We started texting and over the next few days our conversations got more and more flirtatious. One night after a happy hour with my coworkers I was fe...ling tipsy and brave. I brazenly texted him: I’m a little tipsy right now and I wish I could kiss you… Instantly I felt mortified and regretted sending him the text. What if that was too forward? Just then my phone buzzed with a message from him. Yeah that would be a fun start… it read. I was surprised. You’ve thought about kissing me? I wrote. Practically every minute of the day I spent thinking dirty thoughts about my lovely sister. The following Saturday Rachel returned home. As I got ready to go to bed that night, my sister came into my room. She was looking more beautiful than ever…and…had her tits grown an inch or two? No way. It had only been a week since I’d last seen her. “So, Rachel, how was the field trip?” I asked. Rachel smiled, displaying those perfect white teeth of hers. “It was great, bro. While I was there my friends. Beneath were a pair of silk bloomers, or directoire knickers to be more exact . A deep shade of mauve you could see that they were tented right out, a large darker stain on the apex of the bulge. The bastard’s precum had been dribbling out for awhile ! ‘ Closer !” You shuffled closer, your knees chafing on the dirty floor of the jolting carriage. “ Now…suck my knob…through the panties ….no hands ! “ Trying hard to keep your balance as the train went into a curve at just that moment you leant. Her pussy is good for you, as well as what other men put in it, because what they put in her, helps you keep her."Norman, depressed at his predicament and somewhat perplexed by his mom's cunning words, just nodded affirmatively at her statement. However, her very encouragement and sanctioning of him marrying a promiscuous woman did seem to make things better, even if it would cause him a bit of humiliation."And son, go ahead and put that ring on her finger. Show her you really care for her. .