I turned the vibrator up another notch and put it just above my clit. I would keep it close for a minute or two, then put it directly on my little but...on. John’s cock had already become hard. He stroked it lackadaisically.“His name is Benjamin,” I said. “Ben. He sounds like a nice guy.”John just grunted.“I think I’ll suck him off first,” I said. “Jack his cock into my mouth. Fondle his balls. I’m not sure how big he is, I might not be able to take all of him in my mouth. But I can lick him. She too waited for these accidents. Days and months passed remaining ourselves outwardly sister and brother but inwardly lovers. I masturbated fantasizing our lovemaking. One afternoon I found her sleeping in parents room. Mother was downstairs and father as well as brother were out. I sneaked into the room. Sat beside her on the bed. I was not able to take my eyes away from her breasts. Gazing at them I lost my control. I slightly touched her breast. She did not wake up. So I touched again. No. I smiled as I took my first sip. My husband always leaves it ready with cream and sugar just the way I like it. This morning he had added a splash of rum, perfect for a cold autumn day. Taking my coffee with me I headed over to my laptop. Maybe I could cyber for a bit. I logged onto Lush and sighed again, no joy. Not one single one of my friends was online. I idly stroked my wet pussy as I clicked through a few of the stories in my queue until I found one that had my full attention. As the. I patted her back and said, “You seem to have made a choice. You love Ali and now I know that he fucked you many times before today. Did he or did he not? Say yes, or no!”Arpi nodded her pretty head to admit that she was fucked by Ali several times earlier too.“And you decided not to tell me about it?” I asked. Arpi nodded her pretty head again.“Which means: you love him and want to keep getting fucked by him again and again. Is that right?” I asked her in anger and was horrified to see her nod.