”Shari licked her lips, eyeing his cock warily. She felt her asshole tighten.“It looks awfully big for my ass,” she said softly. “Mother, are ...ou sure? I’m not as big as you are, you know.”“I’m almost sure,” Janet said. “Want me to help make it easy for you, honey?”Shari nodded her head, but she still watched her brother’s cock with wary eyes. Janet went to the kitchen and returned with a small jar of honey.“Honey for a honey!” Janet smiled.“You’re gonna rub that on me?” Shari asked.“It will. "She stopped right in front of me and with her fingernails digging in the back of my hand, hurting, she hissed, "Don't you ever, EVER mention my incredible blunder again. I have apologized. I cannot take it back. If you think my fingernails hurt, you have no idea what will hurt next if you mention it again!" Actually, I took you at your word. My ego made me believe that you told me the truth and wanted to come. I had to get over it, or I could not have brought you." A little hug would be. Thankfully, the pictures weren’t digital, so you sure that the photos you managed to nab off them were the only copies. After some afterschool detention (neither of them accompanied you though, considering they either didn’t know you took the pictures from them, or didn’t want to come clean to the principal that the reason you went ballistic was because they had some racy photos of your sis.) When the principal phones your house, he had been told to tell you were grounded and that they. “I mean, I feel bad that things have been weird between us ever since.”“Yeah,” I exhaled.“Are we okay?” she asked.“Well… yeah,” I answered. Despite my response, I really wasn’t sure.The room and the night seemed really silent. My room and Annie’s room are on different floors of the house. Her bedroom and our parents’ room is upstairs. My bedroom is sort of attached to the back of the house on the main floor. Our brother’s old room is upstairs also but my parents converted that into an office.