But I couldn't stop as a final image entered my head of my dear sister, standing in front of me naked, hair disheveled and skin sweaty and flushed. I see her lips move, mouthing the words to come for her as her chest rises and falls with each deep breath. Her body lowers, she's on her knees while never breaking eye contact. She holds her breasts, lifts them, raises them, and says it again, tells me to come, and I do.
With a final heavy thrust into my fist, my c**k erupts painting the checkered tiles. Waves of bliss crash through me as I shudder to each string of ejaculate. Through clenched teeth, I slowly return to earth.
"Rich?"
Oh s**t!
I stop. Catch my breath and turn off the water.
"Yeah?" I call back.
There is a brief pause.
"... Dinner's ready," she said. "You okay?"
I can se
