...ellip;?” Their sexual body language failed to cease. “I...I don’t know…but…” He looked into her passionate eyes. “..Do you like it..?” “I...I do...you know Bart...I love you…” “I love you too...” They stopped for a second, arms wrapped around each other, securing them in a hold that neither one of them wanted to escape.
“Can we…kiss again?” That euphoric feeling of adolescent desire was flying through the siblings. Bart didn’t even answer, tilting his head and planting his lips on his sister’s. They kissed once. Twice. Longer the third time. Their mouths began to open, and brother and sister began to french each other. Lisa stopped for a breath. “Mmm…Bart. You can touch me...” “Lis...are you sure...” “It’s O.K. Let’s stop fighting it; I know we both want it…” She led his fingers to her chest, and he tentatively felt his sister’s curves.
“I can’t believe it…I’m touching my own sister’s tits, this is so hot…” At that moment he abandoned all attempts to try to restrict his cock’s huge expansion. It sprung up fully hardened, budging against Lisa’s waist. “Same goes for you Lis…” She slowly ran her hand up and down the tent that had erupted in Bart’s pants. He shuddered with timid pleasu...