Inside theroom was decorated all in pink, even the towels were pink. He steppedinto the shower cubicle and turned on the water. He spotted the bottleo... shower gel and unscrewed the top. Immediately he could smell thestrong floral scent of the gel. He checked around for another bottle butthis was the only one that he could see. Reluctantly he began to applythe gel all over his body and wash himself thoroughly. Aware ofDeborah's instruction to hurry up he worked quickly to clean his bodyand then. Here we go…”Hold that elevator!”The doors were just beginning to slide shut when I heard the sound of fast-moving high heels on the lobby’s marble floor, and a breathless female voice calling out to me to hold the doors. I reached down and jammed my thumb on the ‘open doors’ button, just in time to prevent them from closing. As they jerked back open again, the woman stumbled into the elevator with me:”Thanks!” she said, ” I thought I was going to break my ankle running in these heels!”She was. I sucked back at Mom’s tongue, tasting the saltiness of her saliva with each dive of my tongue across hers. Breaking our lip lock, my mouth once more found it’s way to her long and tender neck, kissing here and there, small minute pecks, as my hands slid down her hips, into the shorts she was wearing, to cup her naked ass cheeks. As I sucked at her throat, her hands slid into my hair, holding my face against her throat, a guttural moan escaping her ruby red lips. I nipped playfully at her. His babbling about mom, his embrace, his immense erection and the huge load that he must have shot into his shorts during that night confused me. When he came back that evening he saw the dried boxer shorts on his chair. “Thanks, sis.” “Why do you make me switch on the machine just for one pair of pajama shorts?” I inquired. He sounded a bit sheepish when he said “Well, they are my favorite ones!” Our routine was the same that evening. Dinner, bath, he swallowed his pill, and went to bed. I.