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s****r's Licker 1 by loyalsock
Date: 8/21/2015, Categories: Taboo Author: loyalsock
... her as being this freaking HOT! She had the most fuckable body he had ever seen in his life, and if she wasn't his s****r, hell, he'd... Disgusted with himself at the way his mind was working, he jumped to his feet and fairly ran out of the room, shutting the door behind him and dragging in air like he'd been suffocating. He looked down at himself and discovered, to his shame, that he was sporting a huge erection poking forward in his jeans. He pressed down on it ineffectually. "Well, did you manage to get her up?" his mother had asked when he'd finally been able to return to the kitchen. What could he tell his mother, that his s****r had managed to get HIM up? It would have all been so laughable if it wasn't so distressing to him, and he could only mumble a reply before burying his head in a newspaper. It was a few minutes later that Lacey appeared. And now, lying back on his own bed, staring up at the ceiling, he heard her turn off the shower, and her squeaky singing. He made himself imagine she had to be drying herself off now, rubbing the towel down her neck, round her proudly bouncy breasts, then down between her thighs... Oh shit, he thought, as he felt himself go painfully hard again. This was ridiculous. They'd been living in the same house together all their lives, they'd been best friends, worst enemies, and the tightest siblings on the planet - but he'd never been aware of her as a female, as a proper woman, until now. Lacey was all grown up, sexy as hell ...
... - and his s****r. He had to keep telling himself that. He heard footsteps on the corridor, and was just in time to turn on his side to shield the bulge in his jeans when his door burst open and Lacey came in, heading straight for his wardrobe. "Don't you knock?" he heard himself ask testily, not sure if he was happy that she was here in his room, with so many of the wild thoughts going round his head about her just then. His cock seemed to be throbbing out of control just at the sight of her in the ridiculously tiny towel that barely stayed in place around her shapely body. She glanced back at him like he'd just asked the dumbest question. Which he had. No one ever knocked in their house, no one locked their doors, even while bathing. Ever since their parents had got a divorce when they were ten and eleven years old, they'd become a very tight-knit f****y, never hiding anything from each other. So Max felt guilty that he now had a secret he would have to keep to himself: he had the hots for his sexy s****r, and no one must ever find out. "Just want to borrow a shirt, okay?" she threw over her shoulder, rifling through his clothes. She did this all the time, but Max knew that everything was changed now. From his side, at least. "Ah yes, my favourite," she said cheekily, picking out Max's most expensive dress shirt. "This would look great with my blue jeans." He began to protest, but the words became dislodged in his throat when just then, she ...