One night, I texted her saying I want to discuss with you about sex. She instantly replied saying that she does not want to discuss about it. I felt s...ad, masturbated fantasizing about her and slept off. Next day, my parents left for office. We both had holidays for our colleges and we stayed back at home. She had called her friend home to spend time with her. After her friend came, she got busy with her and I went to my room. I was thinking constantly how to seduce my sis. I got a plan to show. “Give her more tongue, Sugar. Don’t be stingy! She won’t bite it off!” she’d say to me over and over.“Kiss as you mean it even if you don’t! Your breath probably smells worse than hers, Honey!” my mom would say. Honey’s breath smelled like warmed-over balogna and buttholes!The only time we went down on each other was more private and in the bathroom. Jenny got to watch us lick each other’s pussies and kiss each other’s assholes, but my mom didn’t schedule those sessions in the living rooms or. Mr. Simmons took the expensive cigar he was smoking out of his mouth and examined the burning tip before speaking.?Do you have any idea how much I had to pay off the police chief for your stupid attempt at escape???Mr Simmons,? the girl wept, her breasts heaving seductively in her bikini stop, ?I’m so sorry. Please it will never happen again. I promise you.??You’re right,? Mr. Simmons said. ?It won’t ever happen again. You will be scourged and crucified for my entertainment and the instruction. He wasn’t moving at a blazing speed, it was more of a deliberate slowness that comes when heading home, but not really wanting to get there. He wasn’t wobbling or steering in a dangerous way, but kept within a reasonable and consistent distance from the curb. One might describe him as dawdling.He peddled past two girls of that indeterminate age that resides between being a kid and being a young lady, as a maiden aunt use to say. They were on the verge of turning into women, yet had the bodies.