I rolled away from my partner and my cock slid out of her cunt making a wet slurping sound as it did so. The noise was loud enough that my sister and ...the other girl looked at my wet, dripping penis with obvious surprise and awe. They couldn't believe the damn thing was still hard either. My sister reached over and stripped the condom off my cock. It didn't have very much semen in it. I was pretty well drained by that point. She had a wet washcloth and she thoroughly washed my prick and dried it. ”A couple of them agreed and I sent over two cold long necks of some local brew and ordered myself a draft beer. The bartender had just put a large pint of something dark and foamy in front of me when I suddenly got tapped on the shoulder. I turned and looked into a pair of amazing green eyes.“Hey, you buying drinks? It’s not like I’m invisible, you were eyeing me when you came in!” she complained poking me in the chest playfully. I looked over at the bartender and nodded, then said, “I don’t. It slapped against his belly and you could see the wetness on his stomach as he moved around to slide his shorts off. We sat there for about 10 minutes, watching the show and watching each other slowly work our own cocks. Impatiently repositioning us every few minutes to get closer to each other. I kept watching across the room for the lights upstairs to finally shut off, to ensure his parents headed to their bedroom for the night. Another scene started to play out with the woman on the screen. When she got there, she saw Jack first, and of course stopped to chat (and flirt) with him. Mister Flannery was in the paddock working with a horse, so there was no one there to observe them. Jack knew he was preferred by Her Ladyship for sport. She loved that curved prick of his, but he wasn't loathe to scatter his seed beyond that particular garden. I suspect he bred his sister as often as he could arrange it, and he didn't mind spreading Sally's legs either.They did not engage in such.