It seemed all I had were my fantasies about her.Still... Things had happened, things I wanted to take as signals from Jackie. There was the dancing. T...ere had been moments when we danced that the pressure of her breasts against my chest and the feel of the small of her back under my hand aroused me, and on several occasions, emboldened by alcohol, I pressed my hardened cock against her. She did not pull away.There were the kisses. When we danced, the dance always ended with a kiss -- even the. He drew his shirt off, flexing his tired, sweaty muscles, and strode down the corridor toward the bathroom. On the way, he had to pass his sister's bedroom.Jarvis might have walked right on by if he hadn't heard soft cries emerging from behind the partially opened door. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he immediately stopped in his tracks and pushed the door open, not thinking that he was intruding on a private scene. What he saw made Jarvis' jaw drop and his green eyes smolder with unexpected. Needless to say, I popped my nuts in less than two minutes. She didn’t have a chance to ride long enough to have an orgasm, but she assured me the night was young… and there were many, many nights to come.Mom stepped into the kitchen and grabbed a washcloth. As she sat beside me, cleaning up her cunt, she spoke up, “You asked about your dad, earlier; I hope you don’t mind that I pull on your dick while I tell you some things. In fact, whenever you get ready for more pussy, we’ll take a break. She too was shocked and hid her boobs with her hands sitting down at the corner.That night, I couldn’t sleep. Her broad nude body flashes in my mind. Since she is my close friend’s sister, I felt guilty and tried to control my emotions. But as the days run, the guilt turns into the reason for my hard-on. I started looking her in a different perception. I started admiring her neck, cleavage, boobs, ass, feet everything. To be frank, I got addicted to her. But didn’t approached her directly..