"Jack laughed as he hung up the phone.Staci sighed as she returned the phone to its cradle."Who was that on the phone," asked Jill as she wandered int... the kitchen."Jack," replied Staci listlessly."Oh, what'd he want?" Denise told him about the incident, and he had some questions." And you were the one to answer them. I guess he just wanted confirmation then. So why are you so bummed?" It's Denise, I think she told him... well lets just say she told him more than she ever told me about what. Eventually she stopped doing her cheers and asked me for my opinion. I obviously said they were great, although i missed most of em trying desperately to see more of her beautiful pussy. "Thanks, now whats your opinion of my new haircut?" she said.I looked up and thought her hair looked the exact same as it always did. Puzzled i looked at her and she said "no, on my pussy, what do you think of my trim?"I couldnt believe what i was hearing. My sister is not only showing me her pussy, but now. Hmm, I think the coffee’s about done, if you’ll excuse me.’ The coffee wasn’t done, but he slipped out the side door from the kitchen and into his bathroom to straighten his hair, given his teeth a few quick brushes and otherwise freshen up before skulking back to get mugs and pour. He solicited her preferences on cream and sugar, then brought her the mug. Both were keenly aware of how ridiculous this all was, the buxom socialite sipping coffee from an ‘I <,3 weekends’ mug in her evening. Although I lived near our college and Natalie returned to her home about an hour and a half away after graduation, we stayed in touch via text messages and cards and letters. When my relationship finally ended, and I was able to pursue other interests, Natalie was the first one I went after. Within five months I was packing my bags and moving into an apartment with Natalie in her town. At first, our sex life was great. Before I moved up to be with Natalie, we would get together every week or so.