Her breast hung down passed her waist. I smiled as she turned to toss her clothes on her luggage. She was just wearing a tight red thong, that left no...hing to the imagination. I could see her long legs and thick thighs in the dim light of the room. She smiled as she poured herself another drink. She had taken off all her jewelery and rings. They left small white tan lines our her body. She giggled as she sipped more of her wine."I hope this is Ok to wear? I normally sleep in the nude. But you. Your skirt is hiked as high as it can go, bunched around your hips. That is going to wrinkle terribly! Don't expect ME to iron it for you, slut!I hear a quiet moan and realize that it came from me. My panties are moist, my nipples stiffening. I shift uncomfortably in my chair.You push a finger inside your pussy, slowly fucking yourself. Then a second finger...a third. Slowly, sensuosly fucking yourself in front of me almost as if I weren't here. With your other hand you beckon me,. There came a time (I still feel sick as I remember it) when I waited in the coffee bar on City Square and had our table to myself, day after day. A time when I phoned and no-one answered. In the end, the time when I received a letter posted in Mexico. There was no return address. I threw it into the fire so I would not pore over it, then spent stupid weeks trying to find significance in a book she had given me not long before: Wilde’s De profundis. So laugh, why don’t you? Why not? Beckett was. Finally, it told her that she had been locked out for too many retries. She fell onto her bed and cried.---Jay's phone chirped. It was an email from the porn site, indicating that his account had too many unsuccessful login attempts and was locked out for 30 minutes. 'Hmm,' he thought to himself, 'I guess sis would be trying anything at this point, but I'll have to punish her for it anyway.'He smirked maliciously. Duct tape wasn't very expensive, was it?---"HEY SIS!" Jay yelled as he rounded.