“Better not be.” He turned to leave her room.I scurried as fast and as silently as I could down the hall and into the kitchen, hoping to hell he d...dn’t see me. I stood there my heart pounding in my chest for what felt like three hours before I finally decided to move again. I had seen Mr. Ives leave long ago, but I was wary of my sister. She can have a temper nearly as bad as dad did, and she definitely had no problems with hitting. I crept down the hall to my own room, trying to be casual. My. After a couple of minutes she was sucking on my now fully hard cock, her lipstick glistening along the length of my shaft, for several minutes she then sucked on me, teasing my cock head with her tongue and running it in quick fleeting motions over my piss slit. All i could do was lay back and run my hands through her long hair and hold her head as she pleasured me almost to the point of cumming.after a while she knelt up in front of me and as i moved to the edge of the sofa i reached out and. I ran my finger over my swollen clit and felt my body quiver.I began to make tight circles around my clit,making sure to tease my opening with my middle finger,I moaned again hearing his smooth voice in my head telling me he wanted to hear me cum.I quickened the pace of my fingers,changing between rubbing my clit and slipping my middle finger into my cunt and squeezing against it.My breathing began to quicken and my moans came more often,almost with every breath.I felt the familiar stirring. He liked romance, even tear jerkers, but not painfully dragging ones. The only thing worse would be watching nothing but TV commercials for two hours running.So he began to scan the near vicinity for interesting minds to explore.A narrow trail of thought wandering the neighborhood almost escaped his attention. Not really thought, but in the spectrum he saw the symbols in. It was narrow and straight, a bright beam of thought energy. But Bob couldn't sense any symbols within the path, rather.