I would eventually have a collection of clothes I had managed to...procure from various sources along with the finest samplings from ladies catalogues...that I would store safely under my bed. On the faithful day wth the folks out to town. I drew the curtains and donned my best outfit of the time. Satin white panties pressing against what I would later call my boi clitty, matching white stockings and bra stuffed other tights to create the illusion of breasts. I wore one of my mom's evening. “I think it needs a little more attention.”His hand quickly found my still protruding clit, and using two fingers he began rubbing my love button with rapid, but (surprisingly) gentle strokes. I instinctively spread my legs a little to give him better access. And with one hand mashing and squeezing my tits and the other flicking my clitoris like a vibrator, he managed to give me an earth-shattering climax that nearly took my legs out from under me. He helped hold me up as an orgasm rocked. Biting her lip, she squeaked at the sudden intrusion.I pulled my hand back and raised the damp fingers, sniffing at her fresh, clean scent. I offered the fingers to her, and she accepted them, sucking her juices off them.I repeated my hand’s journey, this time slapping her just a little bit harder and giving her nipple a very firm pinch. When I probed her sex again, I hooked my fingers and jerked roughly, pulling her closer. I leaned forwards and sucked a big, soft nipple into my mouth.. Ian had been attracted by his sister's large and shapely arse and that plus the rest of her body was constantly in his thoughts. Ian would run his hand over her buttocks at every opportunity and Sharon loved him feeling her arse, especially when he ran his fingers up and down her arse crack.With the parents now home again the chances of full sex between the siblings were virtually non-existent and their frustration was increasing. Sharon had once given Ian a very quick wank in the bathroom but.