My name is Jack Hoover, and my life sucked. Royally! I had just come home from work at my demeaning job. I had finally had enough of the pompous asses...at that country club. I had worked there as a gardener for the last five years. I had quit college after getting married so I could support my wife, Alice, as she finished her degree. She was further along than I was so we figured it would be easier for her to finish then support us when I went back.She had graduated over a year ago. I had not. You know me better than that. Now, what about the other guy. Was he ... is he ... erm...”“He weren’t forcing me, Finn. He’s a decent guy. I don’t fancy him or nowt, but he’s a mate and we helped each other. It’s a stupid bloody law anyway. You can fuck who you like, but I can’t ‘cos I’m a perv. Don’t you go hunting him down. You got that?”I had to smile. “Okay. So what now?”“S’pose I go down’t job centre and start looking for summat else. Need to find something soon. I really need to move. "Anything else?" I asked as the water soaked through my underpants."Well..." she grinned impishly.God knows why but my cock suddenly went hard, the appearance of a huge bulge in my wet underpants did not go unnoticed by my sister and her grin grew wider as I sat on the side of the bath and waited for her to finish her statement."...I suppose you could do my boobs for me." she grinned.If this was supposed to shock me my sister was in for a surprise, a sudden desire to wash all of her had filled. I could feel her breath there as she sighed heavily.Emma rocked her hips back and forth against my lap as Jess’ index finger strummed her clit. It occurred to Emma that getting masturbated by Jess with my (rapidly shrinking) cock inside her was a much more pleasurable than masturbating herself at home.I could feel Emma’s perky nipples rubbing across my chest as she writhed on me. Jess’ finger was a blur between Emma’s legs, not that I could see it from my vantage point. Emma’s body against mine.