I was convinced she was going to meet me at the door with the biggest smile and hug. I opened the door and was welcomed with an eerie silence. Maybe s...he was in the tub soaking. The only hint I had given her as to the festivities I had planned was to be prepared to be swept off her feet. The candles were lit, the house smelling like vanilla and a hint of lavender. I checked the mail that was on the counter as I passed the kitchen. I heard her voice from the backroom. I smiled and made my way to. It came the time when the last guest left and me and my sister sat on the sofa and drank some more.After we'd finish off the remainder of a bottle of Vodka my sister went off to bed, so with the blankets ready i settled down onto the sofa in my boxers and closed my eyes.As started to drift off to sleep i woke to my sister running the tap, she came into the living room in her dressing gown with a pint of water in hand. I sat up to allow her to sit which she did."can't forget to have a glass of. So when they saw me they could all tease me in public.She then asked me if I would like to sniff her navy blue knickers that she had worn for netball, again I just nodded and she held them upto my nose and told me to sniff them. After a few seconds she asked me why I did this. I replied with that most boys do it even with their sister or mothers panties and that I bet that my cousin Robert, her brother used to sniff her panties and that it is an easy way to get close to a girls pussy without. Long showers when the slippery soap seemed to linger over certain areas as if in need of special cleansing. Her nipples seemed always to be protruding, requiring; her special attentions seemed only to increase their need. As she soaped her belly, its surface seemed alive. However, nothing seemed to demand as much attention as her pussy. Soaping her lips her fingers would linger in application to her clit that seemed so large and responsive. Her mouth was unusually slippery too, and it obviously.