It had shaken her, and she needed to think about it... she wanted me to go, I could feel that... But then I felt the other thoughts, the one I had ...magined. They had a different texture, but they were simple- stay, stay, you want him to stay. I licked my lips. "What is it?" I said aloud. She was still wrestling, so I doubled down. You want me to stay, I broadcast. You want me to stay, and you will do anything to make sure I do. "Stay, please," she blurted out. I raised an eyebrow. A few hours at the mall isn't going to kill you.True to Mom's word, Jen was already dressed and at the table when I got there, a cleaned plate and half a glass of orange juice in front of her. "Morning, Shawn," she said with a smile.And at that, I knew everything was going to be all right. What was I panicking about? This was Jen, coolest sister in the universe. We still needed to have a little chat, but things were okay. She wasn't mad or disgusted or anything. We were cool.Mood improved, I. She has never been very talkative during sex. I slip under her and start licking at that swollen clit of hers. Reach up and get a handful of her tits. She is on all fours with her face in the pillow and ass in the air. After another ten minutes of rubbing all over her hips and ass while teasing her clit, not letting her get off, I slip a finger in that wet, worm pussy. She finally says "I thought you were going to fuck me?" That was Adams cue. I slid back out from under her and he climbed. ", said mom.Susan responded instantly, "I told you I would make you take risks, and it starts tomorrow, outdoors! Now lets not talk about it anymore, there is to be no argument." With that Susan changed the subject and simply made polite small talk for the rest of the evening. No further mention of our planned outing was made!The next morning Susan came down for a late breakfast. It was just she, myself and mom in the house. Susan was wearing loose shorts, sandals and a T-shirt. I could clearly.