When I opened my eyes on the Day of my Wedding, I found my Little Sister Asha, already awake, gazing lovingly up at my face.
“What is it, Sister?”
She moved upward to kiss me, her soft body brushing against mine, milky nipples causing trails of goosebumps to rise on my skin where they touched me. Our lips met and I savored the taste of her, determined to memorize it, to take it with me. She cuddled closer to me so she could whisper in my ear: “This is the last time we’ll ever wake up together like this.”
“First of all, you don’t know that.” She continued to gaze at me, apparently unconvinced. “And, secondly, let’s make the most of this morning, my sweet Sister.” I pulled her on top of me, feeling her gentle weight against my body, her breasts settling around and between mine like puzzle pieces snapping together. She found my mound with her knee and pressed it against me, making me gasp. Her mouth swallowed the sound, sucking my tongue inside her.