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through the night.
     
    “Really?”
     
    “Mhm.”
     
    “I’m honored.”
     
    “You should be.”
     
    “You were a good kisser.”
     
    Her eyes widened and she flushed a deep pink.
     
    “Really? Do you have a lot of experience to speak from?”
     
    “That’s right,” I said laughing, taking a seat next to her on the hood of the car. “I’ve got a lot of experience to speak from, and I can say you’re a good kisser.”
     
    “Just think…” Sarah whispered. “How much better I would be with some practice.”
     
    “You’d be a master. The best who ever lived.”
     
    “It might be a tragedy, you know. If I can’t fulfill my potential.”
     
    “Your potential as a kissing master?”
     
    “That’s right,” she said, not even smiling at the absurd notion. I leaned in to claim her lips again and she pressed against me hard, her soft tongue allowing me in, her lips tasting sweet and fruity from the punch at the dance.
     
    She ran a hand over my chest, leaning into me as we broke apart.
     
    “Damien, I’m so messed up in the head. I don’t know what I’m doing. I just like you so much. I wish you weren’t my brother.”
     
    I sighed.
     
    “We don’t have to tell anyone,” I whispered, my voice hungry and quiet.
     
    “Tell anyone what?”
     
    I ran a hand down her leg, feeling her shiver as my fingers played over her calf, then under her knee, and then up her inner thigh…
     
    “About us.”
     
    “What… What about us?”
     
    “Exactly,” I growled, finding my way to her soft, panty clad mound. I pressed my lips hard to hers again, not holding back anymore. She wrapped around arms around my neck, our tongues dueling deliciously, rolling and struggling to gain an advantage over one another as I pushed her down onto the hood of the car.
     
    “Will someone see us here?” she gasped as I kissed down her neck. I ran my tongue and lips over her collar bone, suckling gently, and then hard, eliciting a yelp from my poor little sister.
     
    “Who cares if they do?”
     
    “Damien!” she gasped as I suckled at her breast, dipping lower and lower and lower, almost under her dress. “We can’t let anyone find out… You have to promise me…”
     
    “We won’t let anyone find out,” I whispered, using my teeth to nip at her skin. She gasped again, jerking beneath me as I slid a hand beneath her dress again.
     
    “D-damien…” she whimpered, holding onto me tight as I rubbed her mound slowly.
     
    “You’re getting wet,” I told her, whispering into her ear and teasing her, running my tongue along the outer edge of her ear, then into her ear, and then finishing with a nibble at her ear lobe.
     
    “Ah… I know…” she whimpered, her hips bucking into my hand.
     
    “What are we going to do about that?”
     
    “I don’t know… I’ve never been with a guy before…”
     
    I was expecting that, based on the fact that my kiss had been her first, but it still came as a bit of a surprise to me. I did my best to keep from showing it, though.
     
    “Are we really going to have sex on the hood of your car?” she asked, as I reached under her dress and hooked my fingers under the waist band of her panties. I slid them down her long, luscious, smooth legs and she bit her lip, blushing in the pale light of the parking lot.
     
    “Depends on whether or not you play your cards right,” I replied as I ran my fingers up her thighs slowly again. She gasped.
     
    “Bro, don’t tease me…” my sister whimpered, bucking her hips into my hands again. Then, I pressed my palm to her wetness, palming her pussy and savoring the way it felt and twitched against my hand, slave to her desires, much as she was a slave to mine.
     
    “Oh, god…” she gasped, pressing her pussy into my hand and writhing beneath me, savoring my touch. “Damien…”
     
    I stroked her lips, sliding my fingers over her wetness, and then letting them dip inside of her. I pumped them in and out of