A question caught me by surprise-4

If Jennifer was nervous, she didn’t show it. I was certain my sister
was a virgin as well, but she certainly didn’t seem anxious about it. She
smiled warmly at me, beckoning me to join her. I slinked over her,
catching her lips once again. My anxiety began to fade as our bodies began
to warm to each other. Emboldened, I began kissing my way down her neck,
trailing down her clavicle, down the swell of her left breast until finally
my lips brushed her nipple.

I took it into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and teeth.
Jennifer’s breath hitched, a deep moan reverberated through the room. As I
continued my explorations, her breath became shallower and more ragged, and
every so often a faint, “Oh my God,” would escape her lips.

A warm slickness started to coat my lower abdomen, matting with the hair
on my stomach. I smiled to myself, giddy that I was able to do this to
her. I continued my journey south, determined to explore Jennifer’s body
further.

I caught her scent as I made my way past her navel. It was
intoxicating, yet strangely familiar. I recalled a similar aroma on the
occasional sleepover. Sometimes I’d wake up to hear Jennifer whimpering in
the dark. I used to think it was bad dreams, but now I knew better.