She turned away, and walked into her room, at the end of the hall."Oh, Marty?" she called, refocusing my attention on her. She was in her room, but th...e door was wide open. Her back to me, she opened the towel wide, and let it droop. That impressive bit of butt cleavage peeked over the towel now, and she used her foot to close the door slowly, releasing the towel just before it closed.I only caught a brief glimpse, but I did see her entire left cheek and thigh, as the door shut. It was. Even now she goes shopping for them. Marge and Reg appeared to be a happily married couple; Marge was always seen with a broom in her hand, brushing up leaves and any mess Reg made while he was working.Now here she was with both arms around my neck, rubbing her nose on mine and rubbing her crotch against my body. God, any man would get an erection with the treatment she was giving me."Give Marge a kiss, go on," she slurred."Marge, you're drunk, otherwise you wouldn't be acting like this," I. She didn’t move a bit. I took off my clothes and got naked. I made her stand and turn. What I saw next froze me to death. It was Raji! My very own sister who had eloped years ago!Many questions were running across my mind. How the hell did she end up here? What will she think of me now? How am I gonna cover-up? All these questions ran across my mind.It was then when Raji caught my dick and asked if I needed help with erection. I came back to my senses but couldn’t speak a word. She couldn’t. I started dropping her suggestive comments as to what I would be doing to her while she was sitting at her desk (a story in and of itself). At one point she told me to knock it off as she was getting so wet she felt like she was soaking through her pants onto her chair. Well, I couldn’t let that lie. I asked her what her plans were for the evening. “Other than fingering my pussy when I get home…nothing.” she replied. I told her I had fingers and a tongue that would feel much better if she was.