Seems there was a lot of shit going on that I wasn't aware of. "Need to know", so I guess it's my fault because I'd impressed that on all three of the...young women.Getting close to the end of the Las Vegas show, Jess hadn't had her face out of the books or the laptop during any of our free time for a couple months now, mid show three to be precise.Mel mentioned something about it briefly, but we knew not to disturb her and just did our thing, sometimes leaving Jess in the room while we went out. Know that she has tracked me here, that not content with exposing me before the gathered throng of holidaymakers she has pursued me determined to make my shame and embarrassment complete.I keep my head down; studying my ten manicured nails, admiring their perfect curvature, hoping that in the half light I have become invisible. I try to calm myself but as the footsteps draw inexorably closer panic grabs at my chest causing my breathing to labour.The footsteps stop inches from where I’m sat. I. It lay along the curb of one of access driveways way that fed into the project from the street. Near the curb was a large black oak. We spent many evenings under that tree at dusk, just after dinner, as the long summer days ended and the stultifying, humid Southern air turned breezy and cool, the sky glowing purple and orange. It was there under the heavy, leafy old oak tree that I told her about my strange dream with the roaches. She said she had no idea why I would dream such a thing, but she. "Let's have some fun," she recommended, undoing my shorts.She yanked them off me and then got my black tank top off as well. "Fuck, you are hot, Joslyn," she moaned before she went right for my knockers.She moved my bra a little bit, grabbed onto both of my tits and took my left nipple right into her mouth. She sucked on it for a minute as I just peeked down at her. She failed to make eye contact with me, but definitely seemed to love what she was doing: pleasuring her step sister.I just kept.