I don't wear the right clothes, I don't know how to talk, flirt... I'm not pretty... I'm too tall... my hairs a mess... My breasts are... Why are you ...aughing Rod, it's not funny."Hugging her, I said, "I'm relieved Sis; you sound like every girl I know. And don't worry, you've got a man now — me, and I'm never going to let you go." What do you mean?"Standing, I pulled her up from the couch and led her to the large wall mirror in our parent's room. "Look at yourself Clara," I told her, standing. She reaches to her side and pulls the black, thick dildo from beside her and slides it around her clit and vagina, leaning her head back from the feeling. Paul’s hand strays to his cock, almost as if he hasn’t realized what he is doing. “Yes, that’s it, just like that,” Aziza whispers. She lifts the dildo up and puts it to her mouth, wetting it with her tongue before inserting it into her vagina again. She turns a knob on the bottom of the toy and a small hum can be heard on Paul’s side. “Come. “Why not, it looked good and you seemed to enjoy it, and I won’t tell Mum and Dad what you were doing,” she replied as she left my bedroom softly closing the door behind her.Now I loved Chrissy madly as a brother at that time but knew that even then she could be manipulative so I was worried she might try and blackmail me, but if she tried it I would counter by saying she had watched me and let me cum on her hand.Three days later it’s Saturday afternoon, Mum is out at a friends, Dad has gone to. But, when he moaned as she moved her kisses to the top of his chest, she knew she had him right where she wanted him. Now to make him so hot, he would tell her everything just to be allowed release.She moved down beside him a little more to be able to reach his chest easier. Propping herself on her arm and his side, she used her mouth and tongue to trail kisses over and down his chest, careful to avoid his nipples, till his chest was wet from her tongue. Every once in a while during the.