An intense feeling I can only describe as a-mild-electric-shock ran through my hips and thighs. I grunted and pushed my cock deep inside my sister's cunt, as I ejaculated inside of her, filling her womb with my fertile sperm.
As I got dressed, Kelly lay on the floor in the lounge and started to cry. "Oh my God!... Oh my God!... Oh my God!" she said over and over. "What the hell have we done?"
A sudden rush of guilt hit me. I felt totally ashamed of myself. I sat down on the sofa and stared at my sister, still crying on the floor. I started to tremble uncontrollably. Panic was setting in at the realisation of what I had just done. Neither of us spoke for what seemed like an eternity. After probably just a few minutes, my sister got up off the floor.
"I'm going for a bath," she said in a soft, hardly audible tone. I sat there gathering my thoughts, trying to fathom what had just happened and why? After about thirty minutes, my sister reappeared dressed in jogging pants and a baggy sweatshirt. She had made us both coffee and handed me a mug.
"Thanks!" I said, watching her as she sat down opposite in an armchair. She sat staring at the floor, avoiding any eye contact with me. Nothing was said as I sat drinking my coffee. I kept looking at my sister, wanting to do or say something to put things right, but she remained staring at the floor the whole time, deep in thought, avoiding any eye contact.
Eddie was due back with Amy soon. I didn't want to be around when they arrived home. I stood up and said goodbye to my sister, but she didn't reply. Her red satin panties were still on the lounge floor exactly where I had discarded them. Imagine Eddie arriving home with Amy, walking into the lounge, seeing Kelly's red satin panties on the floor in the middle of the room. Why?... How would she explain that?... I picked them up, watching my sister. She didn't move or take any notice as if she were in a trance. I put the red satin panties in my pocket and left the room.
I went upstairs to the bathroom before I left to use the toilet. My sister's lovely black satin-slip was lying on the bathroom floor next to the bath. I picked it up and looked at it, holding it up to my face and smelling it. I could smell my sister's perfume on her lovely slip. I folded it neatly into a small bundle and took it with me.
As I exited the bathroom, I stood at the top of the stairs looking towards my sister's bedroom. My thoughts momentarily drifted to those satin-slips Kelly had admitted to owning, and the satin blouses and dresses too. Did I dare take a quick peek through her wardrobe? As I pondered whether I would get caught, the reality of what I had just done with my sister dawned on me. The immense feelings of shame and guilt came flooding back.
I went back downstairs to the lounge. Kelly was still sitting staring at the floor, her coffee which was now cold, still in her hand, not having moved an inch.
"I'm going now," I told my sister. She didn't reply.
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