I think my sisters are into me? Update 16

So a few people messaged to say I’d “rushed the last story to outdo my earlier one” and I’d like to address that. We’d not long gone our separate ways when I wrote and shared my experience, hence why the story telling element wasn’t as good as some of the others, so to you critics I do apologise. Secondly, I’d like to apologise for the delay in this next update. One of those weekends.

This was a big move for me, this next update. In short, we fucked. Whether it happens again I do not know. The mood in the house is difficult as we try to navigate the environment. We believed it would bring us closer but instead it seems to have rammed a huge wedge in between us and we are unsure how it can possibly be removed. This update focusses on me and Amy, who I am sure by now know what’s happened and are beginning to act differently with me too.

After our encounter on the sofa in the living room with Amy and myself, I was ready to move to the next stage. Jessica had blown me, I’d given Sarah oral. Sex was the only logical next step. Amy and I had a few hours alone in the house and we decided to try it out. It started how we had hoped it would, with sensual foreplay in erotic lingerie and intimate touching of one another’s bodies. It then proceeded to physical stimulation of both of us, her jerking and blowing me while I fingered her. Finally, we decided to take the plunge and penetration occurred. It was protected with a condom and it felt good. Like really good. But on the other hand it felt off. Neither of us could put a finger on why but we figured it was like losing your virginity again which in a way it was.

We continued to kiss passionately and went through the motions of sex. We tried missionary, we even tried cow girl and finally doggy. It was an array of moves to try and make the spark light up and it never fully did. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hard because I was the hardest I’d ever been. She was wet too and that was hot. We even both came multiple times from it. But for whatever reason the spark just wasn’t there. Afterwards we lay in bed and talked about it. The mood between us seemed to have shifted and neither of us could work out why. Was it because we had taken it the farthest it would go? We’d had sex now. What more could we do? We cleaned ourselves up and Amy eventually went out. I ate alone and went to bed early.

Sorry this wasn’t a more exciting or positive update. I’m sure people will have suggestions but at this moment in time I feel lost. I feel like I’ve lost my sister.