“Farther, please,” I said.It moved another three inches. I looked up. Her eyes were still closed, and she was panting now.“This is so embarrassi...g,” she whined.“No it’s not,” I said, calmly. “You’re beautiful. You know that. I told you that.”“But this...” she moaned.I pushed her shorts down. I admit her panties might have stayed up, but I made sure they didn’t. She automatically lifted the same foot. When she put it back down, it stepped on her shorts. She moved it outward, automatically, which. Her saree and petticoat raised almost to her thighs. And above all this, my sister panting on the bed, taking deep breaths in and out, making her boobs move obscenely romantic and welcoming on the scantily clad body of my sister. Her looks deeply penetrating, desperately inviting for more.Even I kept staring at her and took of my shirt, shorts and only with my underwear again lied on her, this time with my face right above her boobs. I looked into her hunger filled eyes and said,“akka, you know. .. hovering ... a bit. She had asked me what the hell had gotten into me, and I had just told her, again, I was nervous about the breeding program.“Bullshit,” she said.“Bullshit?” I responded, somewhat amused, somewhat ... displeased. In her heart of hearts she still considered herself my slave, but she was becoming much more able to confront me. Particularly when she thought it was for my own good. Like now. But she had to learn to do so, more ... respectfully. I demanded it, and when it got. “Do I have to? I can stay on the boat.”“I need you to be close to me.”She felt his fingers move down her back and pressing in between her ass cheeks over the blanket. Her eyes looking into his as their tongues played together.“Let’s do it again, Marty”, she mumbled reaching for his crotch. He was erect and seemed ready. He let her caress him over his shorts as he navigated the boat to the docks.She stepped down and in a minute was ready to join him on the shore. Martin was familiar with the.