It really turned me on watching him on a mirror when he was all over me. My father was never around but my mom and brother were usually at home, so th... chances were few.That changed when we started going to swimming lessons. Due to my age I had to assist to teenagers lessons on Tuesday and Thursday while my brother went to children lessons on Monday and Wednesday; my mom had to take him to the pool. So I was all alone for 3 hours 2 days a week. That's when things got more intense.First I. Aunt Caitlin was a few inches taller than Mom and managed to dodge the ginger bullet. Her skin was fair, but she could still get a healthy tan. Her hair was blond and her eyes were blue. Like Mom, she fell short of having an hourglass figure, though she was probably a cup size or two bigger in the chest. Mom was a 32B, from what I saw in the laundry hamper, so I guessed Aunt Caitlin was probably a C or D. Her face was what gave her away as Mom's sister. Round with a celestial nose.Next to me,. Her calves were well pointed, her thighs could crush boulders if they wanted to, and her ass put Keira's to shame with how versed it was in giving off a feeling of fear, and excitement.Despite their figures giving off a feeling of temptation and success in the world, their personalities told a different story. Once your parents had passed away they made a full 180 and backstabbed you together for your 33 percent of the will. No longer the caring sisters you grew up with, just like in life they. The dim accent lights that we typically keep on inside the house provided a soft glow through the windows, just barely illuminating some of the architectural features inside our foyer and sitting room that bordered the porch. As we approached the front door, I could see two of our pool towels laying inside on the floor of the foyer. With an odd sense of apprehension, I led Alexia over to the large window of our sitting room, and the sight before us stopped me dead in my tracks. My gorgeous.