Nobody else was in the changing room. The mall was closing in half an hour and it was a weeknight. I locked the door and hung the dress up without to...ching it. I pushed her against the back and wall and kissed her again. She just went with it.My tongue slid between her parted lips. Her skirt was loose and easy to push it. She was so damp I could feel her through her tights. I rubbed her pussy. She moaned loudly and I had to shush her. My cock was rock hard in my panties.When she started. The bra was the kind that women with mastectomies wear. She was definitely ‘Mommy no tits.’ I had only seen little five-year-old girls that were that flat chested. But Mom had great nipples. They were fat and long. Her areolas were the size of the old silver dollars in Dad’s coin collection. Her nipples were as big around as my little finger and almost three-quarters of an inch long. They were very hard too. I liked the dark color of her nipples and areolas.After I had looked at them for a. That only contributed to my own growth.When the story was finished I went back to the main page. We scrolled down the page when my sister said, “Here, read this on, it’s one ofmy favorites.”I looked at the story. It was about a brother and sister having sex on a trip together.I swallowed hard. This was one of my sister’s favorite stories? Incest?I opened the story and started to read. My dick was growing to full strength and starting to ache. As I read, I could see my sister’s handmove. Then, as he turned to go in the bathroom door she saw it. The front of his jeans was bulging out. He had a hard-on!Her head swam. Was it because of her? Was it because she had said they needed to kiss? She felt her nipples flood with heat and realized her pussy was getting damp. What was he doing in the bathroom? She felt even more heat in her loins as she fantasized that he was in there jerking off.Silently she rose and tip-toed to the door. What was that sound? A moan?The farm house was old..