Tiffany wasn't in a very Christmassy mood this year. She'd had plans to take off the 26th and go skiing for a week. Of course, the real plan included ...rinking, pot and nonstop sex with as many guys as she could entice into her bed. And if there was one thing my sister was an expert at, it was enticing.Tiff wasn't going on the ski trip. Just like at Halloween, her stupidity had caused her to be grounded. It wasn't grades this time, it was panties or lack thereof. Or at least, that's what started. .... she just starred at me then slowly reached across andbegan to untie my bonds, "take a shower and I'll sort you some clothesout" I am home I've plenty of clothes" I said not comprehending her. That'swhen she placed her hand on the fake breast and pulled slightly draggingthe skin underneath, I yelped "they appear to be growing on you and lessyou have some size 40 inch tops in the wardrobe they ain't fitting underanything you have hun"She got up and left the bedroom, allowing me some privacy. It was little uncomfortable in the bus but we proceeded. I first her upper lip then the lower lip. She inserted her tongue inside my mouth. We kissing madly. I kept my hands on her boobs and pressed them. She soon pulled her t-shirt up and guided my hands on her boobs and removed her bra. I kept my hands on her bare boobs. I loved it. I slowly pressed her right boobs and started kissing her neck. She was going crazy. She kept her hands around my neck and was pulling me towards her. I then. She reminded me so much of Celeste Desmond, Franklin's wife, that the thought of shagging her never came into my mind —well, of course it did, but I quickly kicked the notion into touch. It would be tantamount to using Izzy as a Celeste substitute, and to my mind that would be betraying my friend Franklin. It seems I have a twisted concept of honour and loyalty.After the function I dropped the girls off at their various flats around west London, and by chance Izzy, who lived in Hammersmith, was.