Bethany then rolled over onto her back, leaving me pressed intotheir mattress as Marley switched her attentions to Bethany's otherorfice. As they made...love, Bethany's juices trickled down onto me. I triedto enjoy their musky, vanilla-ish scent and taste, wishing I could lapthem from the source, but contented myself with the sensation of thebuttplug wiggling back and forth inside me as Bethany reached orgasm afterorgasm. After what I guessed was about 30 minutes - buttholes don't havewrist. So I looked at her and said, "You are one good looking woman" as sweet as I could say it. She said, "Thank you" and laughed."So what do you really want?" she asked.I don't know why but I started telling her the truth. I said, "I was driving up the street, saw a woman in an orange and yellow bathing suit turn the corner and said to myself I have to have another look. So I turned around and had to think of something to say to you so I could get a better look."She looked at me and laughed and. "I grinned. "Suits me, Sis. I'll call your bluff." I paused. "I'll take pictures to show Tom, too."She blushed. "I don't think I want to be seen in public with no clothes. You win, Brad. It was a bluff."We lazed around the site in our suits just taking life easily and enjoying each other. Karen had spread a blanket in an open spot and we lay together. The other three were passing my phone around looking at the pictures I had taken. Marianne had my phone and said, "Oh, good grief! Karen, you. I ran my hands up and down her back to calm her down, stroking her beautiful hair. I had always thought her hair has beautiful, but the recent summer highlights of blonde in her brunette curls were natural and gorgeous, tied back into a medium length ponytail. Again, I felt guilty, but decided I shouldn't. My sister was beautiful, and I knew it. I had always known it. Finally, she had calmed down enough to speak. She pulled her face out of my shoulder, and I saw her in full make-up. I suppose.