Tears were streaming down her face as she sobbed apology after apology at me. "It was just a joke, baby. Nothing happened!" became her mantra.I noted ...hat Roger was unconscious now, so I dropped him like the sack of shit he was. He was still breathing, so I knew I hadn't killed him ... yet. I was admittedly still debating whether or not to do so."Give me your cellphone. I need to call 911, and you're crying too much to be coherent." I said it in a calmer tone of voice, and held out my hand to. Beth and I still went to her bedroom when mom wasn’t home and masturbated but the covers, more often than not, slipped down and we would watch each other. I think Sis let the covers slide down more for my enjoyment than hers. But she still enjoyed getting her back washed. Yes, Sis is still gay and I am fine with that. Even if she was not gay I could not see myself going any further sexually with my sister. That’s what I always told myself anyway.Sometimes Beth would bring home one of her. Almost as soon as we were in the room, he dropped is pants freeing his nice sized chubby. I sat on the edge of the bed waiting for him to show off my sucking skills. Within moments his precum leaking cock was in my mouth and my hand was gently massaging is hairy balls. As he pumped my face, I sucked and stroked trying to help relieve his built-up pressure. I loved hearing him moan and give his “fuck yeah” between the slurps and licks, and when I raised his cock and licked his balls, he let out. I glanced at her son who was fast asleep, gathered all my courage, walked toward the bathroom. I got inside and she was standing near the shower, facing me removing her blouse. i couldn’t take off my eyes from what I saw. After her blouse removed, her bra couldn’t fit nearly 25% of her boobs.Suddenly she lifted her face and saw me starring her and she did not react. My cowardliness made me say, that her son was fast asleep. She said ok good and left her blouse on the hook, and looking me was.