Fingering Kiera

Your fingers push between Kiera's lips and into her vagina. Before your eyes, you see your big sister's body shudder, her shoulders quivering, biting her lip, her eyelids fluttering, her face and chest coloring red. Kiera lets out an inhuman groan.

"Kiss my neck," she whispers. "I love having my neck kissed."

You do it, keeping your fingers at work inside her. It's your middle and your ring fingers, curling back toward yourself in a come-hither movement.

Your sister grips you hard, her arms under yours, stroking your hair as she moans. "Please God Hayley never stop."

You don't want to stop, not now, not ever. In this moment, you'd be more than satisfied with pleasuring your sister for the rest of your days, fingering her and kissing her and tasting her and maybe more. You can't imagine how you wasted so many years not doing this to each other. She's not even touching your pussy and yet you find yourself overcome with pleasure, as if it's overflowing out of her through her tongue and into you through the air.