Betsy let her lips drift lower, like marking a trail so she could find her way back later. My ears and my neck. Down the center of my chest. As her mouth got closer to my dick, it became pretty clear what she had in mind. And this, well, it was way better than a mudpie (better than being sent down a hill on a rocket skateboard, too).

"Ohhh, Bets," I groaned as my sister's lips made contact with my cock. It was only a kiss, but already I was aching for more.

My sister slowly pecked her way around my pole. She dabbed her tongue against my shaft.

"That's...