"So, you like to play in mycloset Timmy? Hummm?" She said in a lilting feminine tone as shecontinued. "Well, you can really enjoy yourself now sweetie...becauseyou're going to be spending the rest of the day in here!" She giggledas she looked me over then went to her dresser and returned with apair of lace trimmed white satin panties. She held them up andgathered the waistband and stretched the gleaming panties tight asshe approached me. I heard the swish of the satin against the nylonstockings. She averted her gaze when she saw that he noticed."And will you hurry up, please? I look like a pervert, hanging out in front of the changing room like that. The girl behind the counter is probably calling mall security on me as we speak."Erica giggled."Oh, don't worry about the mall cops. They're all either eighty years old, or a hundred pounds overweight. We can take 'em." That would make for fantastic headlines. 'Famous author a Peeping Tom; beats up octogenarian rent-a-cop'."After what. She stood in front of me, completely naked, the water running down both of our bodies. My cock stood at attention. She reached for a bottle of shampoo and let it run all over her tits. She rubbed it in and her tits were shiny and smooth. She then got on her knees in front of me, grabbed my cock, and slipped it in between her massive tits. She pushed them together and began rocking back and forth. I couldn't believe that I was fucking my own sister's tits! The same tits I had been fantasizing. "You wouldn't?!" I would!" said Emma again. "Michelle is a suitable name too."He ran to his room and shut the door. When she did see him again at dinnerthat evening, he didn't say a word. From then on, Emma found she had aweapon to use against him."What is going on between you two?" asked John later that week."Michael is being horrible to me for some reason, but I've found a way tocontrol him," said Emma.Michael was in his room, playing with his Ben 10 figures. He felt bad in away about how he.