Our First Time Making Friends 4

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This time, my sister and I explored each other's bodies. She was in her forties, still charming, with dimples when she smiled. We engaged in thrusting, changing positions. This was, arguably, the third woman I'd ever been with: my first love, my wife, and my sister. Three different women, three different feelings: the innocence of a young girl, the happiness of a wife, the allure of my sister—three distinct sensations.
My wife and brother finished quickly; I won't go into details. (There was no time to observe.)
My sister and I continued, only increasing the pace. Gradually, she became more excited, ordering me to thrust harder, then slapping my buttocks. "Harder, harder, harder!" Those were the only words in my mind, as if I wanted to channel all my strength into her. Until the very last moment, like a volcanic eruption, it all came out. That concluded my first time with my sister.
Back in the living room, after regaining my strength, we joked around. My brother said he had to leave soon because he had something to do. Around four or five in the afternoon, he left, leaving the three of us. We sat back on the sofa, reminiscing about what had just happened. My wife still couldn't believe it was real. Afterwards, we all went to the bedroom together, and I was left to deal with the two women who had just been aroused. (Brother, you're so unfair, just leaving me like that.)

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