“When Aunt Flora and I used to come here I would always get a hot-fudge sundae and Aunt Flora would have a butterscotch sundae,” Roxie said.Cal sh...ugged his shoulders.“Let’s do that, then; a hot-fudge for you and a butterscotch for me.”Cal felt Roxie back away from him. He couldn’t understand why. He turned his head to look at her. She reminded him of a frightened cat with its back arched in defense.“No, Cal, we can’t do that,” she said. “Please don’t make me do that.”“What do mean, Roxie?”“I. I'm supposed to protect her..."I eyed him warily, almost considering slapping his hand away, then I remembered that my conversation with his baby sister had ended with me asking if she was on the pill, and despite myself I did feel a flush of guilt meet my flush of near-asphyxiation. Begrudgingly I extended my hand. My heated glare locking on to his now serene coal black eyes. Slowly we shook hands as the elevator dinged open."If you had a little sister you would react the same way right?". Maureen licked her lips as she stared at my cock in her right hand. She smiled across at her sister before noisily spitting on my throbbing cock and cupping my balls in her large left hand. The younger sister continued wanking me for a moment before opening her mouth and placing about half of my eight inches inside her warm mouth. I gasped at the feeling, but felt myself being grabbed by Doreen, who kissed me hard on the mouth, pushing her tongue inside. I responded, our tongues touching as, at. Later I worked up the courage to invite her for lunch. Every moment of contact we both knew that something special was going on. There was a special chemistry. We knew that we would be lovers. She knew about my family. And I was struggling with some guilt about pursuing things. But we both knew that we would find a way. It was reckless and forbidden and dangerous. And beautiful. She understood me so perfectly. We met one morning at her apartment. I had taken the day off work. I brought her a.