I placed my sister’s finger on Crystal’s clit while I sucked on one of her nipples and fingered her wet hole.Then I asked, “So what has he done ...so wrong that we aren’t doing to you ourselves.”Crystal said, “I didn’t give him permission.”I replied, “You didn’t give us permission either. I told you to get undressed, I put your mother’s finger on your clit, and I did whatever I wanted to do to you. You did not give us permission however you were wide awake at the time. From what I understand. ” His tone was peremptory. She looked at him surprised at his insistence. He was scrutinising her, taking a visible interest in the conversation for the first time. “Go ahead with it,” he said. “Be her bridesmaid.”“Why?” Her voice was wary, but his tone had grabbed her interest.“Well,” he said with a stare so penetrating it made her shift in her seat, “it strikes me that however pissed off you are with me, you’re vastly more angry with her. Tell me if I’m wrong.” She said nothing in response.. I comforted myself with the realization that she could not have noticed my obviously lustful glances at her. It turns out that I was really bad at concocting assumptions, because the moment I snapped my eyes back to the solace that was my drink I heard something whispered into my ear that I remember to this day. The words she spoke took the time from the scene as though it were a malleable force. I heard them echo through my mind dissolving my fears and opening avenues that I had only slightly. Oooooooh. Oh, fuck. Love that cock in my ass." I kept at it until she screamed with delight. She didn't want me to stop and I kept going for a little while longer. The buffer was just about at my door. "I want your cock in my pussy", she said, "fuck my pussy." She turned.