It was Friday and I wanted to be done for the weekend. ***Later that night, having finished dinner, Angie and I were sitting on the couch, watching a ...ovie. She was curled up against me, with my arm draped over her. As the movie ended, I switched the TV and looked and my baby sister. Her face was furrowed and she looked like she was considering something serious. “What’s up sis?” I asked. She looked up at me.“Can I talk to you about something?”“Anything”“It’s kind of awkward and personal”. I looked through that pile of laundry and it was like it was by i****tuous birthday, there was so many pairs of her panties and barely slept that night. I could just not waste this great opportunity and jacked off so much. Sometimes even into the panties.After that night, I got bolder; I still loved the smell of my mom’s panties, but could not be totally satisfied with them anymore. I wanted to see her titties and ass. I was doing anything I could to see them, if was just slowly following her. " Me? I don't know any magic." You've seen me do it, get on with the studying. You want the red book on the stack over there and let's get it right please." Look who's talking." Well, I got one thing right. Better looking was on my list as well. Shame about everything else." Ha!"Then I turned to the books and found them really heavy going. After a couple of hours of work I thought I'd managed to come up with something that might work. My head hurt with reading all the strange writing. I ran it. I could feel her body and mind fighting with itself, refusing to give in to want, but also refusing to get up and leave. Meanwhile, I had never been this aroused in my entire life. Her soft lips, round, voluptuous breasts and strong, graceful belly underneath a grey cotton sari drew me into her eyes, and there I was lost.Yet luckily enough, my hand had a mind of its own. I leaned in, the palm of my hand still moving up her thigh. Everything else still and calm. Like the air before a storm, she.