’ She stated. ‘Sorry, but who wouldn’t stare at you dressed like that!?’ ‘Shut up and unbuckle your belt, and pull down ...our drawers.’ My sister easily overpowered me, as I was shocked by what was happening. I did as she said, but stopped at my boxers. ‘Too scared?’ She said, ‘I’ll do it then, pussy.’So here I was, my 7 incher sitting out in our small living room, with my sister, within 20 feet of our parents room. My sister. I let out a moan uncontrollably.... I know my pussy was really wet at that point of time. I have had sex with a man 23yrs my senior before two years back, but, since then, that was the only man I have had sex with. Tony continue with his finger journey around my pussy. "Dear, you are really wet.... can I go further?" He asked with a desperate look on his face.. For myself, I seriously think that he should just go ahead with what he wants! I'm as well desperate as he was! And I really needed a. Before I could formulate an excuse in my befuddled mind she asked another question.'You have a fetish for women's feet don't you?'I couldn't hide my blushes and thus I was undone. I tried to formulate a response but it just came out in an unintelligible sound.'I have known for ages' she said. 'Every day you look at my feet when I come for work. You're very good at hiding it but you linger just a little too long and you always look at the floor when you speak to a woman. Don't worry only a woman. She filled the tub with steamy water, adding lavender bath oil. She removed her short tan shorts, white tank top, releasing her black lacy bra which held her nice C cup breasts and her black lacy thong. She inched her way into the relaxing aromatic bath. While laying there, her hands roamed over her perky breast, pinching a nipple ever so slightly. Her arousal blossoming. Her hand traveled down her smooth flat stomach to her mound of womanhood. Her fingers slipping a little further to find her.