“Yes, big brother,” she said, her voice so soft.
“Then be a good, little sister and take off your panties.”
She swallowed and nodded her head. My thumb stroked her cheek once before I let go. She reached beneath her skirt as I took the panties from Mom. Hers were frilly and gray, a bow on the front, the crotch soaked. I couldn’t help but inhale her spicy musk as Alicia worked down her panties. They were pink, matching her dress, and cute, the kind a little girl would wear. She stepped out of them, her panties momentarily catching on her black Mary Janes. Then she held them up.
“Here, big brother,” she breathed, shivering. I brought them to my nose and inhaled her fresh musk.
Then I turned to Melody, a big grin on my lips. “Well, slut?”
“You asshole,” Melody muttered, looking around. “I’m wearing jeans.”
I arched an eyebrow. “And?”
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