Jay, Cheryl, and Hewlitt

Closing and double-locking the door behind them, Jay and Cheryl looked around the room, pulled together, traded several deep liplocks, and gazed into each other's eyes. The silence of the hotel room surrounded them.

"You really are so beautiful, you know that?" Jay spoke to his long-time ideal woman. "More than anyone I've ever seen"

With her long-nailed hands on his chest and digging in, the sexy sister sighed and softly replied:

"Nobody looks at me like you do. Nobody ever has, sweet Jay" Cheryl began. "I remember going to a museum with you one time, and we saw a painting. I said, it's beautiful, so elegant. And you said it is. But, you were looking at me" she detailed. "That's when I knew what I meant to you. More than an older sister. You wanted me for me".

Click.

Looking to their left where the camera was, the couple, hand in hand and attached, curiously check the Hewlitt.

"What the? I wasn't even holding it. I was holding the only thing I wanted..YOU" Jay said, nibbling on her neck, an act that set her desires on fire.

Checking the viewer, Jay saw the museum scene, including, he and Cheryl having sex on the museum floor. This was his sign that they should have fucked years ago. Such changed his outlook from possibly a cautious first time, to a more wild, active, this is long overdue.

Cheryl looked and felt the same way. Retiring to the queen bed, Jay spread Cheryl's legs wide, to her sexy smile and head tilted back sigh as he lowered himself onto her petite, firm, now-owned body.

Upon initial entry, Jay never felt as hard or dedicated. She was his every thought, every intention, as his lumber-like cock drove inside of her with increased **** and a trance-like haze of consistency, soaking in his sexy sister's sighs and wails of his name.

"Ahh! Jhayyy!!Ohmyohmysooohuge..Jhayyy!Lhuvvvvmheee!" she dug into his back and created a line of impaled blood. Jay had pleasured himself to this thought many times. Now, it was real.

"Yhessyhesss!Digbabydig!" Jay breathed heavy and demanded. "IdhooIdhoolhuvvvyouuIdhooluvyou!"

Emptying his full fluids into and onto her with a volume that even surprised him, Jay painted her concave tummy with his exuded caulking before falling next to her. They were both short of breath, hands on each other in a twilight-type sleep.

Jay had his Cheryl. And his Hewlitt.

Click..