” He was all ears. Nick looked his petite sister up and down, taking in her terry cloth bathrobe that hide everything he most admired ab...ut her, she even had on her ugly pink slippers. She was probably so afraid he would jump her bones that she had covered almost every inch of skin. “Yeah, and what’s that Morgan?” Her green eyes sparkled, actually sparkled as they looked up at him. “I won’t tell Mom and Dad what you look at if you answer one question for me. And. But he was insatiable tonight. It would take that and more to satisfy him.“Mmmm…_____.”The words and the rumble of his voice made her tingle in all of the right areas. He rarely used her full name, and she never allowed him enough air to speak her shortened one. He pressed another line of blazing kisses along her collarbone and she felt him draw back slightly, as if he were contemplating or unsure. A finger strayed between her breasts and was soon joined by four more before they charted a. ”“I’m not nungungi.”“Nungungi dad’s nungungi.”I had clearly lost the argument. I appealed to my hostess.“Not a chance,” she said. “Better give in graciously.”So I did. Underwear, shirts, pants, socks. It was a decent-sized bundle.Lunch was fried chops and bread. In the afternoon I tried to work out where the aborigine camp was. It was near the Oonagie Sandhill about 200 kilometres from the Station. I could see it taking three days to get there on foot. The Outback guide said just over nine. Which ones? The pink lace Tangas.So if I have all your panties, what are you wearing?New ones. Victoria's Secret Brazilian...and nothing else.I had to bite my pillow.We came hard together. She found she was as wild over the fact I was using her panties to jerk off with as I was to have them. The noises she made as I talked dirty to her pushed us both over the edge. Afterwords we fell to discussing where this all left us and to my shock finally she admitted there could be a chance we could do it.