” Kristina’s mind began to race. It wasn’t so much that she was curious about their destination, but just having joked about the tying-up sudden...y made her feel pangs of desire again. “What is it with this guy?” she thought.“We’re going to make a quick stop in town,” said Julien, “it’s market day, it’ll be fun.” Julien was driving his old beat-up Citroën 2CV on the winding roads of Vaucluse like the proverbial mad French driver. That is, given that the 2CV was only capable of reaching 60mph. ” “Two?” I asked, confused. She placed a hand gently on my cheek. “Yours and his,” she said smiling sweetly. “What about you?” “Me? Oh, I’m going to love being loved by the two of you.” “So, Kevin,” I said into the phone the following morning, calling him from my office. “You still have the hots for Tracy?” “You’re an idiot, my older brother,” he stated. “Why?” “You don’t know what you’ve got, moron.” “I do,” I protested. “And, if you’re on your best behavior, you could have some, too.” “What. My wife, Sharon, and I had chaperoned many of her school functions and as Jan grew older we developed a big brother little sister relationship. I was her confidant through her first crush, her first date, a plethora of boyfriends and the first time she had sex. When Sharon and I had our first child, Jan was our babysitter. She was a cute teenager whose personality won over everyone she came into contact with. In spite of the nature of our relationship and fifteen year age difference, her hot. Even though I wasn’t touching them directly her tits felt very soft. They weren’t big but for me, especially since it was my first time, it wasn’t much of a problem. After several touches I tried to take off her bra but it was a bit too hard for me, even more since she still had her shirt on. She helped me with that and now I focused on her nipples. I started to gently squeeze them making each touch slightly stronger. When I felt that they got hard, I’ve decided to take off her shirt. Now I.