"Ooooh... Ted... Yeeeesss," she moaned gutturally into my mouth. Didi writhed as I finger-fucked her tight hole. She yelped when I gently added a third finger. Her hand was fisting me faster but more erratically, as if she had trouble focusing on anything else except her stretched pussy, my pumping fingers, the pleasure coursing through her.

At that moment, watching her shiver in my arms, feeling her warmth, sawing my digits into her amazing tightness, hearing her mewls, I wanted my sister like I never wanted anyone before. I needed my Didi, so badly. But I wanted her to be ready. I needed her to enjoy it.

I shifted slightly...