I brought it up to my face so I could see how wet I was. My thong was so soaked that you could see the moisture in it.I was so turned on that I licked...my own thong, tasting my own sweet pussy juices on it. I loved the ideal that someone might have just seen me do that.I then stopped what I was doing cause I seen a Farmington Police officer walk into the library. As soon as he was gone I hiked up my skirt a couple inches to make it easier to get to my now soaking wet pussy. As I did this I. I reached behind her and unzipped it, and then started pulling it down. In such close quarters, I could hardly help but to feel her up a little. My boner sprang up instantly.“Excited, big brother?” asked my sister as she felt my cock against her body. Her dress was now all the way off.“Maybe a little,” I told her weakly.As I unsnapped her bra and panties and pulled them off, she began to rub her body vertically against mine. “Oh, shit,” I groaned.“Oh, big bro,” she said, licking my face. “In this case, though, the shortsighted pull away from Braavos and toward Volantis and the other slave-holding cities, well, it struck me as myopic, reckless, and quite irresponsible. We have houses and families to consider here. We have money and other assets that we all wish to keep, don’t we? We don’t all wish to pick the losing side in this upcoming war, and I’m not blind as to the fact that it’s coming.“It won’t be right away, but it will happen ... and sooner than any of us care for it.. Fortunately, Bennie would often be home for weekends, and it was always a delight to see him at the pub, when he wasn’t partying.One Sunday evening at around eight p.m, as I was passing the pub on my way back home, I was surprised to see Bennie standing at the door of the pub. Bennie informed me that he was only returning to work early the following morning, and invited me in for a drink. I had not visited the pub earlier on as usual, because Naomi, Bennie’s mom, had mentioned that she would be.