Moving on to my sister, I kneel in front of her and my nostrils flare at the delicious smell of her aroused p***y. I didn't imagine the wet spot earlier or if I did, it has definitely increased since then.
"My legs, Brandon," she prompts as I just stare at the center of her damp thong. The wetness has made the material almost transparent and I am mesmerized by the contours of my sister's p***y behind the small triangle of material.
"Sure, sis," I respond, looking down as I wrap my hands around her ankle. I relish the softness of her skin as I move my hands up her shapely legs. My sister reflexively spreads her legs as my hands reach the pinnacle of her thighs. f**k! This is my f*****g sister! But still, I look her right in the eyes as my hands deliberately linger against the small purple
