“Kya chuna chahate ho? Saf saf batao” didi ne phir mujhse puchee. Tab mai dhire se didi se bola, “mujhe tumharee doddh chuna hai”. Didi ne tab...mujhse tapak se boli, “are, kya chuna hai. Saf saf bol.” Mai tab didi se muskura kar bola, “mujhe tumharee chunchee chuna hai, unko masalna hai.” “Lekin abhi maa aa saktee hai” didi ne tab muskura kar boli. Mai bhi tab muskura kar apni didi se bola, “jab bhi maa aayegee humlogon ko pata chal jayega.” Mere baton ko sun kar didi kuch nahi boli aur chupchap. She recalled finding the telltale signs in her son’s wastebasket; crumpled tissues and paper towels wadded, thick and stiff from some ‘unknown’ substance.Her body quaked, shocking Kathy to recognize her own growing arousal at watching Matt. Her nipples strained against the inside of her bra’s cups, her pussy swelling with moisture and her clitoris firming ever so slightly. Clenching her teeth, she tried to resist the urges to no avail.Kathy pushed her hand into her sweatpants, past her panties. He was sucking my breasts and I had wound my legs around him. Soon sis returned from bathroom and stood a few feet away watching us. He came inside me in another half an hour, then pulled sis again and despite her protests he mounted her second time while I kept watching. The ice between us had broken and there was no secret now. It was a strange situation.From that day onwards we sisters would tell each other when we were to go to his room or what happened there that night. During that month. Nearing the end of the one movie there was a hot sex scene that got my pussy a lil wet, my hand went under my pants and I started rubbing my clit. The movie ended and I was indeed horny, so I decided to give the vibrator my man bought for me a try. Off to the bedroom I went I got undressed. Undecided of what to put on, I opened my husbands cupboard and threw one of his T shirts over my body. I got the vibrator from the draw next to the bed and off downstairs I went to lounge again. I put on.