One night when I was 13, my s****r Mel and I were just hanging in the basement den watch a movie and eating popcorn. Mel threw a kernal at me and that...started the food fight. We were rolling around wrestling each other. We did that all the time but this time I noticed my s****rs titties through her white tee shirt. When her shirt got pulled tight I could see the impression of them and I got and instant hard on. It was making a tent in my shorts and precum had mad a wet spot on them that was. Her breath caught in her throat at the erotic sensations her own gentle manipulation set off inside her.God, I'm hot, she thought. If only you were here, my lover!Her cunt was as moist and lubricated as if he had just shot his hot sperm up into her, and her desire was as piqued as if he had been sitting there in front of her licking and taunting her open loins with his fantastic tongue as he had last night. Her breathing quickened and she spread her thighs further, drawing up her knees slightly. Even now, right after this session, I couldn't say who had been where. I had to find out.We went downhill and took a quick bath to wash away this session's juices. Even in the moonlight, I couldn't tell who was who, and the niqab was on. They stood with their backs against me, washing themselves. I asked for a kiss and they granted me that. Slightly lifting the front of the niqab I kissed them both deeply. It's not difficult to recognize the taste of my semen, and I now knew who was in need. I. Being fingered by Vic in the restaurant. Making the salesman cum in the store. Being fingered again by Vic at the party, and then going down on him. Her body tingled with excitement as she thought back to these events. "I told you. I like our games." A long pause. "But that doesn't mean I want to involve people we know. Can you imagine what would happen if Sally found out? God, she'd kill me. And we'd have to move out of the neighborhood."Mike reached over and took his wife's hand. "But no one.