My right hand makes its way down my stomach towards my newly shaven pussy while my left finds my breasts. Images of Julie make their way into my mind;...I don’t even try to get them out anymore. I am now restless and incredibly horny. I no longer thinking of the lust I feel for my sister as a bad thing. She is a gorgeous woman, and I see nothing wrong with wanting to touch every inch of her body. My fingers explore the lips of my pussy, now wet with excitement. I slide my middle and index fingers. "I wondered how someone who looked like she did could possibly know what I meant. She was wearing hipster jeans, cut even lower than normal, displaying an almost indecent amount of flesh and stopping annoyingly short of showing off what looked to me like quite a firm little bottom. A white, off the shoulder, peasant blouse, circa nineteen seventy was cut just low enough to be decent while still accentuating the swellings of her heavy looking breasts.In short I thought she was a walking wet. I have no words to describe it. I mean, I was cummingand how can that not feel anything but good, but alsoI was almost dry-heaving from my balls and it didn’tfeel good. It subsided again and again I relaxed as best Icould. I realized I was going to go from feeling toofull to being made to cum over and over till he wasfinished. I rested for a short while before I startedorgasming again, jerking and moving though nownothing came from me at all. My stomach muscles werehurting from both. I figured since it was an orgy and everyone was in costume, she would never know it was I. Afterward I pictured telling my sister and saying "who's the dork now". Of course I had a back up plan, I filled up a pouch with ground up tranquilizer. One way or the other I was determined to fuck Jessica tonight.Getting into the frat house was no problem, they couldn't tell how old I was with the costume on and everyone was busy with each other. I saw a large vat of what looked like fruit punch and.