Finally, it was done. We were spent. Still clinging to her waist, I helped her climb off me and settle on her side. Turning toward her, I wrapped an arm over her. Then I kissed her. She seemed to melt against me. It wasn't the same, passionate kiss like earlier. Instead, it was very tender. Loving. Our tongues were barely involved, and lazily at that. Mainly it was just our lips, opening and closing around each other.
When we broke away, my sister and I stared at each other without another word. Her face looked damp with sweat. And even her eyes seemed wet. Wait. Were those tears? I reached a hand up to her face and gently ran my thumb along the bottom edge of one of her eyes. A smear of makeup made a sloppy streak when I pulled my thumb away. Woops. I hadn't realized she was wearing eye
