It ended after 5-10 minutes and then a started biting her ears and then came down to her neck and slowly coming down a kissed your boobs over her nigh...y further came down to her navel then over to pussy area and coming down to her toes and slowly.I started my upward journey but this time lifting her nighty up. She had nice legs with our single hair on it. I lifted her nighty up to the knees and was kissing her legs and then went to her panty and kissed her pussy over her panty. It was already. " Yes you are. John made love to you, didn't he?" NO! Of course not! How could you even suggest it?" Because that's when you changed. The night we played that game and you teased us and I sent John down to teach you that teasing like you did can be dangerous." I don't know what you mean, Barb. What night?" The girl's belly churned with apprehension. Had her sister sent John to her that night? The night he raped her? She didn't know what to say."You know the night I mean. And ever since then. The rest of the day was uneventful. That night, I had a hard time getting to sleep. Partially due to the nap I had taken and partially because I needed a release. I finally realized I wasn’t going to sleep and was just going to lay there. Within a few minutes I heard a gentle rustle from Rachel’s bed. The rustle grew into a steady sound. The sound a hand or arm makes moving in a repetitive motion against sheets. Suddenly there was a muffled moan and I knew my sister was playing with her pussy.. "Oh...that feels so good..." she breathed. "Uh-huh," I agreed. We stood there in each others arms, the sexuality of the moment inescapable. Somehow, with neither of us saying anything, we found ourselves sitting down on the bed. Mom gave me a small kiss on the lips. Then she was laying back onto the comforter. My hand was gliding over her left tit, touching her rosy nipple. I felt her hand taking hold of my erection, her fingers curling around the upright shaft, squeezing its stiffness. She.