“May I buy you a drink, Becca?” I asked.“Yes, I’ll have a white wine,” she replied.“I’ll have a Pepsi because I’m driving.”“Bret,...I’m sorry. I just thought there was a spark there when I walked into your office. The way you looked at me with those smoldering eyes had me getting wet all afternoon. I just want some attention.”The thought of Becca nearly pleading with me to show her some attention really got me worked up. You only live once, I thought to myself.“Becca, can I be honest with. Forget I said anything,” she said.He shook his head, “No, I can’t forget about it. Unless, what?”“OK, what I was going to say was, unless you,” she paused, biting her lower lip. “Unless you wanna go ahead and finish jacking off now.”A shocked expression came over Shawn’s face, “You mean, right here, with you watching me? You definitely are a freak. I can’t jack off with my sister watching.”Sara pointed towards his lap. “But you already are,” she said.Shawn had not noticed, but he had started. It was just clothes after all. There was nothing magical or special about them just because they had recently been on her body.He reached out toward her bra, surprised to see his hand trembling. What was the matter with him? It was just a piece of cloth after all. He quickly snatched it up and tossed it onto the pile with the rest of her clothes. Then he did the same with her panties, and bundled the whole thing up.There. That was all there was to it. He almost laughed at his trepidation, as if. Still controlling how I stroked myself. And he was matching the movements he was making with his hand with the movements he was making with his body. It was he was jerking off himself, but using the friction of his cock against my ass instead of his own fingers. “Keep going” he murmured and then took his hand away from my wrist. I felt it resting on my bare hip and then he slid it between my ass and his thighs and I felt him reach between my ass cheeks and find my asshole….He pushed a finger.