The long bushy hairs on her mons caught her attention again, but her trimmer and razor were in the master bathroom.She stepped into the tub and pulled...down the shower head from its holder. She let the water run until it was warm, then turned the head to pulse. With one hand on the wall, she directed the stream of warm pulsing water into her mons. Standing with her feet apart, she squatted slightly, opening her mouth and breathing more quickly as the sensation tingled out along her arms and. "Fucked over by a bunch of trannies," Steven growled."Well it was good while it lasted." Wayne grinned, pragmatic about itall."That fucking conniving bitch Charlotte! I'll get my own back you'llsee." Steven kicked a stone out of way as he made his way up the pathleading from the cottage to the college."Ok ladies. Let the party begin." Wendy brought out a bottle ofchampagne she had hidden away in one of the cupboards."Thank fuck for that. I'm so glad to be out of that wardrobe. It. "Mmmmm."Tiffany, her heart skipping beats, peered out, saw Dave behind the counter waiting on a customer. She inched out into view, checking to see if anyone else could see. She sighed, waved, and tried to get Dave's attention.Dave looked up after giving the customer her change. His eyes popped. He saw Tiffany standing there, naked, wearing only a smile. He blinked, not believing it. Then she was gone."He saw me," Tiffany gasped, hiding again. She giggled. "I'm having a ball." I can see that,". The only force rushing through his body right now was compelling him to stay riveted where he was. He had never even considered his sister in any remotely sexual way before. Who would think of their sister like that? But now, watching the little brunette, the curve of her small, tight breasts, down to her flat stomach, the slight flair of her hips, the closely cropped thatch of dark hair at the delta of her legs. Brenda was every inch a desirable young woman, whether she was his sister or not..