David bewegte leicht sein Becken vor und zurück. Ich schaute nach. Sie schliefen wirklich tief und fest mit einem zufriedenen Gesichtsausdruck. Leise...ging ich aus dem Raum und ging zurück zu Toni.Der war vertieft in die Finanzunterlagen und schien alles in sich aufzusaugen. Inzwischen waren die anderen Jungs aufgetaucht „wir haben alle verschlafen“ lamentierte Nico.„Ihr ward ja auch heute Nacht sehr beschäftigt“ konterte ich „da kann man am nächsten Morgen schon Mal nicht richtig wach. I should have read that damn pamphlet sooner. I still didn't know if it had been a dill pickle or a sweet pickle. All I knew was that it had been, shall we say, fulfilling? I wonder -- if it was dill, did it make my -- uh -- pucker -- pucker even more? It didn't feel like it.But getting back to the pamphlet, what about Worthington? Had he ever read it himself? I mean, supposedly he had been trained for his position as NiS coordinator by this Federal Office of Social Awareness thing. Maybe he. I couldn't move, couldn't think. All I could do was stare at my naked sister, her hands bunched in a towel above her head, drying her hair.Or, rather, a towel that had been drying her hair. She wasn't doing anything now. She seemed as frozen as I was.My sister's reaction wasn't the "correct" one, either, I guess. Most sisters would have screamed, called me a pervert, and demanded I leave. On the other hand, if this was one of those erotica stories I often read on the Internet, she would have. The one thing she was shouting was “Ahhhh swathi I love you so much baby umm lick my beautiful pussy….I wanna feel your tongue on my clits”I was shocked that my little sissy was having a lesbian crush on swathi… I took a snap of it and went into the room and shouted “Hey priyanika!! What the hell is happening here?”She was feeling ashamed and covered herself under her bedcover. She was angry on me asking “Wtf are you doing here bro??” Me: priyanika, I have seen and heard what was happening.