“Thanks,” she said, as I helped, grabbing another can.“You're welcome,” I said hoarsely, my voice choked by this heat rushing through me. Did ...he realize what she was doing to me? Did she think there was nothing strange?Why would she? I was her son. She couldn't realize that I just wanted to lift up her skirt and yank down her panties. It would be so easy. She pressed her rump harder into my ass as she leaned over to push a can into the back of the top shelf.My dick wanted to explode. Her rump. Then she scooted back down and put her arms around me and held me. I felt all kinds of things, a lot of them rather unexpected seeing that it was my own sister. But one thing I knew was that my sister could give me a whopping hard-on and make me cum, make me have a terrific orgasm. I lay there kissing her in thanks and with some rising lust, as well."Mmm, I want to stay with you tonight, Scott, and be with you; but Mom and Dad will be home in a while so it just can't happen. But know that I'd. "Heather smiled as she stroked the nipples of Diane's luscious breasts. Diane wavered a bit, her eyes fluttered as the pleasurable sensations grew outward from the molesting fingers.She moaned, almost imperceptively. Heather grinned at the helpless response. The fingers played across the pale round skin of the ex-reporter's mounds. Sensations drew her into the hazy joy of arousal. Her body swayed in almost involuntary ecstasy.As quickly as it began, it stopped. Only the fingers around her arm. She looked into my eyes, said nothing, and used her hand to move mine further up her thigh. My fingers reached her pussy and she shifted her legs to invite me in. She put her elbows on the table to brace herself just as my finger entered her. I started to slowly finger her, getting as deep inside of her as I could. She pushed herself closer to the end of the chair and spread her legs apart as much as she could so I could get even deeper. The table cloth hid me finger fucking her while everyone.