The band was great. It was a warm June night and the drinks felt good. He was His phone buzzed with a text message from Claire, the 22-year-old daught...r of his neighbor. “Hey, I saw you earlier … are you still at the show?” it read. “Yeah, why?” he shot back quickly. She quickly explained that she needed a ride back to the Village. “What happened?” he asked.“My friends are all going to some party and I don’t want to go,” she wrote. “I need a ride.”They agreed to meet at a spot near his car. He. Unconsciously my hand went to the hem of my skirt, flipped it up, then slipped between my legs. The caress of my fingernails over the smooth flesh above the tops of my stockings made me shiver. My upper teeth trapped my lower lip and I somehow stifled a moan as those fingers found my crotch, devoid of underwear, and nearly devoid of hair save for the narrow neatly trimmed strip an inch wide directly above my cunt.I remember wondering why I was without panties and checked the date at the bottom. Bill and I moved apart so Carol could lie between us. We began touching her breasts, taking turns kissing her. I ran my hand down to her crotch and fingered her wet pussy. A moment later, Bill’s hand joined mine. Together, Bill and I brought my sister to orgasm.“I better get to my room,” I said.“You can stay here with us. I’m used to sleeping with two men,” Carol said.We pulled the covers over our bodies and settled in for the night.I woke up before Bill and Carol the next morning. Being. She was more forceful with her clitoris this time, building on both her lust and her frustration at its delayed fulfillment, and as her passion grew she allowed herself the quietest of sighs. ... rustling... Her head snapped around, fingers frozen in place, but it was only the gentle stirring of a breeze jostling the willow’s young leaves. Shrugging off the noise she worked herself even more aggressively, using the fear of discovery to accelerate her release. ... more rustling ... a gasp....