She let it fall around her feet and sat once more, spreading her well-toned legs wide, hooking her knees over the arms of the chair so that Kurt could...see her panties stretched tightly across her shaven sex. The hollows of her thighs were deep and soft, with thin blue veins visible beneath her alabaster skin.Kurt nodded his handsome head, massaging his prick slowly as he watched the girl rub the pistol across her sex, pressing inward against the black cotton panel of her panties until it split. “That’s right, up you get. Come sit and rest in this chair.” I allowed myself to be guided backwards, as they reversed me to a big soft recliner. But as I plonked down into a seated position, it was immediately clear this was no ordinary chair. The centre gave way like it just wasn’t there, like I’d sat myself down into a truck tyre. I sank right in and was essentially jammed as my knees came up to my chest. From behind I felt a firm hand push down on my head as two curved spars swung over, one. Was it really happening or was she dreaming?It was really happening. She was certain of that when Bob moved a hand between her legs."What are you doing?" she murmured, his lips still pressed against hers."We both need it, Sis," he said.Pleasure such as she'd never felt radiated all over her body, but centered in her pussy. He was right. They did need it. And why not enjoy each other? They were kin, weren't they?Yet when he began opening her blouse she knew she ought to stop him. She made no. You know the line; if she told you what she did, she'd have to kill you. She will work every puzzle in every newspaper in the house, in ink. That includes the crosswords, the jumbles, and the cryptograms. The agency she works for pays very well for her services, but she doesn't do it for the money.Janet is a tall, slender brunette, and also Donna's roommate. Janet is an artist and is an absolute free spirit. She has no concept of money or how to make a living. If Donna didn't take her under her.