"You will recall that Mr. Bennet was very tiresome about your sister Lydia's wedding and made no gift to her to mark her marriage to dear Wickham, as ... token of his regard. She was married, with no new clothes whatever to mark the occasion." But..." interjected Elizabeth."But he is disposed to be generous with you both, I am glad to say. Poor Lydia, married in a year old dress! A very ill managed affair indeed!" Mrs. Bennet shook her head in remembered shame."But, mother, we have not come to. I started stroking up and down her arm. She leaned further into me. I therefore reached around and stroking up and down her stomach. I did this for a few minutes while absent-mindedly watching Goodness Gracious me. Sometimes I would catch bits of it – especially the funny parts, and I would chucle. While watching a particularly funny sketch I turned around so I was facing her. As I did so, I pulled the leaver on the side of my sofa which brought the footrest up. I told her she could do the same. He made sure to lock the door, ensuring that nobody could walk in on us. I took off my tennis shoes and socks, tossing them off the bed and onto his bedroom floor. Bobby walked over to me. I spread my legs out on his bed, allowing my miniskirt to crawl up until my pink lips were visible. “So what do you want me to do for you?” I asked. “Cause I'm willing to do anything for my big brother.” “Stepbrother,” he corrected. “And I want you to put your arms up. Now.” I obeyed, placing both of my arms. Her hand moved further south, stretching the waistband of her panties outwards and downwards, revealing her neat triangle of soft dark curls and her plump, fleshy mound. She slid one finger then another along her moist slit, easing her pussy lips apart, her fingertips gliding up and over her clit. My eyes traced every movement, watching avidly as her fingers nimbly explored her glistening pink folds. I was mesmerised, virtually drooling at the sight and sound of my naughty, incredibly horny,.