My sister was 17 and I was 18 at the time, she was slim and was very pretty. I walked into her room to grab a pair out of her washing basket, thinking...she'd stopped out at her mates, when all of a sudden I heard her moving in her bed and my heart went into my mouth. I thought she had awoken and caught me taking her knickers but she was still asleep.As I went into the basket, I was looking for a pair she had recently worn but all I found was a pair of knickers that were clean. My hard on was. We waited for two months and nothing happened. It was late February and time to move on. I couldn’t fathom why she was ignoring even the court’s letter, but I knew what I had to do next. Nicky, Gordon and I had a conference.I began things. “I have to serve a second petition, don’t I? This time in person by bailiff or solicitor. Obviously I can’t serve it myself and I’m not asking Gordon to go all that way. So I’ll have to pay a bailiff.”“There’s another problem Caleb,” said Nicky. “If she’s not. “I know, but in some countries, they have pancakes for breakfast. I figured we should try it. You like pancakes, don’t you?”“Well, yeah, but...”“Don’t worry. If your mom gives us trouble over it, I’ll make her spank my butt and not yours, deal?” I proposed, giving him a wink.Bram’s eyes went wide for a moment, before replying, “Okay, deal.”Now that we had settled that, I stuck my tongue out and I got a giggling and helpful partner in return. Us men would show that womenfolk what we could do in. You keep this rhythm up till I'm so caught between pain and pleasure I can't think of anything but cumming. I try to beg, to scream, to plead, but it all comes out as a muffled blubber behind the gag. I can feel you smiling at my wriggling, squirming body as I pull against the restraints and thrust around. You finally take pity on me, crawling between my legs to lick up the juices that have spilt, then moving to lick and nip and bite my pussy lips, before shoving your tongue into me, licking.