Ani. The words ran over and over inside my brain as I lay there on top of her, her body still clasped tightly around mine. I needed to pull out. I really did. I didn’t want the condom to come off or leak or something—not that I saw that happening anytime soon since I seemed to still be hard as a fucking rock. I’d just come so hard I’d practically blacked out, and I was still hard. Jesus. I couldn’t tell if I should be dancing a jig or crying into a beer over the fact that I’d just had the best sex of my life in the back of a Toyota 4Runner with my foster sister. But was she really my foster sister anymore? I mean, she had been at one point, but that was years and years ago. I’d never even lived with her, if we were going to get technical about it. I groaned as I felt her hands run tentatively up my back and then slide into the long hair at the nape of my neck, and I couldn’t stop myself from canting my hips forward, making her squeeze my dick in response.
