“I will leave you for a moment while you change into the robe that is hanging in the powder room. When you are done just have a seat in that chair, ...�� she said gesturing to something like a cross between a plantation chair and a chaise lounge. “You can go ahead and put your feet in the basin and relax. I will be back.” I went in, stripped to my underwear and put on the robe. The chair was the most comfortable thing I had ever sat in. There was a porcelain foot basin filled with inviting bubbles. I couldn't focus in art class, I kept thinking about the firemen in the parking lot, about being fucked hard in the back of a pick up truck, having my breasts squeezed and pulled. I, some how, made it through the day and back home. I stripped down and started reading my favorite erotica and felt my nipples get hard, my juices started to flow. But I wasn't in the mood to finish quickly tonight, I teased myself. Long slow stroke of my fingers, purposefully avoiding my clit, waiting until I was. Fast forward a few months and Ali was now in college, living in the dorms just 10 minutes away from our house. At first we didn't see her much. She was completely free in a new city and was enjoying her new privileges. We had lunch a few times over the weekends and she was much more mature now. Not nearly as annoying as I remembered her when she was in high school. Still, I thought of her as nothing but my wifes little sister. I had obviously noticed her big butt before but honestly hadn’t. ' It was here I noticed that there was an adjoining kitchen through a doorway infront of me. I laughed. 'It looks like you've given me the five star room, here' I laughed. She paused for a moment in confusion. 'Oh no, this isn't a paying room, it's where I live' Ah, that made sense. 'Oh I see!' She chuckled. 'Yeah look my bedroom's through here.' She led the way through another door and I found myself stood in an enormous bedroom, complete with a king size bed and everything. 'This is nice,' I.