I nod stupidly, and sit on my knees, the taste of cum on my breath and a very firm erection straining the thin fabric of my sister’s thong panties. She escorts Chad to the front door. Murmured words were exchanged, and I hear the door open, shut, and deadbolt. Her heavy footprints get louder and she opens the door slowly, and shuts it behind her. Her head down, she looks up and into my eyes and says: “we need to talk.”
Here is Chapter 2. I’m hoping to write more, but I would love to her what you think.
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