My buddy Phil called on Sunday and wanted me to go to the movies with him and his sister, Janice. I went, reluctantly because I wanted to be home when...my sister got back.The movie was a bore and Phil and Janice didn't add to my mood. Phil wanted me to "get to know" his sister. She was just like he was; loud and clowning around. She looked just like Phil too; skinny with red hair and freckles. She even wore jeans and the same leather jacket as he did but she had a sexy ass and cute little tittie. She stood admiring herself in the mirror again – it was becoming a daily ritual now. She loved looking at her innocent refection. She felt herself dripping with excitement onto her thighs. She gently wiped away her juices with her towel. She let out a soft moan, it felt wonderful! She put the toilet seat down, folded the towel up and placed it on top. Claire slowly lowered herself onto the thick, warm material. Gently, she rubbed herself against the fluffy pink towel. She moaned again. She. I thought gleefully. She stood in front of me. She was beautiful, with sumptuous, long, luxurious red hair, only slightly mussed and cascading over her shoulders. Her blouse had vanished and she had removed her bra. Her breasts were simply stunning - perfect round full orbs, with nipples that were almost...artistic. She was still wearing her skirt. She reached behind her and slowly unzipped it, then slowly tugged it over her hips. From there it fell to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt. My aunt was really hot. She was a perfect belle even after giving birth to two kids. She was a very nice person and our talks are usually kind of hi/bye type. I was friends with their son (he was just a kid) he used to play cricket with me I used to teach him how to play and spend some time with him. On one such day when we were playing in the verandah he hit the ball inside his home and when I asked him to bring it he pestered me to go bring it I went in and called out for my aunt. My aunt.