<em>"Alright, yeah, I'm definitely going to have to do this again."</em><br/><br/>That was the million dollar question now wasn’t it? Would they do this again? Rationally they absolutely should not. Emotionally - at least for Em, and probably for Scarlet too - it was amazing because they both knew how each other thought and acted most of the time and so could be fairly sure that when either one said or did anything, it was genuine.<br/><br/>That was all well and good, of course, but you should never make a decision with your sisters cum slathered all over your face.<br/><br/>“Oh yeah……” Emily said. “We are definitely going to have to do this again.”<br/><br/>She leaned in to give her sister a kiss on the cheek. She did that, but she also pressed her head forward so she got some of Scarlet’s cum pressed against her sister’s cheek too. If she was messy, Scarlet was going to be messy to.<br/><br/>She giggled happily and leaned back. “No wasting it now. That’s good stuff that is!”<br/><br/>Using her fingers to scrape it off her, Emily cleaned her face off as best she could. As she’d just suggested, she didn’t waste it at all and each and every drop she pulled off herself she sucked off and swallowed. At this rate, they’d not need dinner at all.<br/><br/>Dinner!!<br/><br/>“Crap, we… Um… Look. It’s almost dinner time. We need to get cleaned up. Properly cleaned up. And we need to act like nothing happened. Because, nothing did happen right?” They were sisters after all and sisters weren’t meant to fuck each other and cum in each others mouths. If they weren’t meant to, the fact that that did was just wrong, correct?, and if it was wrong, as good girls they wouldn’t have done it.<br/><br/>Emily was used to such contorted flights of logic to explain her actions. That’s how she managed to rationalize her wanking. She did it because she wanted to, but good girls probably didn’t do that stuff so she couldn’t have? Right? Anyway, there was no time to worry about that. They needed to get cleaned up.<br/><br/>“Can you make it back to your room and then to the bathroom to make sure you are all clean babe?” Emily asked her sister. “If so, you go first. I’ll go in after you.”<br/><br/>She could. Or at least she thought she could. Good enough. Emily started to sort out the pile of clothing and toss whatever was Scarlet’s over to her. They just needed to make it though dinner and act like nothing had happened - because nothing had happened.