We had nice conversation in between drinking. It felt inevitable that it was just question of when, not if, we were going to kiss. Eventually I finish...d my drink and put the glass down and said to her, "Can you do me a favor?" What?" she responded.I put my hand on her barely covered little breast, subtly rubbing her barely covered nipple with my finger. "Can you let me suck on this?"As soon as she opened her mouth to respond, I put my lips firmly against hers. I moved my hand from her breast to. “Hey, Steve,” my friend Bob said. He was a computer science teacher, a cowboy hat perched on his head. “I hear you’re going to be mayor.”I nodded to Bob. “Looks like it.” I still didn’t know why. “Don’t tell me you voted for me?”“Well, I figure you couldn’t be worse than the last idiot,” he said, hooking his thumbs through his belt loops.I flushed. While I didn’t like Mayor Wright, I edited him too much. He tried to raise property tax by an insane amount to pay for the social programs I wanted. That was my intent for the night and hopefully I'd have a little help from her sister Francine.As Fiona settled on my cock, I sat up from where I was lying so that I could wrap my arms about Fiona and kiss her. While I did that, Francine piled up our spare sleeping bags and pillows behind me to help prop me up for easier access to her sister's tits. Then she climbed behind me as well as an added bonus, placing a leg on either side of me. Once in place, I reclined backwards. Francine welcomed me. Then nearly every night when my wife and I got home we would find her lying on the couch with the TV on. Sometimes awake other times asleep but she always had something on that caught my eye. Most of the time it was an oversized button down pajama shirt and a pair of tight shorts. On the really good nights it was a longer pajama shirt or a t-shirt that just barely covered her thighs and not much else. But now here she was a few years later. Twenty years old about 5 foot 4 inches tall.