Mike shook himself back to the present and nodded, bringing the rag down between them and beginning to wash her shoulders, to her arms, and then her armpits and to her stomach, moving away from her breasts.
Emma was going to say something, but decided to let it go, having his c**k so close was hard enough not to grab him and force him inside her.
Mike closed his eyes then as Emma took the rag from him. Placing it on a shelf in the shower, she wrapped her arms around her brother and pulled him close, his c**k sliding forward between her legs as her p***y rubbed across the top of it.
"I love you, Mike," she said, leaning down as the water ran down both of them.
Once again, Mike had a single picture pop into his head for a split second before it was gone again. This time there the miniatu
