Three whole weeks, I thought excitedly, as I eyed up the expensive looking paintings hanging in the large hallway which stretched out before me. I did...'t recognise a single one, which meant the Jacksons had probably paid a fortune for them.I pushed my butt off the door, dropped my suitcase, and happy-danced my way down the hallway towards the huge kitchen. Everything in this apartment was huge, and it was all mine for the next three weeks. The Jacksons had been close friends with my parents for. Danny's parents and my parents being best friends. Danny and I. Danny by himself. Danny was a recurring though. Scott. Scott and Emily. Maddie and Brad. The girls. The guys. Houston, Texas. Des Moines, Idaho. Gossip Girl, a book by Cecile Van Zeegar about the fabulous and fabulously screwed up lives of Upper East Side WASPy teenagers.I eventually fell asleep thinking about ice cubes.I woke up almost two days later.Danny was slouched into a chair in the corner, his head leaning back against the. But now, as his sister clutched his aching cock and swiped it around and up and down the length of her pussy, he realized a dream he had had for years was about to come true. He reached up and clutched her huge firm tits, making broad circles with the palms of his hands, then started massaging them and played with her nipples.Tess's breath was becoming more rapid. She still had her eyes locked with her brother's. She grunted and chuckled playfully as she worked his cockhead around in her. With the build up, I had a bit more. I leaned forward so they would also hit her tits. She was well covered. "Oh shit Pete, that was a big load. You seem to have needed some too."Sara jumped up to go shower. My spunk plastered on her face and tits. When she came out, cleaned up and with fresh clothes, still a t-shirt and shorts, it WAS still warm, she looked at me."So perv, was that fun?" In a weird way, yes. You're my sister, but that doesn't mean your body isn't hot." I kinda liked seeing.