Without hesitation, I leant forward and licked it.Stacy jerked. "Jack!"I ignored her and began to lick across her asshole with firmer, dragging sweeps...of my tongue.Her initial shock that I would do something like that was blown away by the thrills it generated."I can't believe your doing that!" she gasped, panting. "That is so dirrrty!" Dirty? A brother licking his little sister's asshole? You mean it's not something everybody does?" I teased.She closed her eyes, softly repeating my words, "A. Why don't you change?" I don't have any clothes left mother," I said.To that my mother just went inside my sister's room and got her kurta(that she was wearing yesterday) and asked me to put it on.The indian culture is very male chauvinist and I was raised in thatculture. Ever since my childhood, at my schools, in my classes, I wasused to thinking of women not exactly in a demeaning way but somewhatlesser than us men. So when I saw the kurta, my instant reply was a no!obviously I was not going. However, this delightful, petite blonde appeared at my door, saying she was desperate for accommodation in the area and asking if I would consider allowing her to take the room.I could feel my cock twitching as I looked into her wide, baby-blue eyes. My gaze traveled slowly down to the just-tight-enough sweater molded to two of the roundest, firmest breast I have ever seen, topped with hard rosebud nipples which threatened to burst through the material any second. I dragged my eyes reluctantly. He pulled back and looked at me. “Undo the buttons of your shirt Tara”. I hesitated “oh, Mr Tanner, I don’t know”. “Let me undo the first one for you. I’ll stop if you want me to” He undid the first button and stopped for a second, then undid the second, and third. He opened my shirt. I was wearing a beige bra, not fancy or remotely sexy. I had fairly large breasts and needed the support of a good bra. “Oh Tara, you have beautiful breasts, you should not hide them underneath such a big shirt.