Her pallu fell down and her cleavage was exposed.She made me remove my shirt. I slowly started kissing over her blouse and her upper boobs. She starte... moaning and at the same time, she started pressing my dick.Then I removed her blouse and removed the remaining saree from her body and threw it away. She was wearing a pink bra and a brown petticoat. The petticoat came down as soon as I pulled the string. She removed my pants and I was now in my underwear. She was in her bra and panties.I pushed. And that would just be harder without Travia's support. Jayne would be fine, but I'd be totally on my own.To avoid being on my own, normally I'd turn to my lover Malkem. He was my main male companion and primary lover; he was also out of town. He'd finished up his training a few months before, and had taken a job as a caravan guard. He was Medrhi as well, but of a different school. We'd argue about whose was a better school, which often led to combat-inspired sex. He wouldn't be home for a few. Clothes. Makeup. A few things. I never made it my home, you know.”“I noticed that.”“I’d still like to come over and watch movies, too.”“That’s cool,” I said. “But we watch ‘em in the living room.”I heard the shower stop. Dillon came out, still naked, completely flaccid, smelling great from a favorite cologne.“C’mere, you!” I commanded. “Put yourself right here.”“Yes ma’am,” he said with that smirk of his. He knelt beside me.“No,” I commanded. “On your back.”He snorted. “I feel so exposed.”“It’s. Do I make your little dick get hard? too bad you can’t have my pussy.”What happened to my little sister? Now she was a sex machine, tempting me to go chase and fuck her. I just smiled as I went upstairs. I went in my room. There on my bed were her panties, all laid out nice on my pillow. I picked them up. They were wet in the crouch. She had turned into a nympho overnight. I was on the computer when she came in my room giggling. I told her tonight we were just going to talk about boy-girl.