Miria moaned helplessly, her sister’s fingers deftly sliding over her labia, her thumb circling her engorged pearl. With a simple tug, the string holding her makeshift skirt together unraveled, the cloth softly landing on the floor leaving Zjasha naked to her sisters hungry gaze.<br/><br/>Her mind railed against what was happening. Screaming it was wrong, she was committing a sin. Like flicking a switch, she muted her inner voice and let her body take her where it would.<br/><br/>She pressed her full breasts against her sister, rubbing her teats against her, nipples hardening to rigid nubs of sensitive flesh.<br/><br/>Miria cried out her pleasure, tossing her head back to let her sister have access to the long, slender column of her throat. Her heated kisses sending shivers of pleasure down her spine to her core. “Don’t stop Zjasha, please don’t stop,” she begged, her sister skillfully playing her body like a finely tuned instrument, pushing her toward an inevitable orgasm.<br/><br/>