We went silent more than Nev did. A couple of times my sister clearly wanted to be kissed, so we made out for ten or so minutes. The second time she turned around, tried to get back into the movie, then used her phone to cast a porn video to the TV. Taking my hand and putting it between her legs. I couldn’t tell you how hot that was. To this day I really didn’t know of my ex-girlfriends had never been horny, or if they’d just relented to my needs. Marissa… Now! Just made it obvious what she wanted and how! I (happily) fingered her from behind while kissing and sucking at her neck and shoulder, my other hand toying with her nipples. I got hard (she asked me if I wanted a BJ afterward but I was still satisfied) and enjoyed being wedged in her bountiful warm cheeks but mostly it was about getting her off, I of course waited until the guy in the video came on the woman’s face before I thrummed her clit concentrated enough to launch her into orgasm.
Neither of us wanted to leave, but we had to. Parents would miss us, not that either of us had curfews anymore but they’d ask questions that we wouldn’t want to answer. Plus Grandma’s house felt colder the further into night it got. Neither of us dared to turn up the heat, the TV was bad enough, mom monitored the bills like a hawk.
On the way home I grinned, “You did want me to be romantic,” I teased, dropping into a version of her voice. “Cuddle me Foster! Hold me Foster!”
“Shut up!” Was all she could say back to that, her cheeks afire.
“As you wish,” Reaching over to take her hand, nestling both between her thighs, between the reference and then hand holding it assuage the massive amount of mortification my comment had brought out of her.
“Holding my hand! You want to be romantic!” She had to put in as I drove us home, I just shrugged and nodded.
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