doug-50321961 @doug-50321961
As I lay in bed with my sister Cara, our naked bodies pressed together in a passionate kiss. My skin is smooth and unblemished, like porcelain, and my eyes are a deep shade of grey that seems to sparkle when we're intimate. I'm twenty years old now, but it feels like just yesterday we were little girls playing dress-up in our mother's closet.
I remember the day Cara got her first tattoo, she was so excited to show it off to me. It was a small, delicate design of two birds perched on a branch, and she had it inked onto her hip bone. I thought it was beautiful then, and I still do now. We've always been close, Cara and I, like two peas in a pod. Growing up together has made us into each other's biggest fans.
Right now, as we kiss and make out in bed, I can feel Cara's heart beating rapidly against mine. Her hands are tangled in my long blonde hair, and her fingers are gently stroking the tattoo on my hip. I can feel her body responding to mine, her breasts pressing into my chest, and her legs spreading wide as she tries to get closer to me. We're both so turned on right now, our bodies burning with desire for each other.
I love this feeling of being completely naked and vulnerable with Cara. It's like we're two separate beings, yet somehow connected in a way that no one else can ever understand. Our skin is
