The sick urgethat never left me for long, it was passed on to him. I didn't how ithappened. I had hidden it for so long, could he have picked up on it...Was it genetic? Are we prone to this aberration?I started to pace as I tried to figure out a way to put a stop to it. Iwas desperately searching my mind for a way to make sure that he'd neverdressed again. It's not acceptable. I knew it wasn't. I had learned thatlesson decades earlier.Dressing in skirts was for girls and sissy queers. I was. I was froze to see my sexy sister coming out of the bathroom wearing a nighty. I had my dick very hard. I suddenly hid at the backside of the door and started watching her swaying huge Ass. She did not notice me.She left to her room. I went into the bathroom. I found her new clothes hanging there. I came to know that she forgot to take the towel while coming to bath and now she had gone there to take the towel.I got the evil idea. I kept the door unlocked. I took out my hard dick out of my. “So intoxicating,” she murmured and pulled the thong off. “That’s a nice bush, Cass,” Savannah said and ran her fingers through the dark and long pubic hair above her pussy. “Ready for the best orgasm you ever had Cass?” A moan was her confirmation. Savannah ran a finger through Cassie’s slit soaking it in her cum. Taking that finger Savannah put it in her mouth sucking on it, enjoying every drop of Cassie. “My god, you taste so good,” she moaned and brought her mouth directly to the source.. The voice was soft and feminine, but I could sense something else in her voice also. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry” What else could I say? She stepped closer and my cock began to throb even harder. I had never felt harder!In that soft, erotic tone she asking why I just didn’t do that (masturbate) at home? In a moment of bravery, or clarity, genius or maybe just pure luck, I said, “Because you are so beautiful.” Without saying a word, she stepped closer to me. I stopped breathing, stopped moving, all I.