" Where were you born?" asked Kathy."I think it must have been Jackson," I said. "I can still remember my address. I had to have it memorized when I w...nt to school the first day." Really?" asked Kathy. "You can still remember that from way back then?" Sixteen-nineteen Wall street, Jackson, Iowa, one-one-six-three-two." I was surprised at how smoothly it slipped off my lips. "My telephone number was Skyline six-six-nine-four." Skyline?" asked Kathy."That was back when people had a word that. She was dressed, as she usually was, in a pair of black leggings and a plain t-shirt. Erica didn't believe in advertising the goods, especially as she was usually intending to get them out at some point anyway."No need for modesty around me, mate." She said, tugging at the knotted cord around Ben's waist and freeing his raging hard-on. "I know all about what you lads are up to this evening."Ben's mouth opened and closed as he failed to ask how Erica could have possibly known. She chuckled and. She was buttering me up, that I knew. I had planned on taking her out shopping. Her first real outing since deciding to distance herself from Eric and we both agreed a new wardrobe was in order. It would be on my dime, naturally. I guess she wanted me to remember this when I saw the price tags. The head was slow, methodical, paced. Light brushes from her lips and tongue across the glans kept me perked up. She took care not to let me cum, she wanted it drawn out. Just before I hit my limit, she. I last my wits, got her face in my hands and spurted jet of my juice in the warm mouth of my elder sister. She got flabbergasted and moved back with a jerk. I pulled her back and shot jet of jet of my love load at her mouth, breasts and belly. “Ooh sis; I am sorry for all that mess I have created, but I couldn’t hold it” I could hardly utter these words and got up. “Its; its okay lil bro” she replied with sort of embarrassment. “But I suppose, it was my fault” she further added. “No sis, I.