There, framed in the doorway of the spare room was Loretta, looking as though she had just taken part in Paris Fashion week. For a second I wanted to ...sk her, "Just how much money did your parents send you?" But I kept my mouth shut, marveling instead at the vision before me. If, in the course of telling this story, I've said several times that Loretta was beautiful, well, for every one of those times, it has crossed my mind ten times since I first set eyes on her."Well what do you think?"I. Simply put, my sister is a FOX. A fucking harridan in training, a superbitch, but a fox.Ever since I began to beat off, she’s prominently featured in my fantasies. Fantasies that’ve only intensified... Besides my recent mental visions of suck-offs, I’ve forever been having a recurring romp, in my mind, of me and my sister in the shower, me standing behind her, plowing into her forbidden pussy, my pelvis clapping at her sculpted, athletic ass, me cupping her bulging tits, our wet bodies in. I always thought you were just trying to get me in bed and it almost worked ;) i love when you come over cause the way you look at me it makes me feel sexy again (=. when you rub up all over my big ass and DD tits i want so bad for you to rip my clothes off and take me, my son (my friend) has asked me about you always touching me and checking me out and i just tell him i have that affect on men ;) i love when you grab at my boobs it makes my nipples hard.when its just me and you in my house. That wasn't something you'd say no to, was it? You entered the flat, it was lit only by a single lamp. You couldn't see me anywhere, but you could hear the shower running. You walked towards the bathroom door and opened it slowly. The entire place was full of steam; you could barely see anything. You heard me open the shower door and say almost mockingly 'are you waiting for a special invitation??'.You thought 'oh, you little annoyingly irresistible devil'. We both waited so long for this. To.