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If she had been anyone but his sister, she would have had no trouble at all.
If she had been anyone but his sister, she would have had no trouble at all.
His thoughts made Kenny nervous. He drank deeply of his wine. Re didn't want to admit to himself the tension being around his sister put him under. It had got so he hardly noticed his own wife most of the time, so preoccupied was he with Jay, her thoughts and interests and desires. He wanted to please his sister. And somehow he sensed that being too cozy with his wife didn't please her. When the meal was over, they sat side by side on the couch. Jay was in charge of the wine, and she was generous. She felt pleasantly tingly. Hot flashes of excitement darted up and down her spine, and she wanted him to feel that way too. Kenny was engrossed enough in their conversation that he thought nothing much of it when he felt her hand descend onto his shoulder. When she started to rub his neck, he thought only that it felt wonderfully relaxing - until he realized his cock was starting to throb awesomely in his trousers. Just from the touch of her! Though he was twenty-two years old, the young man could not help blushing at the horrifying prospect that the beautiful woman next to him might notice the effect she was having on him. After all, she was his own sister! It was nothing short of perverted to get a hard-on when your sister was rubbing your neck! The beautiful redhead had been watching for that very testimony to her attraction. Her eagle eyes caught the surging growth in his pants even before her brother was aware of it. She was delighted. For several moments she kept caressing his neck. Then without warning, she dropped her hand to his groin and squeezed the lump of cock and trousers. "Mmmm, that's nice," she murmured. |
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