My curiosity was answered after another two minutes when she stood up and unfastened the waistband of her skirt. She had not been wearing any panties ...of course, (as usual,) and letting her skirt drop to her ankles she lifted one foot at a time, stepped out of it and kicked it to one side. Then she turned sideways to face the wall on her right and bent over. Opening her mouth she took the guy’s cock eagerly between her lips again and sucked the knob right in to give him some ‘deep throat’. At. My first instinct at that moment was since she was vulnerable and unconscious, was to reach over her neck, and fondle her big soft breasts in my hands. Instead, I reached over, placing my hand on her waist, pulling her closer to me as I was her body pillow on the way to school. Her breathing matched the pace of mine, wrapping herself around me. The smell of her hair filled my nostrils, the sweet peppermint oil infused shampoo made her smell like a candy cane. It was both of our favorite scents.. So she slowly forgotten. The next day morning again she came and started waking me up because I have to get ready.So I went to bathroom and got head bath and came with towel. She is wearing nightie and came with towel to wipe my hair. So I normally kept my hand around her waist but when I touched her waist my dick raised suddenly.As she is so close to me she felt that but she continued wiping my hair. Immediately I realised that my face is before her boobs and I didn’t realised these many. This morning I awoke hearing a Cardinal calling in the bougainvillea that spread across the south wall of our stucco bungalow. It sounded like the bird was singing, "pretty, pretty, priest, priest, priest." If we were catholic I might have taken it for some kind of sign. I chuckled though. We weren't. It was early, and the mist was still hanging as the sun slowly rose. It would burn off quickly. I stretched and looked over to my stepsister. Sheila was sleeping on her back, with her round,.