Yeah, right.Yeah, right. House-sitting --- for as long as I kept catching footballs, that is. Anyway, it was no place for me to live for free. When I opened the door for my big sister on that night two months ago, she was even more lovely than my memories of her. All of twenty- one now, Jenny had colored her hair. She was now a blonde. The long curls fell around her shoulders, framing that angelic face I had seen on the succubus haunting so many of my horny dreams. I couldn't see much of her body, but what little I did see looked nice --- really nice. We sat on the couch until late in the night, talking about all the things that had happened to us over the last three years. Jenny had arrived with a couple of bottles of wine. The first was already gone, and we were putting a pretty good dent in the second one. I guess we were both becoming a little tipsy. Then she started to talk about that last summer --- that last summer when our sexplay had almost got out of hand. "I was mean to you, Davy," she giggled. "What do you mean, Sis?" "I used to tease you," she said, her laughter making those big, beautiful, braless tits shimmy under her blouse. "It was kinda fun, though, knowing that you were so excited by me." "I guess," I stammered, my eyes locked on her visible nipples. "No," she insisted. "I was mean. I knew that I was making you all worked up over me. I loved it when I made you hard. I could always tell, too. I used to go inside afterwards and finger myself until I got off." "Jeez, Sis!" I gasped. "Mmmm," she purred, sinking into the couch, her hand somehow over on my thigh before I actually realized it. "Yeah. I remember when I let you put lotion on my titties that first time. |