"We have to get back to the room nowwwwwww," she whispered in a quiver and a pant.
We were still 30 or 40 feet from her room. With each step my c**k pushed deep into her and I felt a flood of juice drip over my hard c**k. We made it 5 more feet and she stopped.
I was totally lost in the feeling of her wet p***y. I no longer cared that she was my sister. My brain was screaming how wrong this was but by adolescent fantasies of my sister overpowered any sane thought. The times I had wondered what it would be like to have s*x while listening to her f**k her boyfriends ran through my mind like a freight train. An at this point there was no stopping that train. My whole self was lost; all I wanted to do was c*m in my hot sister's dripping wet p***y. Her body stiffened and a deep moan came from
