Beatrice wasn’t old, maybe five years my senior, but she dressed old. She always sported a bee-hive hairdo and cats-eye reading glasses, the kind po...pular with matrons in the 1950’s. She was thin, flat-chested, dour and sour in looks and spirit. Looks and mean-spiritedness aside, she was very protective of ‘her girls,’ as she like to call them, and ran the secretarial pool with an iron will. More importantly, for the company executives anyway, she had considerable pull with Jack Avery. One time,. I started to get hard at the sight of my sister lathering her naked body. I booked it out of the bathroom before she realized I was there, then watched through my barely open bedroom door as she went into her room. I snuck over to her doorway and cracked the door just enough to catch a glimpse of her dropping her towel, brushing her hair totally naked...and then laying back on her bed and playing with herself, moaning softly. I'd knelt in the hallway and stroked my dick watching my sister. Time to get money,” she said.“Get your money, baby girl. You got this."I began to turn around and go back where I came from when my keen sense of hearing heard moaning...“Ugh. Mmm, mmm, mmm. Ugh...” “Yeah, keep doing it. Keep doing that shit. Yeah. You’re a nasty slut, ain’t you? Ain’t you?” a deeper voice said.I looked at one other door slightly ajar. It was Becky riding a famous athlete that I knew from watching television. We matched eyes for a few seconds. For that those few seconds, Becky. After she finished her apple Krista took a quick shower and walker around the house naked, again, something she did often. She usually had the house to herself and it was liberating. Krista sat on a dining room chair, started her vibrator and was so into the pleasure she was giving herself that she didn’t hear or notice Jake, her Stepfather enter the house. He stood in the doorway rubbing his dick, watching Krista moan and sigh and smile as she became wetter and wetter. Jake wasn’t an ugly.