I watched ashe sat on his favorite bench than went over to him. "Hi. I'm here." Isaid as I sat down next to him. He looked at me for a few seconds."Os...ar? Is it you?" He said. "Wow, what a difference. You have nicelegs." He said, giving me the once over."Do you like it?" You bet."We talked for awhile. He asked if I would like to go for something toeat. I agreed and we went to the pizza place where he worked. On theway there he asked if I had a girl's name. I told him that I didn't sohe said he. My mom and dad were watching some movie on the TV as we sat on the dining table. Akshata was wearing a skirt with a printed top.When we sat, I kept my left hand on her lap and gently kept pressing it. She kept blushing and was getting distracted. I was clarifying some doubts she had but I was sure she wasn’t even listening to me properly.After a couple of minutes, I put my hand under her skirt. She shivered when my hands touched her bare thighs and then closed her eyes. I continued talking or. “I’ll stop if you want me to.” I smile, knowing the lines of her mind, “I’ll pull out, untie you, and we can pretend it never happened. Do you want me to do that?” Ally nods her head; she thinks I’m bluffing. “Ok,” I say, and pull out of her ass, her exhausted sphincter prolapsing, and forcing a sharp cry of delight from my sister, “we’ll stop.” Ally’s face falls in dismay. Her eyes look at me pleadingly. She bows her head and muffles something. “I’m sorry,” I smile, and pull her panties from. Tan skin surrounding broad shoulders and muscles are exposed as she pushes his shirt down his arms. He flings it off before loosening the halter tie of her dress and slipping it down her body. He makes quick work of her lingerie, seizing her perky nipples with his hands. He twirls and pinches them and each pluck of her nipple sends shivers into mine. I slowly run my hands over my own breasts, squeezing gently at my pink nipples, relinquishing in the pleasure of the light pain. Limbs untangle as.