I was given permission to wear her clothes but only those that she had worn (she changed her underwear every day but that didn’t stop those little t...ll tale marks ending up in her panties) so that she could have some time to make up her mind what to do with me. A week or so passed and she asked my sister and I to sit down in the lounge so we could make some proper arrangements. She was very happy to have me as her second daughter but there would have to be new house rules. As we lived a. She was now going faster and faster. She kept looking and let her dress fall down. She had no bra under and her perfect b cup tits where now at display of everyone. And Hans was very into all this... he had already taken out his cock and rubbing it on Susans dress. She thought that was quite disgusting but also so kinky that she didnt mind right now. She looked at the blonde girl so happily sucking that big cock that she quiclky stood up and kneeled between Hans legs and kissed his cock head. "No", he said. "Never." "Would you like me to?" I asked him. I almost regretted the question the moment it left my lips. I felt so embarrassed the moment I'd asked the question, but I needn't have been. He responded by tugging at his shorts, trying to release his straining, erect penis. I realised with a pang that this would be my first ever blow job, and that I'd remember this moment for the rest of my life. I was excited, but equally terrified! "Stand up," I told him, as I moved off. Without wasting any time, I was in the toilet as usual, in a position peeping in the hole.I got the biggest, the extreme and sudden sensation of shock, a surprise of my life. It was my Didi who was inside the bathroom naked. She had not yet started bathing. She was standing naked and was busy removing some cream from the tube in her hand.I felt weird seeing my Didi naked and was feeling guilty. But slowly, the guilt was overtaken by my lund, which was hard in a second. Didi was not fair but had.