My Sweet Sister Sasha III

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I held her tightly to me, sweat covered our panting bodies as we both caught our breath. I loved the closeness I felt on the come down from orgasm with my lovely Sister.

 I’d almost never had any bad feelings towards my sister, just usual sibling taunting and the odd spat.

 I had always loved her, but as a brother, and this new experience brought us into a whole new world and relationship that bound us to one another in a way that I imagine adults experience, but as adults.

 We hadn’t done this just to get off, we really loved each other and the natural progression of our love and teenage curiosity had just opened a whole new world of possibilities.

 Just then, as I was in that lovely warm dream world and still firmly buried in my sister’s wet cunt, and displaying a wonderful example of Sod’s Law, someone rang the doorbell.

Impatiently, and three times.

 My sister’s face fell, and I swore under my breath.

 I quickly disengaged form Sasha and ran to the window to see who it was. It was just a postman,

 I put on my dressing-gown, and hurried to the door.

 “Hi mate!” said the postman.

 “I got a parcel ‘ear for Ms. Hunter, d’you know her?” I nodded, and the man asked me to sign for the package. I was to regret that later.

 I thanked the postman, and closed the door after him.

 “Sash!!” I called out.

 “Yeah?!!” she shouted from upstairs.

 “Parcel here for you!!” I called back.

 “Coming!” She said as she  came down the stairs, naked and looking beautiful.