Molly dipped her own finger inside herself, much more gently than her brother had. She found her g-spot and worked herself up and back. Watched her brother lazily stroke his own c**k, clearly more for her enjoyment than for his.
Molly's body bucked. She slowed her grip and suddenly there it was. Not a massive orgasm. A little c*m: a blip, not a blast. But a nice little rush of endorphins that left her leaning back against the shower wall and panting.
"That's a good girl," Austin said, watching his sister's pleasure run through her. Brothers weren't supposed to see their sisters c*m. They weren't supposed to know how their little sis stroked her p***y. The way her lip quivered as the orgasm rushed through her. The gasps and moans of sisterly ecstasy.
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