She went to kitchen and brought me juices. We sat both on the sofa opposite to each other. She was looking at my arms and chest. Finally she looked at...the bulge in my jeans and laughed. I asked why she is laughing; she pointed her fingers to my jeans. I said I can’t control myself seeing her so close. She said, then why am I waiting for. Hearing this I went near her and touched her shoulders and hugged her so tight. She clasped me so tight and I kissed on her ears and gave a small bite on her. She tried to swallow everything, but some dripped from the corner of her mouth down to her tits. She scooped it up, licking it offer fingers then looked at me. “Mmm, can’t wait to eat that out of Ash’s cunt.” As if on cue, my sister’s phone rang. She ran to her room and picked up her cell, then ran back into mine, wriggling back into my arm and laying on my chest as she answered. “Hey Ash, I was just talking about you…Yea, I’m with Austin…Amazing…well at first, yea he was, then he ramped it. I began purring in earnest, wondering if the ache of lust that had never been put to sleep was a kitty trait or not. To love or be loved, I reminded myself as I went into a state that could only be described as ‘girl cat in heat’.We’d gone far beyond teasing or subtleties, all of us arriving on the same page together. Lust became our goddess, one we were all willing to sacrifice the veneer of polite and civilized behavior for. The other guests forgotten, one by one my playmates became primal. “Are you glad you ‘came’ up to see the Paris Suite, Jim?” I asked sarcastically. I stood before him; locking onto his eyes as I took my right hand and moved it over my chest and left breast. I closed my eyes and smeared his cum over my breast, then pinched my nipple hard before opening my eyes again. ‘God, I wanted!’“Ahhm, yes,” was all the response he could muster.I smiled at him then moved to the bathroom to get a towel to wipe myself clean, then returned to the terrace. The afternoon sun was.