He praised my smile and my beauty. On a usual day, I do not flatter to such praises, at least I do not show that out but the wine inside me made my bl...ush show up right on my cheeks.I looked down in an unsuccessful attempt to hide my blushes. He said, “No, I really mean it.”He understood that I was totally in his spell now. Saying so, he put his fingers under my chin and leaned forward. My brain ceased to work. I was already feeling tipsy from the wine. Butterflies filled my stomach and I closed. Jennifer at work had encouraged me to read her women's magazinesafter she was done with them, and I was beginning to think of how a realBeth would look to go along with my new voice. I was amazed at some ofthe outfits women wore on the cover of Mademoiselle, and started takingfashion tips more seriously.Growing up I was never into peer pressure from other boys and didn'temulate any men that I was around. But now I felt like I was goingthrough some kind of adolescence, and found myself looking. "You are going to fuck your sister but first I am going to blow you," and she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth.He closed his eyes and threw his head back as she worked her magic with her lips and tongue. "Oh, Sharon, I am going to cum soon."She took her mouth off him long enough to say, "Cum in my mouth," and she was then back to sucking.Ian's body tensed and the spunk shot into his sister's throat.As she smiled up at him, licking her lips, he said, "That was fucking amazing.". ” He just nodded. “Are ... are you okay?”He looked at me, his brows furrowing. “I don’t really know.” He turned his head and kissed my palm. “Might as well get this over with, right?”“Do you want me with you?”“Always.”I smiled and climbed to my knees, pressing an enthusiastic – if sloppy – kiss to his mouth. “I love you. So, so much.”He reeled me back in for a second, longer, equally enthusiastic kiss. “And I you.”I stood, smoothing my clothes while Alistair quickly changed into something more.