Mountain of Memories

His sister’s lips were soft beneath his own. Rhys kissed her urgently, feeling as though he was starved for the taste of them, hungry for the way he could feel the gentle gasps of air against his neck when Maggie gasped and cried out under him, for the feeling of her soft body pressed beneath his where his weight pressed her pleasantly into the mattress of their shared bed.

Ah ... there was her rosy look. Flushed. Mussed. Desperate with lust. The flickering firelight cast shadows on her face, the only light in the room. Rhys loved it when she would cling to him, arching her hips to meet every thrust. Dig her nails into his ass when it really got good, moaning obscenities as well as his name...

Just like she was doing now. It made him jerk inside her, growing even harder, as her whole body squirmed, pussy getting suddenly wetter and silkier before her cunt tightened around him mid-stroke, squeezing tightly again and again...

Rhys moaned with her. It was hard to hold on when she came like that, and especially when it was on his cock. And when Maggie urged him on like that, pulling his hips down faster and faster ... well, he just couldn’t help but push forward again, deep, and let his penis spit into her cunt. Oh fuuuuck, she felt like cotton-candy-soft heaven inside. Rocking forward a couple more times, encouraged by the sounds of pleasure his sister always made when she felt his cum throb warm into her womb, Rhys gently lay against her, feeling weak and tired (but happy, oh yes) from the strength of his orgasm. Maggie wrapped her legs around his hips and hummed quietly, stroking his hair, until he regained his energy.

Before he pulled out of her, he looked into sister’s face and kissed her lightly on the mouth. Her eyes shone with smiles and shy tenderness. When Rhys lay next to her, she cuddled in close, enjoying the warmth of his arm around her.

‘I love you,’ she murmured, the words sweeter than even her kisses. ‘I love you.’