His mother knew about him and his sister, he realized.Jamie headed downstairs where he heard Sarah’s music blasting.He opened the door to the laundr... room and stopped.His little sister, his nineteen-year-old baby-faced sister, stood by the washing machine. She was barefoot on the dirty tiled floor. She had black leggings that hugged her calves, her thighs, and her sweet round butt, shaking and jiggling to the pop music blasting from the small speaker. Her shirt was cropped enough to reveal her. She opened one eye slightly and the light entered it as well.She was alone. Suzy-Q had left at some point in the night. Helen checked her phone and found two messages. The first was from LeGrasse, saying that they’d tracked down the motel that Dietz evacuated and were questioning the manager. The second was from Susan, who had apparently gotten everything back from Suzy-Q and told Helen what a lovely night she’d had. She smiled and went to get ready for the day.As she sat in the bath, missing. I heard soft music playing and was really impressed until I saw the best part of all. Standing by my bed was Jill dressed in a diaphanous teddy looking like a goddess of sensuality. She had her gorgeous blonde hair down flowing over her shoulders like an iridescent waterfall. Her seductive blue eyes shone like twin beacons beckoning me to her. Her smile was one of those which could brighten up the darkest of rooms. I call it a thousand watt smile which not only brightens the room but radiates. We laughed. Take off your top I said. And she did, revealing her pert B cups and letting them move freely. I cupped a boob and massaged it as I leaned down to kiss her deep. She was into it and we tongued each other for a few minutes. I stood behind her and leaned over her. I ran my hands down to her skirt and lifted it up. I pulled her underwear down to half crack and massaged her pussy from the front. I scooped a bunch of spit out of my mouth, tasting her pussy flavor and returned to her.