A moment later, I felt the warm wetness of my spend spill into my shorts. There was something almost painful about it. Strained. The bliss overtook me. I felt my sister's hand on my head. Stroking my hair lovingly. I became very aware of sharing this intimate, vulnerable thing with my sister. It made everything more satisfying, yet also scarier.
When I got my strength back, I rolled off of Lucy.
"That was nice," she said, "Thank you for letting that happen."
"Did you...?"
"Not really," Lucy said.
"I'm sorry," I said, meaning it.
"No, don't be," Lucy said, "Honestly it was totally awesome. Different. I loved it."
I nodded, letting myself believe her. If I thought the floor was comfortable post-c*m, you can only imagine how nice it felt to be in Lucy's soft warm bed. I let my head lol
