WHERE ARE THEY?” she demanded rather loudly.“You mean the materials - that with all your security protocols - were still stolen and could not be a...counted for? The ones I had to go to a foreign country, into hostile territory to recover for you?” I asked.“Yes those,” she replied a little toned down.“We do things differently here, I need two IDs from each of you, one of them with a photo,” I said.With their IDs in hand, “Take a seat; this will take a few minutes,” I said.I read the names and. ” Thelma purred as she sat on the edge of her bed with her legs wide apart as usual. “Kneel in between my legs and kiss my cunt.” She laughed to herself. “Kiss it?” I questioned her. “Yes… fucking kiss it …kiss my cunt.” My sister playfully growled. “But…but you,” My stiffness withered away as I continued, “but you…pee out of there!” “Ha, ha, ha” she chuckled, “don’t worry baby…it won’t taste of…piss…just do it for me…please.” I bent forward, unsure what to do and gently. I had cup-cake breasts, tip tilted with long nipples, surely my brother would like to look at me as he stroked himself?I found myself beginning to wet at the thought of having a mutual masturbation with a male, the lure of being able to reach out and touch and to hold a man's penis, during an excited phase as I touched my own slippery wetness, the meshing of both sex organs, against each other, really overcame the i****tuous behaviour, I wanted to know and even more, feel and hold and make cum,. My eye caught his just in time to see a subtle smile of approval which generated a wonderful surge of pleasure. Keen to continue this newly discovered and simulating activity, we moved to the lounge area where we found a somewhat secluded sofa. I sat crossed legged displaying a fair amount of naked thigh until the bar steward arrived and took our drinks order. While he was away, Dave confirmed what I already knew. The steward had been openly staring at my legs. Then as if reading my thoughts,.