Then, just to push the envelope a bit further, Cheri let her tongue out again, still lightly against Sherry's ear, whispering sweet nothings "Pretty G...rl",and "My beautiful sister" She heard Sherry's breath hoarsening, and then a soft reply "It's not a kiss unless its on the lips.", and those soft lips were only a fraction of a space from hers, her sister's eyes were half closed and looking up at her. With such a bold invitation, Cheri could only reply "Then I guess we'll have to do something. Which sprays some more fresh sexy smelling pussy juice at her big black bush.Susanne later learns from me, that at least one neighbour, who also has an apartment with a garden, not far from hers, did indeed hear her moaning and coming at my command. Only recently, I ran again into him, after he disappeared from the neighbourhood, seemingly for good. We do not know each others very well. Only both remember, we are Peters, by passport. But with different names back than, by our mutual friend 'Dr.. She filled me in on her background. Basically she was just visiting her friends while on summer break from her teaching course. I enquired how come that she was in the pub on her own? She explained that she had come down with her friends but they had to leave urgently. So after finishing her drink & going to the toilet she was just going for a meander around the town. Then she recognised me & thought she would come over enquire about her cake & say thanks.By then we had both finished our. Oh Paul, isn't it great that we really are brother and sister, now!" she said, smiling up at him from the floor and raising a shapely leg in the air for him to tug on her boots."Yeah," Paul agreed, "I guess it is." He wasn't sure how great it was being in love with his own sister; it was bad enough when she was just his cousin, but he supposed it didn't matter, as long as they were together.They walked downstairs to the kitchen where Jean was frying bacon. She gave them a big smile and paused.