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Subject: Title story: "Horny Peeping Sister" Author: Incest Man 54261547
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Date: Thu, 15 Sep 2005 05:18:07 +0000
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Horny Peeping Sister Part 3 of 9
Each day after school, Tom and Becky were left alone in the house for a few
hours until their parents got home from work. Although the teenagers were old
enough to be left on their own, their mother insisted that they stay in the
house and not answer the door or telephone. Neither Becky nor Tom liked the arrange-
ment, but they had learned to accept it. It was easier to just do what she asked
rather than argue with their mother.
Usually they spent the time watching television or doing various things in their
rooms. It was usually a quiet time for it was not unknown for their mother to
come home early and check up on them. Neither child wanted to get in trouble
with their mother so they both spent the time doing simple, unexciting things.
But today would be different, Becky vowed. She knew for a fact that her mother
had an important meeting at the office and couldn't possibly come home to check
on them and so she intended to confront her brother with what she had seen him
doing the other night in the alley.
All day long Becky's heart pounded. During her classes, she hardly heard a word
that her teachers said because her cunt was so itchy all she could think about
was satisfying it. She knew that, if she played her cards just right, her own
brother would be fucking her before the day was done.
Becky got home first after running all the way from school. She ran right up
into the bathroom and took a quick shower, being careful not to get her long
blonde hair wet. Then she stood naked in front of her open closet trying to
decide what to wear for the seduction of her brother.
Finally she picked out a very short skirt and matching sleeveless blouse. She
left one too many buttons on the front of the blouse open and decided to skip
wearing shoes. Then she brushed her hair until it was shiny and perfect. Just as
she put down her hairbrush, she heard her brother come in.
She stood in the middle of her bedroom listening as Tom did what he did every
afternoon. First he went to the refrigerator and took a big drink of milk right
out of the carton. Then he grabbed a handful of cookies and headed up the stairs
to his room. Becky stood back as he passed her door. She didn't want him to know
that she'd beaten him home.
The blood pounded in her ears as she waited a few more minutes, letting him get
settled. She knew he was working on a model in his room and she only hoped that
he liked the smell of her pussy better than the smell of model glue.
At last she felt that the time was right. She took a deep breath and ...
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