When my c**k first met her wet opening, Katia's eyes shot open, and the kiss stopped without breaking. Her body pushed against mine, and I felt myself enter my sister in the worst way. I was stoic on the outside but wincing on the inside. Her breath caught as my c**k hit the first barrier of resistance.
I suddenly feared for my sister in another way as I put together a lifetime of women gasping and complaining about how large my c**k was. It was the only way I really knew how I compared to other men, but I never let it slow me down. April was right about that. I kept going, and stretched many women to fit around my insistent c**k. Most of them ended up loving the feeling of finally getting taken by something so large, but some seemed to have resented me for it.
Now I was afraid for Katia
