Eve gasped, her whole body tensing at the touch of Claire's tongue on her clit. Her whimpers grew in pitch until her back arched sharply. One hand fisted the blanket and the other, Claire's hair (she hoped) not hard enough to hurt. With a long moan, her tense body trembling, she came. She knew her pussy would be soaking Claire's hand, but there was nothing she could do--she just had to hope her sister wouldn't mind.<br/><br/>After what seemed like days, she began to relax, her body slumping back onto the bed, and she remembered to breathe. The feverish haze on her mind hadn't receded, but she was certain of one thing: that was a favor she intended to repay.<br/><br/>She scooted out from under Claire, and moved around behind her. The view was exquisite, and she couldn't believe she was actually allowed to look at her sister's beautiful sex. She had imagined it--she blushed to think of how many times--but the reality was so much sweeter. Slowly, almost reverently, she ran her finger down Claire's pink slit, delighting to find wetness. Clearly she hadn't been the only one enjoying this.