His fingers began to squeeze and caress the soft, warm flesh of her tits. She wiggled her ass in wanton invitation."Mmmmmmmm! That's nice!", moaned Ju...lie, rubbing her ass against her brother's lengthening cock. His big, strong hands fondled her naked breasts."You like that, don't you, Sis?", he breathed, nuzzling her neck."Yesssss! I love it!" gasped Julie. His fingers felt so good on her tits that she strained forwards against his palms, at the same time pressing her firm little butt harder. Not me. I was mostly disappointedto discover the closet contained no trousers of any sort, not evenshorts.The dressing table held a wide variety of perfumes and cosmetics. Irecognised enough of the names on display to realise they were all highquality, top of the line products. Whatever else they might be, the vonRumstahls were no cheapskates.On top of the chest of drawers a glass of orange juice, a smallcheeseboard and a couple of apples had been left for me. It would be manyhours until dinner. " She smacked me on the butt and added, "'Cause you promised me some of this for later." After last night, there isn't much left. Don't get me wrong, I'll go my best, but..."Allison stopped on her way past with plates and kissed me on the cheek. "Your best is always good enough for me."Shannon rolled her eyes. "Suck up."Allison just grinned. "Who? Me? Every chance I get!" She walked slowly away swinging her cute little butt in exaggerated arcs as she went.I looked at Shannon who was following. When I got home, I was wearing my beige skirt, a taupe top andhigh-heeled shoes. She was overjoyed.Her urge to gawk at men's cocks had lessened but not completelysubsided. At least, she was relieved that her cock obsession wasn't asintense as it was on that Sunday. She still greeted me by grabbing mycrotch and kneeling under my skirt to give a special hello to my alreadythrobbing cock.That night she had me work on my voice. She said it needed to be morefeminine."Something's missing," she said.