And now, I was sitting in my sister's living room waiting for her to get home from work. She was bringing her girlfriend into our mini-orgy. It was al... a bit mind boggling.I was drinking a beer when I heard a key twist in the door lock and my sister came in. Behind her was her friend, Marty Brewer.If I had been the kind of person who was surprised easily I would have spit my beer out and probably choked to death. Marty was absolutely gorgeous. As near as I could guess she stood about five-two. "You two will be ok if your mother and I visit my Grandma?" our dad said one Friday morning."Sure, daddy," confirmed Jen."I think I'm working tomorrow," I said, "so it should be ok."I sat at my desk, my mind not on the job in hand but what I was going to do to my sweet sister that very night. Did I have a conscious about it, her being my own sweet sister? Fuck me no, not in the slightest."Fancy a beer?" I asked."Sure," she said.It was almost too easy for she downed the beer I poured for her and. Nerves are jangling as she opens the door to the room, on the bed are a letter and 2 boxes, and on the table is a bottle of wine. She has been driving for some time and as instructed with her skirt around her waist with her bare pussy chaffing against the rough material of the car seat. She has not been permitted to use the toilet for the whole journey there; she debates whether to open the wine and decides she will have a glass maybe for courage. She then opens the letter which instructs her. Nothing would break him. ‘Awww….’ the little girl cried out, reaching for the gray striped cat, ‘Mommy I want this one! He’s so cute!’ Another face joined the first, Fearsome looked dubiously at this newcomer, an expression that boded no good. Slitting his eyes, he gave them both his most dreaded gaze, the malicious evil one. ‘Well he does look like a sweet kitty, doesn’t he Maria?’ Mom smiled down at her 7 year old daughter before turning to the woman who worked at the shelter, ‘Can we take.