As we got down to it he was sitting on a chair next to the bed and as I was giving her long hard strokes (to the point I could hear my balls slapping ...gainst her pussy) I was looking at him not her. I positioned her in such a way that I would be facing her husband at all times, and I'm not going to lie I had so much fun with it. I smiled at him in such a cocky way and derived full pleasure from seeing his unease at the unfolding events. Having pre-agreed I would give her anal I felt so powerful. “I like to be on top,” she said as she wiggled over meand got up on her knees sitting on my thighs, theblanket draped on her back and shoulders. “Damn it’sbig,” she hissed.In the other bed the springs were making noise likechunk, chunk, chunk, a steady beat.I couldn’t see what she was doing but suddenly she hadmy prick in her grasp and she was licking its headand, I think, spitting on it. Then she rose up,wiggled forward and screwed my rod into her body.. ”I climbed up on the table with him and knelt between his legs. These were solidly built tables- I had full confidence that it would support both our weights.“Young ladies nowadays can't seem to appreciate a good thing when they see it,” I breathed. He didn't stop me as I got dangerously close to his member. I inhaled, drawing in the thick masculine aroma that went straight to my aching pussy.“Would you like me to help provide some relief? I know I'm your sister, but I can make the discomfort. “What kind of bet d’you have in mind?”“Oh, I’ll think of something. While you’re unconscious.”We hurried back to Wintersmith where I struggled to work out how to open the outer door with my new keys. Being ever so slightly more than a little tipsy didn’t help. In the end, Amanda snatched the keys from me and opened the door with practised ease—she had lived in this very hall the previous year after all.No sooner were we in my room, the door slamming shut behind us, than we were all over each.