“Sure.”
“I had to make sure she didn’t get into my room, though.”
That threw me for a second, until I recalled where Kylie had hung our nude portrait.
“You mean because of our painting? Yeah. I don’t want to think about her reaction to it.”
“It’d be awful, right?” Kylie shook her head. “I think I get why you were worried about it. I thought about trying to explain it to Mom, and… I couldn’t.”
“I don’t know that I’m worried about it anymore. I mean, yeah, it’s dangerous, but I’m still glad you did it.”
“Really?”
“Mmhm. I like it more every time I see it.”
“Just ’cause it has me naked in it, you mean?”
“No. Not just that. It doesn’t hurt, though.”
Kylie smiled at me, and I smiled back. We kissed softly and passionately.
“I love you,” she said.
“Love you too.”
Kylie nestled more snugly to me while still riding my cock. I held her in a warm embrace and gazed over her shoulder. The sun was just setting, and the view was about as picturesque as it got.
It wasn’t a typical relationship, not in any kind of way. Having sex with my sister on a regular basis would have been odd enough, but Kylie was her own brand of unique. It wasn’t a relationship I could ever share with anyone either. It had to be a secret. Not to mention the inconvenience of probably never living with each other full time.
And yet, in its own way, it was perfect. I was happy with Kylie. So, so happy. I had plenty of practice accepting her idiosyncrasies, and even cherished them most of the time. I loved having sex with her, holding her, and just being with her. What we had was weird and definitely not normal, but it was ours.
“Take me to bed?” Kylie whispered in my ear.
I kissed her shoulder and gathered myself to lift her up. “Absolutely.”
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