Our hearts were beating fast as we lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, out of breath and entangled in each other’s limbs. Allie helped untangle while getting my now soft dick out and not spill any come in or on Claire. Boy-o, you really filled that rubber. Your cock has fresh sperm on it now, so don’t you dare get it anywhere near her Betty. You should go wash up. And bring a warm, wet, wash cloth for Claire. I cleaned up a little and fetched that moist warm wash cloth and a clean, dry hand towel for Claire.
When I returned, there was some drama going on. Claire was whimpering and Allie was attempting to soothe her. I did not know what to do. Did I do something wrong? What? I really like Claire and did not like seeing her like this. Was she OK? Could I help? Sensing that this was a private moment, I said “I am going to go down stairs to give you ladies some space here. I am not sure if I have a role in this but I really hope I do in the what-comes-next.”
Allie looked over and with a kind face, mouthed “kiss her, you idiot” and then aloud, she said “Hey, want to go start making breakfast?”
“Sure,” I replied. Then I said, “If it gets me in trouble, I’m in trouble, but I really want this… I’m not hiding it anymore.” I leaned over and kissed Claire on the top of her head. Then I whispered, “I seriously wish you weren’t my sister… by blood.” With that, she rolled her head over, looked up at me, grinned… and said– “You Idiot, I’m not!” I asked Allie, “Would you mind making the breakfast? I’d like to try some of that granola with you guys if you don’t mind,” and then after she left, I crawled right back into bed… into Claire’s arms and said, “Trust me, I know” and we kissed each other passionately on the lips.”