I'll admit it; it's hard being a sexually-frustrated eighteen year old boy when you have a hot sister living with you. Whenever I would jerk off, I wo...ld find emma intruding upon my fantasies. Again and again I would imagine her stripping in front of me, or what those gorgeous tits looked like when they were freed from her bra. It got to the point where I wouldn't even fight it anymore and masturbate to the thought of fucking my older sister. I would feel guilty, yeah, but it wouldn't stop me. I handspanked him enough to redden his cheeks. His cock softened, despite my squeezing it with my legs. In any event, he merely grunted at some of the slaps, and didn't use either of his safe words.After spanking him for a while, I had him go to the bathroom to inspect his own red ass in the mirror. I complimented him on accepting it so well, and ran my hand over his smooth warm cheeks. He really had smooth skin that was a pleasure to touch. I spanked him a few times while he watched in the. If only I could morph the two women together as one or if only the three of us could live together sexually, my life would be complete. Unfortunately, the three of us living together sexually was as much of a fantasy as Christine wanting to have sex with me. Not nearly perverted and as horny as I was, I knew she never would.Hoping to see something that I shouldn't see, a flash of her panty in an up skirt or a down blouse view of her bra, I always made sure that I sat across from her or stood. The latch on the window had refused to yield to her efforts to unfasten it.Prisoner. She was a prisoner in a hotel room, ten floors off the ground, sentenced to die a slow death by melting.The exertion of yanking at the stubborn window unleashed a lone bead of sweat from the rear of her jaw. A bead that trickled down her neck, collecting with several more, that were forming in the hollow at her throat. Once more, she gave up."Fuck," she muttered under her breath, resting her forehead on the.