them to her bed. Shortly after that, she wrapped her arms around me and managed to give me a hug before letting go of me again. That simple gesture touched me, and I returned it by raising my head enough to give her a soft kiss on her shoulder. Where her breasts were pressed against my chest, I could feel the rapid beating of her heart and knew that she could feel mine jackhammering in my own chest. As the seconds ticked by, I could feel myself gradually shrinking inside her. Knowing that it wouldn't be long before I finally slipped from her intimate embrace, I tried to move off of her. Rather than letting me go, though, she managed to whisper 'Don't. I like having you on me like this -' it feels good.' 'But I'm going to slip out of you, and my cum will start leaking out' I protested. 'I don't care.
Let it. I'd rather stay like this.' If she wasn't going to worry about it, I wasn't either -' and I damn sure didn't want to have to move off of her.
The two of us stayed like that for several more minutes despite the fact that I did uncork from her, and my cum did start trickling out of her.
When I'd gotten enough energy back, I raised myself up enough to be able to look down into her face; feeling me moving, she'd opened her eyes so that she could look at me, too. Neither of us felt any obligation to say anything; simply looking into each others eyes, we knew that we loved each other, and that everything we'd done and all that mattered between us was right. We shared that knowing through a number of soft, tender kisses. A couple more minutes went by before she gave me a slightly embarrassed look and said 'I'm really not sorry about us staying together and letting your cum out -' but now it's starting to get cold, and a little sticky -'
After kissing the tip of her nose, I answered 'That's okay, Sis. I could feel it, too, but it was so nice just being with you like this that I figured to wait until YOU were ready for us to get up.' 'So now I'm ready, okay?' she told me, with a small smile. When I started to move off of her, we quickly discovered that we'd gotten somewhat 'glued' together -' something that amused and embarrassed her by turns. Once we'd carefully gotten ourselves separated again (accompanied by some gentle teasing of each other), the two of us held hands as we went in to take a shower together. Cleaned of our individual and shared residues and secretions, we went back into her bedroom only to discover that we'd left a considerable wet spot on her bed; one that went all the way through the top covers and down to the sheets. It didn't take much discussion for us to decide to leave the problem for the next day in favor of sleeping in MY bed. We were between the sheets with her spooning in front of me and my arm around her when I heard her say 'Thank you again, Danny. I knew you'd make tonight special for me, but I had no idea how special. I'll never, ever forget it, and how good and happy you made me feel.' In response, all I did was raise up enough to give her a soft kiss on her ear before saying 'If you're happy, then I'm happy, Sis.' She wriggled back against me, and moved my hand from her belly to her breast before releasing a happy, contented sigh.
We stayed like that as the two of us drifted off to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, the two of us were facing each other with Sis still asleep. I just stayed where I was, happy to be able to just look at her and marvel at how pretty she was -' and how lucky I was that she was my sister, and willing to share herself with me the way she did. I was still watching her when she woke up. Seeing me looking at her, she looked a bit perplexed for a moment before remembering the events of the evening before and gracing me with a smile that made my entire life. 'No regrets, then?'
I asked. After giving me a quick kiss, she answered 'Not a one', her eyes telling me how happy she was. Reassured, I told her 'Me either.' Both of us were perfectly willing to just stay in bed and look at each other -' right up until I heard her stomach growl. Laughing a little at the way she blushed when it happened, I simply told her 'I could use something to eat, too -' besides you, I mean!' with a wicked grin. After giving me a play-dirty look, she smiled and said 'How about if we team up and have waffles for breakfast?' It sounded like a winner to me, and I said so.
That settled, it was time for us to get out of bed. I was standing when I saw Sis make a small face as she moved to join me; seeing me looking at her, she just shook her head before telling me 'No, I'm not hurt or anything. I'm just feeling a little uncomfortable after you stretched me out so well last night!' with a grin. Satisfied that there wasn't anything really wrong with her, I readily took her hand in mine before we headed for the kitchen still naked. Despite no small amount of physical teasing and toying with each other, we managed to have breakfast. Afterwards, we went to her room to see about taking care of it. Sis was a little embarrassed to discover that the scent of her arousal was still detectable; but when I moved behind her, cupped her breasts in my hands and nibbled on her neck a little bit before telling her that I liked it, she apparently decided that it wasn't so bad -' though she still thought we needed to get rid of it before Mom and Dad got home. That was easily taken care of by lighting the scented candle she had in her room, and getting her bedding into the wash.
With that taken care of, there wasn't a whole lot left that we needed to do. We quickly got our other chores taken care of, which left us the rest of the day to ourselves. Neither of us felt like going out and doing anything, so we spent the entire day naked and snuggling with each other, and exchanging small kisses and gentle caresses. We decided to get dressed for supper, and after we'd dealt with the dishes, spent the evening watching movies on TV. When it got late, the two of us went in to stay in Sis' room that night. The next day started out as a close repeat, but with Mom and Dad coming home, we got dressed sooner than before. I was in my room doing some stuff on my computer when Dad stuck his head in to let me know they were back and ask how things had gone. I assured him everything had been fine, and that we hadn't had any trouble; that seemed to be what he expected, and he left again. Neither Mom nor Dad ever said anything to Sis or I -' at least, not directly. The only reference I ever got from
