I started moaning. Slowly she closed my mouth with her hand and said not to moan she gave me handjob for 15 minutes. I cummed on her hand she smelled ...t and said “your smell is good”. She got very excited by seeing my 8inches dick I asked her “can I touch your boobs?” she replied “I want a fuck tomorrow then I am yours”. By saying this she went I am waiting with very excitement to fuck her. On that day I cleaned my room and kept very clean and applied some fragrance for a pleasant atmosphere. I. "But why the dirty ones?" "I dunno." I replied sheepishly. "I suppose it's 'cause I like how they smell." "EWWWWW gross! You sniff them? Why?!" "Well, um, it's because they smell like you like your pussy." I explained. "Are you totally out of your mind? I'm your sister you weirdo!" "I'm sorry, but the scent of your pussy and the feel of your panties... just the thought of that delicate material pressed against you... it just turns me on. I can't help it." With that I noticed her eyes glance at. What the fuck am I doing? I'm going back to bed.Before she turned for the bed, she noticed the picture that had turned over on Lindsey's dresser and picked it up. It was the one taken the last time she and the girls went to Miami. All three in bikinis. The two daughters nearly enough alike to be twins. Mom enough like the daughters to be mistaken for a slightly older sister. All three right at five feet three inches tall. Lindsey was the skinny one. She only weighed around 115, and that was. Young adults, perhaps a bit too loud from youth and beer, roamed the boardwalk in packs with a certain bravado. Most were smiling and laughing as they walked hand in hand or with their girlfriends on their arm. The guys exhibited a well-rehearsed swagger as they displayed their girlfriends proudly for all to see. I could relate. They seemed to be talking my language. As I strolled the boardwalk with Kate, I noticed other guys casting admiring glances her way. Sometimes they would turn around to.