Martin was stupified at the sight that lay before him. He was standing in the doorway with his bitch of a sister sitting on the toilet, pants and pant...es at her ankles, pissing as he gawked."I said, what the fuck are you doing!" Angela said, snapping him out of his trance."Oh...uhh...sorry...I had to...uh...pee..." So wait a few minutes, why don't cha!" Ok...sorry..."Martin still couldn't believe what he saw as he shut the door. He'd always thought of his sister as just another aspect if his. Like they have a mind of their own.” She laughed at that and got on her knees between my legs, she looked up at me with those dark eyes and said ”If you’re hands are gonna behave good then you’re gonna remember this b’day for the rest of your life. So please don’t spoil it.” and she started opening my belt, my button and my zipper. When she had undone it she grabbed it along with my underwear and started pushing it down. I raised my hips and she pulled them down my legs. She placed her hands on. She sat on it casually, without seeming to worry that she’d get her butt over what people put their drinks on. Of course, from what Tiff had seen, this place didn’t exactly look that sanitary. They were all swimming and kissing and doing drugs in the same fucking water supply. And here, she’d been creeped out by people peeing in the same pool as her.“You can say that,” Tiff said. “You ever wake up one day, and think the day’s gonna go one way. Then it goes and goes, nah, Tiffany. You’re going. Great ass and legs. Narrow waist, almost wasp-waisted, even after two kids. No stretch marks. I guess that baby oil I rubbed on her belly really did work. Certainly, it had made her horny enough.She turned towards me as she lowered the nightgown past her hips. Her pussy hair was trimmed short and neat. Her large, full breasts showed briefly as she began to button the front. They sagged a little, but thirty-eight Ds will do that. They swayed and bounced seductively as she continued buttoning.She.