Kyle and I made no effort to be quiet. The clearing was ours. All that existed was the sound of our bodies working in unison. My moans.

His grunts. Shouted encouragement as I begged him to fuck me harder and deeper. The clear sounds of sex.

I leaned in close, pulling myself up to his ear. "Cum in me," I begged.

"Fill your sister's pussy." I knew from the last time just how those simple words would affect him; I accented the request with a deep, satisfied moan as I began to cum.

My pussy contracted around his cock, working to get his seed as deep into me as possible.

I pulled myself close to his body, allowing my climax to overtake me. Another moan.

Another desperate plea for his seed.

He came with a deeply-satisfied moan, which turned into my name over and over again as he pumped his thick load deep inside me.

Still buried in my pussy, he relaxed, pushing my body deeper into the grass. I didn't mind; I could feel his heartbeat next to mine, and after a few minutes I could feel his cock start to soften inside me.

We both tried to catch our breath.

I was very happy. As I looked into his eyes, I could tell that he was as well.

I probably wouldn't have been quite as happy had I known that we weren't exactly alone in the clearing.

If I had the presence of mind to look slightly to my right, I might have seen a pair of eyes peering through the growth.

Had I seen that, I probably would have screamed and tried to cover my body, hiding from the erstwhile peeping tom.

But none of those things happened, because I simply didn't look.

All I knew was that I was very happy, and that I was once again filled with Kyle's cum. What more could a little sister want?