At this point I was shaking. Right in front of my face was my sisters freshly shaved pussy. She was already so wet she was starting to dribble the tin...est bit of clear fluid. I guess I’m not the only one who benefited from her earlier handjob. Her soft pink lips already looked swollen and excited with anticipation. They were already partly spread open and I could see the very beginnings of her wet velvet folds on the inside. At the top of her vagina her clit was already sticking out just enough. " “No problem. Anytime,” I replied in a willing tone. The rest of the afternoon all I could think about was Sarah and how incredible her skin felt against my fingers. Especially her rock hard nipple that she pressed tight against my hand. Too bad she was my wife's sister. Later that evening they all decided to go back to the beach and build a fire. They wanted to make s'mores. I wasn’t really excited about that but I went along. The air was quite a lot colder than I had thought it would be.. She prepared delicious hyderabadi chicken biryani for all of us. At the dinner table when all of us were enjoying delicious biryani ,she kept a proposal of going to Huj. Abba loved the idea but was worried about the restaurant to which I said “I will stay back and look after it. Ammi, as usual being Ammi was worried about my food and all to which Khala extended her support of staying back too. So everything got decided and Abba booked tickets for him, Ammi and my sister. Tickets were for date. She also bagged more than a fair share of the sweet multi-million dollar estate listings. The busywork made the morning pass quickly, and Denise’s stomach reminded her that she’d skipped breakfast. She tidied her desk, signed off her computer, and retrieved her purse from the bottom desk drawer, intending to grab a soup-and-salad special in the building’s basement cafeteria. ‘You look nice today,’ a dulcet voice called from the doorway accompanied by a light one-knuckle knock. Even Jacquí’s.