This just sounded all to familiar, I knew what she was up to. I opened my door carefully and tip-toed down the hall a bit to peek into the laundry, su...e enough my mom was there throwing the towels in the wash with my clothes left to the side. After getting the washing on she peeled my panties out of my pants and stood there stunned. I knew there was a massive amount of wetness in my panties, still fresh from my orgasm earlier that night.. I could see it from where I was standing. My mom. ‘You know what that means: technically, you could –’ ‘Okay, this conversation ends NOW,’ Shaun told them, with finality. ‘I’m not interested in fucking my sister.’ Jarrod frowned. ‘Why not?’ he asked. Shaun frowned right back at him. ‘Because she’s my sister. My SISTER. Get it? Foster sister or not, she’s my sister, I love her like my sister and she loves me like her brother – so fucking each other would be as wrong as you fucking your own sister.’ ‘I don’t have a sister,’ Jarrod told him.. I opted to study at a Canadian school when my sophomore year at Emerson College in Boston went to hell. Suffice to say leaving town seemed like a good idea at the time. Scandal is never a good thing. Ottawa is quite different from the kind of metropolis I’m used to but with time, I believe you can get used to anything. Even pain. A while ago, I met this tall, beautiful young woman named Parvati Singh. A native of the Punjab region of India, she’s a civil engineering student at Carleton. “Don’t be daft! I know the doorman...Or rather I will do in a minute!” Lily said with a cheeky wink. I watched as she walked towards the front of the line, her slinky white dress riding further and further up her tanned legs. The lace of Lily’s thong was starting to irritate my pussy as I became more turned on, and I contemplated taking it off inside the toilets of the club. “Come on, Emma! We’re in!” The sound of Lily’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, and I caught up to her just as she was.