So much so that I would often let her have my favourite chocolate or biscuit when there was only one left. I was her hero. Even my parents acknowledge... that. She watched me like a hawk. She knew more about me than my parents or closest friends did, especially if it involved my ‘willy’.She loved my ‘willy’ and I loved my little sister!As kids we got on so well together. There was never any fighting. We just seemed to be real buddies which was unusual in an innocent brother and sister. We honeymooned in Hawaii. It was here that I discovered my voyeuristic and exhibitionist side. It turned out, that our hotel room was not as private as originally thought. One morning we noticed that the couple in the room opposite could see in and were watching us! Serves us right for having sex with the blinds open I suppose. Matthew was put out but I insisted we carried on. I found it turned me on and so I put on a good show. I rode him with my body facing out allowing them a good look at my. I apply her makeup. I apply cover to disguise the bags under her eyes, a tell tale sign of a sleepless night. She kisses me, and I kiss her back. Soon she is ready, nude, except for her white pumps; we walk down to the kitchen for breakfast. Vicky has difficulty sitting down; her pussy is all swollen, so she kneels instead. She is wearing a white silk slip today. Candy is, unsurprisingly, not hungry, so she gets some coffee and kneels by Vicky. She keeps her legs open; the spreader bar is not. Marcy was an accountant working for a temp agency while she studied for her CPA exam. Her brother was an attorney who had just found his first job. Their parents were dead. She was left-handed. When we got to the left-handed part, Sylvia figured we had exhausted the chit-cht. Sylvia asked if Marcy had any questions. Assuming she had an IQ above a rutabaga, how could she not?Marcy said that Nate had told her what had happened to him, and the history leading to it. She thanked us for rescuing.