””Where is daddy anyway?” Megan asked.About that time we heard dirt bikes racing toward the house. I told Megan she better not let daddy see her...dressed like that. Megan smiled as she replied, ”It’s OK mom daddy brought me this suit.”That shocked me as Megan and I went shopping not her and daddy. Megan got out and ran to him wrapping her arms around him tightly once again grinding her big tits into him as he stepped onto the back porch. She told him she had missed him. Keith hugged her tightly. I was pretty sure I knew what was about to happen, but there was only way to find out.“I cum. What do you do?”My sister’s breathing was heavier than it had ever been during one of our sessions. As she sat in front of me, fully clothed, neither of us having touched each other even once, I knew that to her mind, she’d just listened to me jerk off once, touching herself for the entirety of the second round.The flush spread to her cheeks, her eyes rolled back, and instead of the monotone I was used. I was in heaven with my penis stuck in her mouth. Her head kept bouncing up and down, faster and faster. Soon I shot a load of hot steamy cum in her mouth. Latia looked up at me and it was gone. She reached out and gave my limp penis a little hand job trying to milk every last drop of cum out. I finished eating my dinner and went to the bed room to take a nap before we started tonight. When I woke up it was eight o’clock that night and Latia as fucking herself with a five inch dildo. Her body. Clothing changes were made with bedroom doors shut, and we knocked on the bathroom door, just like other people. All showers were solo. We stopped our intimate but casual sex play. In some ways, of course, it was godawful frustrating, but it also heightened the sexual tension, like tightening a guitar string. For some years, I had had regular dreams about Alex — always very nice ones, too — but now the dreams came every night. She was still doing most of her studying on my bed, though she was.