On the Tuesday, Kelly and I went to a cafe, for lunch. As we sat downshe handed me a little package. "I want you to wear those tomorrow, andI'll check..."I reached into the package and pulled out...new pink panties! Quicklyputting them back, hoping nobody else had seen. "I can't wear those." Why? You've been wearing panties and more all weekend."The following day, at lunch time we went for a walk by the canal.Down a passageway, between the old warehouses, she said, "Show me."I unzipped my fly,. My sister moved at a steady pace, rubbing her clit and pumping her fingers in and out of her slick cunt. I was fighting myself now, holding myself back, feeling as if I would lose my mind, listening to the wet sounds her fingers made, her moaning and groaning, and watching my hot sister bring her self to the brink of an amazing climax. I felt like a caged a****l, and every muscle in my body was bunched and tight, ready to spring.Kristy moaned louder now, her fingers pumping faster and harder,. It was now or never. I lickedmy lips as Helen had taught me, and then looked downwards as if I wereshy.He smiled back. I got goose bumps up my back. I was dressed as a chickand had made eye contact with another boy in a disco, what the hell was Idoing?I continued dancing and he turned back to his friends to chat. "Look atme, look at me, I'm the girl of your dreams," I wanted to scream at him.Another record played and another three minutes off the clock. From thecorner of my eye I could see. Later in the night I received a text from Pooja asking if today was fun . I replied saying it was great fun and sorry for the mystery room incident . She was like it’s ok – it’s not like you did it intentionally . Then we were talking about general things .The next week she called me to help her purchase a dress for her fiancées birthday . So we finished shopping and then she was like she dint have clothes for herself to wear for the party . So we decided to buy some nice one piece for her . We.