I walked into the room hesitantly. "Come here, I said," she repeated alittle more forcefully than before. "Come sit next to your sister." I didas I wa... told. She put the flat iron down on her vanity and ran her handsdown my hair. "It always amazes me how your hair turned out different toboth your sisters! It is so straight, and shiny and so full of volume." Ihated hearing that, again and again. I think my sisters hated it too. Iwas staring at my sister next to me in the mirror and she was. Michelle’s arms are wrapped around Mike, her beautiful hair billowing around her in the breeze. Michelle’s pictures of her and Mike making out were really starting to get to me. I know that’s what she went to Seattle for, and what I had encouraged her to do, but she wasn’t making it easy on me. Seeing her with him in real life was a lot different than just fantasizing about them together. Especially, these pictures in public. As I mentioned before, Michelle and I never do anything more than a. He loved every minute of it. She moved her hand down between her legs once again and this time removed her thong, and spread her legs so he could get a proper view of her wet swollen pussy lips. Then she started to massage her own swollen clit the moisture seeping down on to her skirt, and leaving a small wet patch of love juice he could smell her pussy and it was driving him insane. She continued massaging as she felt the climax beginning to build in her, then it was on her and she. Here tits were so nice and it felt amazingly good to be rubbing my cock as I stared at her from the window. I was really close to shooting my load.I was so busy enamored with my mother’s tits I did not notice that my 12 year old sister was home. I hear her giggle behind me. I forgot I left my bedroom door open. She says, "I see what you're doing. I'm telling mother." She then races out of my room. I panic and yell, "I'm going to kill you." I stumble out of the chair and race to the door.