As i walked the beach trail returning to the cottage i was haunted by the sounds i had heard the night before coming from my sisters room. He moans and cries were barely muffled by the thin wall which separated our rooms. The sound of the bed groaning with each thrust and eager movement filled my head. Even now as i walked i felt myself becoming moist, as my nipples harded.
I tried desparately to think of something else. I watched a couple enjoying a jet ski, but as i watched i began to imagine the couple naked on a beach making love. Once more i heard my sisters cries of passion. There seemed to be no way to remove her song of lust from my head.
When i arrived home i absently climbed the porch steps still lost in my imaginings. Patrick was seated in a old adorondack chair in the courner of the porch. He startled me by saying," hey sis whatcha got in the bag."
I tried desparately to think of something else. I watched a couple enjoying a jet ski, but as i watched i began to imagine the couple naked on a beach making love. Once more i heard my sisters cries of passion. There seemed to be no way to remove her song of lust from my head.
When i arrived home i absently climbed the porch steps still lost in my imaginings. Patrick was seated in a old adorondack chair in the courner of the porch. He startled me by saying," hey sis whatcha got in the bag."