And he’d used the last of that year’s vacation days on his last trip home. Then, Sean lifted his hand up to her belly and eased it down between her legs. Sex Stepping into the living room, he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at his sister sitting on the couch. Sucking on her nipple, he found his mouth once again full of the sweet nectar that flowed from her. Ready for what, he angrily asked himself. She was married, and had a baby. “Oh, Seanmy,” she gurgled, pressing her pussy up against him harder as she flicked her fingertip back and forth across her jutting clit. Let me see it.”
“Oh all right,” she muttered, nervously looking out the window toward their house. “Do you wear a bra…uh, brassiere?” he asked her, awkwardly gawking down as he waited for her to bare her breasts. Then, he delicately ran a fingertip over the soft warmness of her palm. He was so caught up in the memory that he failed to hear the sound of his sister’s footsteps as she entered the living room.
