Thanksgiving Dinner (bi, incest, PM to join)
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OOC: Rob Harriman, 43, 6' 185, brown hair
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I was looking forward to Thanksgiving, the family all together again, good food, just like it used to be. We hadn't seen our son Joe since he left for college, and I was anxiouos to hear how he was doing.
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I was looking forward to Thanksgiving, the family all together again, good food, just like it used to be. We hadn't seen our son Joe since he left for college, and I was anxiouos to hear how he was doing.
ooc: i hope this is ok
thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. ever since i married rob i reveled in having everyone over to my house for thanksgiving. as my children grew up i taught them how to make food we only made once a year. now that they were off to college it was a great excuse to get the whole family together over dinner.
i was so proud to see my strapping boy get on the swim team. i went to every meet i could, cheering him on like a true cheerleader. i had been on the squad in highschool and always wondered why they didn't have cheerleaders at swim meets. i loved seeing them run around in their little speedos, always glistening with their muscles rippling from exertion.
20 years later i had my figure just where i wanted it. i was lean but firm and my breasts still held themselves up in a halter top like i never left the squad. i love working out and it shows. my perky 36 c's could be on a girl half my age. i knew my son's friends thought i was the hot mom and that's the way i liked it. my son and his friends were the handsome boys who could always get the girl. sometimes i fantasized that one of them would see me naked and do something about it. always left the door a crack when my husband wasn't home. just to give the boys something to talk about.
thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday. ever since i married rob i reveled in having everyone over to my house for thanksgiving. as my children grew up i taught them how to make food we only made once a year. now that they were off to college it was a great excuse to get the whole family together over dinner.
i was so proud to see my strapping boy get on the swim team. i went to every meet i could, cheering him on like a true cheerleader. i had been on the squad in highschool and always wondered why they didn't have cheerleaders at swim meets. i loved seeing them run around in their little speedos, always glistening with their muscles rippling from exertion.
20 years later i had my figure just where i wanted it. i was lean but firm and my breasts still held themselves up in a halter top like i never left the squad. i love working out and it shows. my perky 36 c's could be on a girl half my age. i knew my son's friends thought i was the hot mom and that's the way i liked it. my son and his friends were the handsome boys who could always get the girl. sometimes i fantasized that one of them would see me naked and do something about it. always left the door a crack when my husband wasn't home. just to give the boys something to talk about.
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Michael was Joe's friend from the swimming team. Unfortunately, his own folks were several states away, and he felt fortunate that Joe invited him over to Thanksgiving. Michael *also* felt fortunate that Joe had one hot looking mother and frequently invited him over. He enjoyed showing off his swim-tanned body to her at the swimming pool. They had seen each other enough that he was comfortable if she caught a peek at his stiff member, and that he saw her tight against her halter.
Michael arrived early. He brought his grandma's famous brownies, with an extra special ingredient that grandma said "was a secret". He found it odd that the door to the house was open, and nobody seemed to be home. He eventually stepped up the stairs, to hear a feminine voice, Joe's mother. Her door was open a crack. Being the sort of man all boys are, he couldn't help but take a peek through it. He was glad he did.
OOC: Remember to have a brownie before coming upstairs.
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Michael arrived early. He brought his grandma's famous brownies, with an extra special ingredient that grandma said "was a secret". He found it odd that the door to the house was open, and nobody seemed to be home. He eventually stepped up the stairs, to hear a feminine voice, Joe's mother. Her door was open a crack. Being the sort of man all boys are, he couldn't help but take a peek through it. He was glad he did.
OOC: Remember to have a brownie before coming upstairs.
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Mother was always lots of fun to be around, and we often talked about everything. I told her about my girlfriends, and she even told me secrets about pleasuring them. I had never let on about some of my feelings though, but coach had changed that. At practice, he had drilled into us that "Winners take action" and that "Winners follow through." Those were not just mottoes, but life lessons, and it had taken all of us in very surprising directions.
she knew he was there. even if she hadn't heard the door she heard the stairs, the board in the hall. she could practically hear his breathing throught the crack in the door. she took her time rolling up her stockings, adjusting her garter before squeezing her plump derierre into her skirt. she loved getting dressed up for the holidays. her favorite trick was a bra she thought of as purely decoration. even through her white blouse on you could see every contour of her bra, and her hard nipples tantalizingly stood at attention.
as she was putting her earrings on she kicked the door open and startled her son's hot friend Mike. she laughed as he jumped and put her heels on and closed the door behind her. she looked down over her perky rack at him and snatched a brownie from his hand. she laughed and slipped a piece in her mouth, licking her finger suggestively. she ran her finger down his hard muscly chest and softly purred "what else did you bring for me Mikey?" he stammered unintelligably "uh uh mrs. uh" and she blinked sweetly quipping "call me Joy" before brushing up against him fully in passing him.
as she was putting her earrings on she kicked the door open and startled her son's hot friend Mike. she laughed as he jumped and put her heels on and closed the door behind her. she looked down over her perky rack at him and snatched a brownie from his hand. she laughed and slipped a piece in her mouth, licking her finger suggestively. she ran her finger down his hard muscly chest and softly purred "what else did you bring for me Mikey?" he stammered unintelligably "uh uh mrs. uh" and she blinked sweetly quipping "call me Joy" before brushing up against him fully in passing him.
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Michael was taken aback. "Uh... Mrs. Robin... Harrison... Joy..." He fell back onto the bed, with Mrs. Harrison looking over him, smiling. She continued to lick and taste the brownie, sucking the morsel from her manicured nails. As he lay back on the bed, the rest of the brownie crumbled, and she picked the crumbs, starting from his chest... to his stomach... to his crotch. His own self was becoming more prominent, pushing against his pants. He felt a little flush, and his rapiding breathing only served to better show off his broad chest through his tight shirt more. He saw her smile at him, with her pert nipples showing through her own shirt. Her skirt accented her hips, as she picked more crumbs off his swimmer's body. One word escaped from his lips.
"Joy..."
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I set down my briefcase, slipped off my shoes and undid my tie, walking into the Kitchen. It seemed as if no one had yet arived. I saw the brownies on the counter and scooped one up, stuffing the entire brownie in my mouth. I undid my shirt as I walked upstairs, really wanting to get the stuffy work clothes off. I noticed our bedroom door closed and wondered why, rarely did my wife close it, especially when it was only the two of us at home. My belt undone, shirt in hand as I opened the door.
I was sure my eyes bugged out, my shirt dropping from my hands, right there on our bed I saw my wife bent over, her beautiful ass facing me, with high heels on no less. I wasn't sure just who she was leaning over, but it definitely was a male figure. I stood there watching, not sure what to do next.
I set down my briefcase, slipped off my shoes and undid my tie, walking into the Kitchen. It seemed as if no one had yet arived. I saw the brownies on the counter and scooped one up, stuffing the entire brownie in my mouth. I undid my shirt as I walked upstairs, really wanting to get the stuffy work clothes off. I noticed our bedroom door closed and wondered why, rarely did my wife close it, especially when it was only the two of us at home. My belt undone, shirt in hand as I opened the door.
I was sure my eyes bugged out, my shirt dropping from my hands, right there on our bed I saw my wife bent over, her beautiful ass facing me, with high heels on no less. I wasn't sure just who she was leaning over, but it definitely was a male figure. I stood there watching, not sure what to do next.
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Just as I was about to enter our bedroom, to step in and see what the hell was oging on, the phone rang. I quietly walked into my study and answered the ringing line. It was the office, major emergency and even though I was the CEO, I woul dhave to leave town for the holiday to oversee the problem and help with resolution.
I opted to leave and call my wife later, leaving her to her fun. I got dressed in the same clothes, picked up another brownies, my briefcase and walked out of the house.
Just as I was about to enter our bedroom, to step in and see what the hell was oging on, the phone rang. I quietly walked into my study and answered the ringing line. It was the office, major emergency and even though I was the CEO, I woul dhave to leave town for the holiday to oversee the problem and help with resolution.
I opted to leave and call my wife later, leaving her to her fun. I got dressed in the same clothes, picked up another brownies, my briefcase and walked out of the house.
playing with Mikey was just too easy. so she couldn't resist it when he fell back on the bed. she just had to give him a show. she ate the brownie with relish, watching him watch her quick tongue dart out to catch a crumb. she bent over to give him a full view of her enhanced cleavage as she picked crumbs from his tight little chest. she loved the feel of his hard muscles rippling under his flimsy shirt.
she crawled up over him, pinning him where he lay. just as she was leaning close she jumped and said "did you uhear that?" his eyes went wide and she chuckled as she looked over her shoulder and saw the door swinging. she didn't remember closing it so she felt silly worrying about it now. she looked down at his stiffening member straining at his pants. she smiled and whispered "well, i think it's time for a drink!" with that, she jumped off of him, giving him a wicked panty shot . she looked back over her shoulder and said "rum and coke? i won't tell if you don't!"
ooc: i know, i'm a tease
she crawled up over him, pinning him where he lay. just as she was leaning close she jumped and said "did you uhear that?" his eyes went wide and she chuckled as she looked over her shoulder and saw the door swinging. she didn't remember closing it so she felt silly worrying about it now. she looked down at his stiffening member straining at his pants. she smiled and whispered "well, i think it's time for a drink!" with that, she jumped off of him, giving him a wicked panty shot . she looked back over her shoulder and said "rum and coke? i won't tell if you don't!"
ooc: i know, i'm a tease
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Mikey almost felt the digging of manicured fingernails into his chest. His heart almost jumped into his mouth as she said "Did you hear that?" As she lifted herself from the bed, he scrambled to get off of it, crumbs falling to the ground. He had a man hardon, but it was almost as much from being caught as it was by her (and that meant a lot!). He wiped his brow and made sure his shirt was tucked into his jeans. He straightened his shirt, inadvertently giving Mrs. Harrison -- Joy -- a better look at his tight chest against his white shirt. He looked up at her, as she smiled. "Rum and coke?" Part of him hoped the liquor cabinet was downstairs. Part of him hoped it was in this room. Part of him wanted to throw her on the bed, rip off her clothes, and fuck her for the rest of their lives. He heard the phone ring, a briefcase slamming, and sounds of someone walking out the door.
"Yes... a rum and coke would be fine. Joy."
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"Yes... a rum and coke would be fine. Joy."
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I passed Dad pulling away from the house. Something must've called him away suddenly. Beyond the normal, an additional car was in front of the house. Mike must have already arrived. I'm sure he brought the brownies, and we were going to be able to follow through on coach's instructions. I opened the door, and heard noises from upstairs. I took off my shoes, and creeped upstairs to see if I could see something interesting.
joy skipped down the hall in her spikey heels like a schoolgirl. she made a beeline for the bar in the family room. she always had good rum, a great mixer. she made up a couple of stiff drinks (testing to ensure quality) and swished her trim hips back and forth as she came back with her hands full.
she sat down practically right in Mikey's lap and leaned in close as she gave him his drink. her tight cleavage loomed out of the corner of his eye and she seized his arm pressing her rack up against it. sipping on her drink she eyed his growing bulge. he looked like a a well endowed young man. seducing him was going to be fun. she threw her leg over his and grabbed his earlobe in her teeth, pulling slightly. she breathed in his ear and nudged his hand higher up her thigh.
her skirt was short and she was wearing thigh highs that needed no garters. she knew her long legs were stunning. when she walked in the supermarket she'd gotten more than a few husbands in trouble, and met many a boyfriend the same way.
she wrapped her leg around his trapping him where he sat. drink in hand he couldn't fight her. she perked up again, thinking she heard something else. maybe someone was home. oh well. if it were her husband he'd have come in already, and she frankly didn't care if her son saw her. she'd always been a bit of an exhibitionist and her son had shown so many friends of his how to spy on her.
she sat down practically right in Mikey's lap and leaned in close as she gave him his drink. her tight cleavage loomed out of the corner of his eye and she seized his arm pressing her rack up against it. sipping on her drink she eyed his growing bulge. he looked like a a well endowed young man. seducing him was going to be fun. she threw her leg over his and grabbed his earlobe in her teeth, pulling slightly. she breathed in his ear and nudged his hand higher up her thigh.
her skirt was short and she was wearing thigh highs that needed no garters. she knew her long legs were stunning. when she walked in the supermarket she'd gotten more than a few husbands in trouble, and met many a boyfriend the same way.
she wrapped her leg around his trapping him where he sat. drink in hand he couldn't fight her. she perked up again, thinking she heard something else. maybe someone was home. oh well. if it were her husband he'd have come in already, and she frankly didn't care if her son saw her. she'd always been a bit of an exhibitionist and her son had shown so many friends of his how to spy on her.
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Mikey practically floated down the hallway behind this sensual siren. Her hips swung enchantingly, as he felt that familiar feeling her savored as he saw her seeing him at the pool. He sat on the family room chair, watching her... drinking her in as she mixed the rum. The next thing he knew, he had a cold drink in one hand, and a hot thigh on another. Her breasts pressed firmly into his arm, and he could feel her pert nipples against his muscular biceps. Her teeth bit into his ear, and he let out a small moan. He returned the favor, his hand slowly moving up her skirt. He was wonderfully surprised at how short it was, and caressed her inner thighs at the top of her stockings. His other hand held the drink, but he was less interested in the alcohol than her breasts. He pressed the back of his fingers against her nipple, pressing the cold glass against the tip. Feeling a little bolder, he turned the glass to press against her bosom, and turned his head to give her the inexperienced earnest kiss of a young man. Meanwhile, his other hand felt a warm fabric at the tip of his fingers...
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OOC: Andrea (Andy) Harriman, 19
shoulder blade-length blonde hair, bright green eyes
5'6'', 120 lbs, 36C
freshman at the Art Institute of Seattle, photography student
IC: Andy pulled up right behind her brother's car in her beaten-up purple pickup truck. Shit, looks like I'm the last one here. Again. As always. She hopped out of the truck, suitcase in one hand, camera bag in the other. She closed the truck door by bumping it with her round ass. Her blue tee shirt contrasted beautifully with her pale skin, the consequence of living in Seattle, and her blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun.
As she stepped up to the door, she wondered vaguely who the other car belonged to and whether or not she had already been told this bit of information and had just forgotten it. She put the camera around her neck and opened the door, stepping inside the foyer and yelling, "Hey everyone! Your favorite daughter slash sister is home!"
shoulder blade-length blonde hair, bright green eyes
5'6'', 120 lbs, 36C
freshman at the Art Institute of Seattle, photography student
IC: Andy pulled up right behind her brother's car in her beaten-up purple pickup truck. Shit, looks like I'm the last one here. Again. As always. She hopped out of the truck, suitcase in one hand, camera bag in the other. She closed the truck door by bumping it with her round ass. Her blue tee shirt contrasted beautifully with her pale skin, the consequence of living in Seattle, and her blonde hair was pulled back in a messy bun.
As she stepped up to the door, she wondered vaguely who the other car belonged to and whether or not she had already been told this bit of information and had just forgotten it. She put the camera around her neck and opened the door, stepping inside the foyer and yelling, "Hey everyone! Your favorite daughter slash sister is home!"
after two false starts, joy was a little hesitant to believe that someone was really home. but she had heard her daughter's voice loud and clear. she was back from art school. joy pouted at Mikey secretly so as to let him know she wouldn't forget him.
she sat herself in an open chair just as andy walked in and jumped up again to give her daughter a big hug hello. she smiled broadly at her bright young daughter and said "well, i expect you've discovered alcohol by now if you'd wanted to, so you can have a drink if you like, did you see the brownies Mikey brought?"
ooc: maybe it's just my family but we all get tanked at thanksgiving, legal or not!
she sat herself in an open chair just as andy walked in and jumped up again to give her daughter a big hug hello. she smiled broadly at her bright young daughter and said "well, i expect you've discovered alcohol by now if you'd wanted to, so you can have a drink if you like, did you see the brownies Mikey brought?"
ooc: maybe it's just my family but we all get tanked at thanksgiving, legal or not!
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You could almost see the little cloud of smoke rising from Mikey's hair -- you know, like when a woman kisses a man, his temperature rises, and his eye become nice a big. There was something nice and big on Mikey, and though he did his best to hide it, how, exactly *could* you hide it? He was glad he had a moment to pause. How could Joe stand it? He must have had blue balls 24x7!! He hid the thought in his mind that Joe was so damn happy at school because he was fucking goddess of a Mother every morning -- and that Mikey was the sacrafice for tonight's Thanksgiving feast.
As Joy walked towards to the door to greet Andrea, Mikey took the moment to adjust... his particulars. His cock had enlarged and was quite noticable at the angle it was in his jeans. As he touched it (through his boxers, mind you), he let out a hesistant gasp at how sensitive it now was. Joy, of course, took this moment to turn her head and smile at him. Turning almost, but not quite, as red as the wanting thing in his pants, Mike joined Joy in greeting Andy.
Andy was as beautiful as her mother. Oh, sure, Mike briefly saw her when he was a freshman visiting Joe. She'd occasionally give him a knowing smile, then pucker her lips into an O and lick her finger in a certain way. He then reminded himself that he didn't want to know the laws about statuatory rape the hard way -- and indeed, hard he was.
He next found himself on the couch, sitting between the two wonderful ladies. They were eating the brownies (with that special ingredient Grandmother always used), alternating a taste of the dessert with a sip of alcohol. He especially noticed how Joy was eating hers -- with the occasional eye contact and licking of lips. It seemed than an unusual number of crumbs were falling from her brownie, and that she was making an especially careful effort to accidentally have them land on his chest, stomach, and jeans.
OOC: Feel free to rewrite the last paragraph. I *am* looking forward to the "scene under the table" when the family sits down for Thanksgiving...
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As Joy walked towards to the door to greet Andrea, Mikey took the moment to adjust... his particulars. His cock had enlarged and was quite noticable at the angle it was in his jeans. As he touched it (through his boxers, mind you), he let out a hesistant gasp at how sensitive it now was. Joy, of course, took this moment to turn her head and smile at him. Turning almost, but not quite, as red as the wanting thing in his pants, Mike joined Joy in greeting Andy.
Andy was as beautiful as her mother. Oh, sure, Mike briefly saw her when he was a freshman visiting Joe. She'd occasionally give him a knowing smile, then pucker her lips into an O and lick her finger in a certain way. He then reminded himself that he didn't want to know the laws about statuatory rape the hard way -- and indeed, hard he was.
He next found himself on the couch, sitting between the two wonderful ladies. They were eating the brownies (with that special ingredient Grandmother always used), alternating a taste of the dessert with a sip of alcohol. He especially noticed how Joy was eating hers -- with the occasional eye contact and licking of lips. It seemed than an unusual number of crumbs were falling from her brownie, and that she was making an especially careful effort to accidentally have them land on his chest, stomach, and jeans.
OOC: Feel free to rewrite the last paragraph. I *am* looking forward to the "scene under the table" when the family sits down for Thanksgiving...
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Andy hugged her mother and snatched a brownie and a wine glass, filling the latter to the brim, off the counter, then snuggled next to Mikey, whom she hadn't seen since she had turned 18, nearly two years ago.
As Andy sat eating her brownie, she admired Mikey's body through his clothes. She spotted the slight outline of an erection in his pants, the knowing looks her mother launched him, and the number of crumbs that were falling onto his lap. She put it all together, and decided to have a little fun with her deduction.
She smiled at her mom as she placed one hand on Mikey's washboard stomach and crossed one of her legs over the other, hooking it with Mikey's. She laughed slightly as he seemed to tremble beneath her touch, or perhaps it was her mother's gaze that frightened him. "So, mom. Do you already have your claws in this one, or is Mikey up for grabs?" she asked, moving her fingers lightly over his chest.
As Andy sat eating her brownie, she admired Mikey's body through his clothes. She spotted the slight outline of an erection in his pants, the knowing looks her mother launched him, and the number of crumbs that were falling onto his lap. She put it all together, and decided to have a little fun with her deduction.
She smiled at her mom as she placed one hand on Mikey's washboard stomach and crossed one of her legs over the other, hooking it with Mikey's. She laughed slightly as he seemed to tremble beneath her touch, or perhaps it was her mother's gaze that frightened him. "So, mom. Do you already have your claws in this one, or is Mikey up for grabs?" she asked, moving her fingers lightly over his chest.
Something seemed different with Andrea. She was flirting shamelessly with Mike.
"What's gotten into you, sis?"
The two of us had taught each other how to kiss. She always joked and kidded, but it had never progressed beyond that. Whatever was in those brownies would soon be working, but this was too soon. This was entirely her doing.
"What's gotten into you, sis?"
The two of us had taught each other how to kiss. She always joked and kidded, but it had never progressed beyond that. Whatever was in those brownies would soon be working, but this was too soon. This was entirely her doing.
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Andrea winked at Joe. "Nothing's wrong with me, big brother. I'm just happy to be home, is all." she said as she got up and hugged her much taller brother, perhaps squeezing herself against him a bit harder or longer than usual.
Andy had met many interesting people in school and they had taught her a lot about sex, especially how to be open about it. She was no longer the shy little schoolgirl she was when she left for college. Since then, she had been with many boys and girls alike, some at the same time. She had learned new tricks and, it seemed, was always eager to try them out.
Andy had met many interesting people in school and they had taught her a lot about sex, especially how to be open about it. She was no longer the shy little schoolgirl she was when she left for college. Since then, she had been with many boys and girls alike, some at the same time. She had learned new tricks and, it seemed, was always eager to try them out.
My cock moved slightly as I hugged my sister tightly. Perhaps the plans would be easier to achieve than I had anticipated.
I looked down at Andrea's bust, which was much fuller than in the pictures.
"Looks like we both have something to be thankful for."
I looked down at Andrea's bust, which was much fuller than in the pictures.
"Looks like we both have something to be thankful for."
joy hadn't responded to andy's jibe, letting it linger in the room a moment. joe and andy had always bantered and it wasn't a surprise today. joy knew that joe must have been nervous inviting mikey to a dinner with both his mom and his sister. she wasn't sure where rob was, but if he didn't come home soon she was going to have to serve dinner anyway.
she got up, stretching languidly. she loved showing off because she knew it would turn on mikey, and probably piss of her kids. they'd given her enough grief, it was her turn to fuck with them! she rested her hand on her ass as she stretched over the endtable to refill her drink. mikey should be able to see all the way up her skirt, with just a tiny patch of darkness to hide her assets, was she wearing underwear? her little black garters dared someone to unsnap them, invitingly tight, straining to be free.
ooc: sorry so late, this ok?
she got up, stretching languidly. she loved showing off because she knew it would turn on mikey, and probably piss of her kids. they'd given her enough grief, it was her turn to fuck with them! she rested her hand on her ass as she stretched over the endtable to refill her drink. mikey should be able to see all the way up her skirt, with just a tiny patch of darkness to hide her assets, was she wearing underwear? her little black garters dared someone to unsnap them, invitingly tight, straining to be free.
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I was sitting between the two most beautiful women I'd seen in my life, when the next thing I felt was a hand touch and feel me -- and it wasn't Joy's. With Andy's interruption, I felt this time less relief than an admitted resentment, as my cock squirmed within my pants. Joe and Andrea began to flirt right in front of me, as Andrea pressed herself against my friend. Oh sure, he *did* tell me of how sexy a thing she was, so I couldn't exactly blame him for holding her a little *too* tight. Wait -- did I just see him touch her ass the way I *thought* he did?? And speaking of *ass*, god, Joy had a fine one. I could hardly bend over without Joe noticing (hell, with my hardon, I could hardly bend over), but Joe seemed to be concentrating a *bit* too much on his younger sister (or at least her rack). As I was in a rather fortunate position, I could fondle and touch the two women, to return the touch they gave me on my chest. Careful to avoid touching Joe's hands, I placed my hand on Andrea's skirt and began to rub, slowly. My other hand found Joy's ass, and also began to touch. I caressed her through her skirt, and she leaned forward, exposing her fine bottom. I could feel her actual skin, and my palm made circles around her buttocks. My fingers travelled under her garter, and I touched her silk stockings. My hand then moved upwards. I wasn't able to see if she wore any underwear, but I would find out soon enough.
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