"She smiled and wrapped one arm around my neck and ran her other hand over my rock hard thick cock and said " I see that." She kissed me as she starte... to unbutton my jeans. She dropped down to her knees and pulled down my jeans. Awn stood in the corner awestruck at what was going on. Betty looked and at her and smiled and said " Come on over her you need to see his cock." I watched Awn slowly walk over to us. She was still wearing her tight black polo shirt and mid-thigh high white kaki skirt.. I saw that Bhavya was browsing some porn websites and was reading something. After some time, I could make out that she was reading www.indiansexstories2.net and in fact a story written by me few months back “My Brother’s Bride”. I could see the sexual urge and tension on her face. Her lips were locked tightly. She had slid herself on the chair pushing her body under the table. She had her pajama knot open and had her left hand inside the pajama, allowing her to finger herself better. I could. "I heard my Dad kind of gulp, then he said "But, umm, you've really grown up, now." Okay, all finished," she said. "Here, shithead, spread these out behind you." And she tossed me her jeans, shirt and (gulp) bra. I could only see the windbreaker from here, but Dad must have been able to see her panties.Now, I hadn't thought about my sister naked before, but the image was definitely coming to mind now, and I realized it would have been a very exciting thing. I imagined her 18-year-old body,. I was forced to suck him and rim his arse, he presented his feet to me and I licked them clean, in between each toe as he requested, all the while being cruelly jolted at his whim. He moved away and returned with a drink and food for himself, continuing with the torture while I was forced to hold objects such as his glass or pieces of fruit in my mouth until he was ready for them. Not once did I slip, I obeyed his every request while he tortured me. He even kissed me passionately, using the.