There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over 18-years-old.

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By divine intervention, thank you Jesus for my sister, for my mother, and for this bagful of money.

By divine intervention, Jason finally received an answer to his prayers and finally got his wish. He found and was now in possession of a lot of money, a whole bagful of money, more money than he had ever seen in one place and at one time in his entire life. He already knew how he'd spend it. Yet, now that his prayers had been answered and his dream was his reality, he had to think about how to put his incestuous plan in motion to make his sexual fantasies come true.

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Twenty-year-old, Jason, was tired of dreaming about and incestuously sexually lusting over his 23-year-old sister, Jennifer. He always imagined her undressing in front of him. Wondering what she looked like in her sexy underwear, without her bra, and without her wearing any clothes, he was sexually frustrated dreaming about her in her panties and bra, topless, and naked. Tired of endlessly masturbating over his sister, he had the same sexy dreams and the same sexual fantasies over and again. Rather wanting to experience his sexual fantasies for real, he was tired of dreaming and sexually fantasizing about having sex with his sister's beautiful, naked body.

It no longer worked to dream about feeling her naked breasts and fingering her nipples. It no longer worked to dream about squeezing her naked ass, rubbing her clit, and fingering her pussy. How many times could he possibly masturbate over his sister while wondering what it would feel like for her to stroke his cock while sucking his cock? How many times could he masturbate while wondering what it would feel like to make love to his sister before fucking his sister? How many times could he have the same sexy dreams and the same sexual fantasies without acting on any of them? Dreaming of his sister was so sexually frustrating and he was so sexually frustrated.

No longer sexually satisfying, it wasn't enough to masturbate while imagining Jennifer slowly and seductively removing her blouse, her skirt, her bra, and her panties. It wasn't enough to masturbate while imagining having sex with his big, sister's naked body. Tired of masturbating and pretending he was seeing his sister naked and having sex with her in a dream or in his sexual fantasy, he wanted to experience the real thing. He needed to have sex with his sister for real now.

As much as he needed to see her naked, he needed to touch her, feel her, kiss her, and fondle her naked body. As much as he wanted to touch, feel, and fondle her naked, body, he wanted her to touch, feel, and fondle his naked body too. As much as he wanted his sister to see him naked, he wanted to see his sister naked too. He wanted to have sex with his sister. He wanted to lick and fuck his sister while she sucked and fucked him.

Instead of just in a dream and/or in a sexual fantasy, he wanted to actually see his sister stripping herself naked in front of him instead of just in a dream. As much as he tried, with him having not seen any part of his sister's beautiful, naked body, it was impossible for him to imagine his sister in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. As much as he tried, it was impossible for him to imagine himself having sex with his sister. As much as he imagined fucking her mouth and fucking her pussy, it wasn't nearly the same as her really sucking him and really fucking him.

Just as he was tired of sexually fantasizing over having sex with his sister, he was tired of sexually fantasizing over having sex with his 46-year-old mother, Jessica, too. No longer sexually satisfying, it wasn't enough to masturbate while imagining her removing her dress, her slip, her bra, and her panties. It wasn't enough to masturbate while imagining having sex with his mother's naked body. Tired of masturbating and pretending he was seeing his mother and having sex with her in a dream, he wanted to experience the real thing. He wanted and needed to know what it truly felt like to experience his mother sexually. He needed to know what it felt like to touch her, hold her, kiss her, and feel her in a sexual way.

In the same, sexual way he felt about his sister, he felt about his mother too. Instead of just in a dream and/or in a sexual fantasy, he wanted to watch his mother stripping herself naked instead of just watching her undress herself in a dream. As much as he tried, with him having not seen any part of his mother's mature, naked body, it was impossible for him to imagine his mother in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. As much as he tried, it was impossible for him to imagine himself having sex with his mother.

Just once, if only nothing more than fodder for masturbation, he'd love to see his sister without her clothes. Just once, if only nothing more than fodder for masturbation, he'd love to see his mother without her clothes too. As much as he'd love to see his sister naked, he'd love to see his mother naked too.

As much as he'd love to have sex with his sister, he'd love to have sex with his mother too. As much as he'd love to have sex with his sister or his mother, a sexual fantasy come true, he'd love to have sex with the both of them together. Yet, even more of an outrageous, sexual fantasy, before having an incestuous threesome with his sister and with his mother, he'd love to watch them having incestuous, lesbian sex with each other.

'That would be so hot to see,' he thought. 'That would be so hot to see them both stripping themselves or undressing one another naked while I watched and masturbated. That would be so hot to see them both standing there naked. That would be so hot to watch them kissing, French kissing, while holding one another and hugging one another.

Oh, my God, that would be so hot to watch them sexually touching one another. That would be so hot to watch them fondling one another's breasts, fingering one another's nipples, and sucking one another's nipples. That would be so hot to watch a daughter touch and feel her mother where a daughter should never touch and feel her mother. That would be so hot to watch a mother touch and feel her daughter where a mother should never touch and feel her daughter.'

Then, he imagined watching his sister licking and fingering their mother's pussy. Falling between her mature thighs, that would be so hot to watch his sister going down on their mother and eating their mother's cunt. He imagined watching his mother licking and fingering her daughter's pussy. Falling between her shapely thighs, that would be so hot to watch his mother going down on his sister and eating her daughter's cunt.

Not quite done yet, that would be so hot to watch his sister mount their mother. That would be so hot to watch his sister fuck their mother with a strap-on dildo. That would be so hot to watch his mother mount her daughter, his sister. just as that would be so hot to watch his mother fucking her daughter, his sister, with a strap-on dildo. Masturbating himself while sitting in a chair watching them having incestuous sex, before he participated in a threesome, he could just hear them having multiple orgasms now.

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By bribing them and enticing them with money was his only way to get what he so wanted. By bribing them and enticing them with money was his only way to see his sister and his mother naked. By bribing them and enticing them with money was his only way to have incestuous sex with their naked bodies.

He prayed to God every day to allow him to win the lottery. He prayed to God to somehow and in some way deliver him a cache of money. Money for sex and sex for money seemed like a fair exchange. With both his sister and mother loving money and with neither one of them having enough money, if ever he happened upon a lot of money, he'd be willing to pay his sister and/or his mother to have sex with him. Without a doubt, money for sex and sex for money was the answer to his prayers.

He prayed to God morning and night every day to allow him to win the lottery not to buy a new car, nice clothes, jewelry, to take trips, or to buy a big house. He prayed to God to allow him to win the lottery to have the wherewithal to entice his sister and/or his mother with money to strip off their clothes in front of him. He prayed to God to allow him to win the lottery so that he could entice them to have sex with him by giving them money, a lot of money. Before enticing them to have sex with him, he'd entice them to have sex with one another while he watched.

If he won a lot of money, money he would have freely and willingly given them anyway by splitting it three ways, instead, he wanted something in exchange. Instead of them just holding out their greedy hands and expecting him to give them money, instead of him just handing them money, he'd have them work for it. Willing to give them their fair share of his money, he'd want something in exchange for it. He'd want them to undress for it. He'd want them to give him sex for it. Instead of just handing them a third each of his lottery winnings, he'd give them money for sex.

Without a doubt, if his prayers were finally answered and he won a lot of money, he'd make not only his dreams come true but also he'd make his sister's and mother's dreams come true too. He'd make his incestuous, sexual dreams come true with sex by having sex with his sister and mother for money. He'd make their financial dreams come true by giving them money for sex.

By dangling the carrot of money in front of their greedy eyes, he'd have them satisfy his horny eyes first by stripping off their clothes and standing before him naked. He'd have his sister satisfy his horny hands by allowing him to sexually touch and feel her naked body where a brother should never sexually touch and feel his sister. He'd have his mother satisfy his horny hands by allowing him to sexually touch and feel her naked body where a son should never sexually touch and feel his mother. He'd have them both satisfy his horniness by agreeing to have sex with him.

Sex for money and money for sex, a fair exchange, the more sex they gave him, the more money he'd give them. Only, just as his chances of winning the lottery was astronomical, his chances of seeing his sister and mother without their clothes and having sex with their naked bodies was just as improbable. Nothing more than a pipe dream and a sexual fantasy, he was incestuously cursed and sexually relegated to masturbating himself again while imagining his sister and his mother naked and having sex with their naked bodies.

Just once, if only just once, he wished something good would happen. Just once, if only just once, he'd love to have a lucky day. Just once, if only just once, he'd like to know what it's like to live like a winner instead of always living like a loser. Just once, if only just once, he wanted to see his mother and his sister naked.

'That's all,' he thought. 'What's wrong with that? That's not a lot to ask for, is it?

Just once, if only just once, he wanted to have sex with their naked bodies. Yet, before having sex with them, he wanted to watch them having sex with each other. He wanted to watch them touching one another, feeling one another, and kissing one another. Then, after they licked one another's pussies and gave each other orgasms with their mouth and fingers, he wanted to have an incestuous threesome of arms and legs with his sister and mother.

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He remembered from the movie Beetlejuice, when summoning the Devil, he needed to repeat the Devil's name just three times for the Devil to magically appear. Being that incest and incestuous sex were well known activities from the Devil's personal playground, he wondered if he repeated what he wanted three times, if it would come true. Without offering a human sacrifice in an occult ceremony, he wondered if he could get his wish. Without naked witches holding candles while standing inside the middle of a pentagram, he wondered if he needed to say what he wanted out loud of if it was enough to just think what he wanted.

On his way home from a party, it was late. He looked around to see if anyone was around. There was no one. Strange for a Saturday night or for any night, the streets were stilly quiet for this dangerous neighborhood. All the druggies, drug dealers, hookers, rapists, thieves, and criminals must be busy doing their dirty, nasty business behind closed doors. Willing to try anything, even uttering it three times, he gave it a try.

"I want to see my sister, Jennifer, naked. I want to see my sister, Jennifer, naked. I want to see my sister, Jennifer, naked," repeated Jason.

Feeling foolish, he looked around to see if anyone had heard him talking to himself. Not wanting anyone to think he was drunk, crazy, or vulnerable enough to be a victim of a violent crime, he lowered his voice in case anyone was in earshot.

"I want to see my mother, Jessica, naked. I want to see my mother, Jessica, naked. I want to see my mother, Jessica, naked," repeated Jason.

In the way he looked around before, he looked around again. In this neighborhood with someone always out and about, oddly enough, no one was around. In the way that a hawk circles around looking for food, it's as if there was a police helicopter in the sky and all of the criminals were hiding like the rats and roaches that they are. It was as if a storm was brewing and every creature was indoors. He tried it again.

"I want to have sex with my sister, Jennifer. I want to have sex with my sister, Jennifer. I want to have sex with my sister, Jennifer. I want to have sex with my mother, Jessica. I want to have sex with my mother, Jessica. I want to have sex with my mother, Jessica. I want to watch my sister and mother have lesbian sex. I want to watch my sister and mother have lesbian sex. I want to watch my sister and mother have lesbian sex. I want to have threesome sex with my sister and mother. I want to have threesome sex with my sister and mother. I want to have threesome sex with my sister and mother," repeated Jason.

So strange for no one to one to be around any night, especially on a Saturday night, he looked around again for someone, anyone. As if there was a full moon, the street was ungodly quiet. As if a witch, a vampire, or the Devil himself was lurking about, it was so eerily unsettling. Now feeling foolish by repeating what he so wanted three times, saying it all, he went for broke.

"I want money, a lot of money. I want money, a lot of money. I want money, a lot of money," he said three times.

Expecting to somehow feel different, he didn't. Expecting something magically to happen with money falling from the sky, it didn't. Now he felt ridiculous. Now, he felt pathetic. Now he felt desperate. Now he felt like the incestuous fool that he was for wanting to have sex not only with his sister but with his mother too. What's wrong with him? Instead of wasting his time and his energy sexually lusting over his mother and sister, why can't he find a woman his own age, a woman who's not blood related to him?

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Then, as if his prayers had been answered, low and behold his very own, personal miracle, God or the Devil intervened to give him what he so prayed to receive and what he so wanted. Instead of winning the lottery, he happened upon the next best thing to a one-time, lottery, cash payout. With him only a few doors from his house, he suddenly heard police sirens off in the distance. Coming his way, as if a thunderstorm or a plume of smoke from a huge explosion, the sirens loomed closer. Nothing new in his bad neighborhood but as if the sirens were beckoning to arrest him, with him the only one walking about at this late hour, they loomed louder as they came closer.

'Fuck! Did someone call the cops on me as a suspicious character talking to himself while walking around so late in my own neighborhood? Just my luck, with the police never daring to come here without a warrant arrest raid and without the backup of SWAT, they're here now,' he thought.

Suddenly he feared being questioned, detained, arrested, forced to plead guilty, and taking a plea deal for something he didn't do. He imagined himself being party to the way that every resident was treated in his neighborhood whether they were white, black, Hispanic, guilty or innocent.

'I'm innocent was what every criminal uttered as they were ushered in the back of a police car. 'I've been framed. My lawyer is going to sue your ass for false arrest,' is what they all said when they didn't have a pot to pee in never mind having their own lawyer on retainer. 'I'm going to own you, your house, your car, and your dog,' is what they all said. They even quoted a line from a young, aspiring Al Pacino in the movie, Dog Day Afternoon, 'Attica! Attica! Attica!'

In this neighborhood, whenever Five-O was flying down the street with lights flashing and sirens blaring, especially at this late hour, before being falsely accused and arrested, he knew enough to stay hidden and out of their way. Obviously, not after him, the police were chasing someone else, thank God, a real criminal instead of someone out past the suggested curfew hour. Out of sight, he stood behind a tree to watch the driver of a car that raced passed him throw a paper bag out of his car window.

'Holy shit,' he thought. 'What the fuck is that?'

Launching the bag up and over the roofs of parked cars without spilling the contents, making a basketball swish without hitting any net, the bag landed right-side up on the sidewalk. He didn't know if the bag fell from Heaven or was puked up from Hell. As if perfectly placed by hand on the sidewalk and waiting for him to pick it up and take it home, the bag landed not far from him. Staying where he was, afraid to touch it, he watched the car screech around the corner and disappear with the police in hot pursuit not far behind.

'Was he out here alone? He didn't know,' he thought. With everyone in his neighborhood so sneaky, he had no way of knowing. 'Was that bag meant for someone else or for him by divine intervention? Was this a drive by drop off of drugs? Did anyone else see that bag flying through the air? Did anyone see him walking home while talking to himself?'

Now alone with the bag, unable to take his eyes off of it, he wondered what was inside of it. Maybe it was just a bag of trash or bloody clothes from a murder. Maybe it was a bomb, a ticking time bomb. Or, more likely, considering the neighborhood he was in, no doubt the bag contained drugs.

He slowly and carefully walked over to the bag. Looking around to make sure that no one was watching him, he squatted down to open the bag to look inside. Neatly rolled up, it was a stash of one-hundred dollar bills held by elastic bands. It was a bagful of money. He couldn't believe his eyes. Other than at the bank, he had never seen so much money in one place at one time. There were thousands of dollars, tens of thousands of dollars, and maybe even hundreds of thousands of dollars in cash.

"Holy shit! Thank you, Jesus," he said. "Thank you, Devil," he said looking down.

He looked up at the stars that twinkled in the sky. Perhaps one of those twinkling stars was for him. He just hoped the money was from God and not from the Devil. Not willing to give the Devil his soul for money just yet but, with what he was about to do in enticing his sister and/or mother for sex for money, his soul was already doomed.

Seemingly having prayed for it enough and having already made his wish every night while masturbating over his sister and over his mother naked while they gave him hot sex, he was given what he so wanted. He was given money, a bagful of money. Enough money was delivered him to tempt his sister and/or his mother to strip naked and give him incestuous sex. Unable to wrap his brain around it, he couldn't believe he had a bagful of money.
'Rich! I'm rich,' he thought to himself for no one to hear.

With a bagful of money, perhaps he could tempt and persuade his sister and/or his mother to do what he so wanted and hoped they'd do. With a bagful of money, maybe they'd agree to remove their clothes and undress right in front of him. With a bagful of money, maybe they'd have lesbian sex with one another while he watched. With a bagful of money, maybe they'd allow him to touch, feel, and fondle their beautiful, naked bodies. With a bagful of money, maybe they'd give him hot sex. With a bagful of money, maybe they'd agree to have a threesome.

Knowing how fond of money his sister was and how little money she had, he knew she needed to buy a car. Knowing how much his mother needed money to pay the bills, she'd never have to worry again. He hoped that sex for money and money for sex would sound as good to his sister and his mother as much as it sounded good to him.

Then, already bursting his bubble, maybe the bag contained counterfeit money. He didn't know. Maybe the money was stolen from a robbery and had a dye pack in it. He didn't know that either. Or more likely, explaining the sirens, the money was from a drug deal gone bad, a drug deal that just happened, or was just about to happen before the police intervened.

Yeah, definitely, without a doubt, in the way the money was wrapped, banded together, and placed in an innocuous paper bag, this was drug money. Yet, too bad for them. Whatever the money was and wherever it came from, this was his money now. Ready to pick it up and take it home with him, with possession nine tenths of the law, he wondered what the other tenth was. Nonetheless, he just hoped to God that no one saw him pick up the bag of money. He just hoped to God that it was real money and not counterfeit money. He just hoped to God that he wouldn't have a cloud or red dye in his room and all over his body.

He looked around to make sure no one was watching him. He picked up the bag. It was heavy, much heavier than he thought it would be. It felt like it weighed nearly ten pounds. With him never having had any money, he didn't realize that money could weigh that much. Then, he remembered someone telling him that one-million dollars in hundred-dollar bills weighed 22 pounds. He tucked the bag beneath his arm and nonchalantly walked away as if the paper bag and the money inside was his. Finders keepers.

Instead of walking up his front steps and entering his house through his front door as he always did, once off the sidewalk and out of sight, he ran down the alley and entered his house through the back door. From what he could see and what he hoped, no one saw him leave with the bag. He walked through the kitchen, bypassed the living room, and was ready to run up the stairs to his room. Only, as soon as about to go to his room, his sister called out to him.

"Jason? Is that you? Are you home?"

'Duh,' he thought.

With it obvious that he was home, he didn't answer her right away. He needed to think. Catching him by surprise, not expecting her to be home on a Saturday night, his sister was downstairs watching TV. He wondered why she was home. Strangely odd, she was never home on a Saturday night. Not wondering any more about his sister's Saturday night, date plans, he more wondered what she was wearing. Once he took care of the money, he couldn't wait to go downstairs to see his sexy sister.

With his mother gone for the weekend, he wondered if his sister was wearing her sexy nightgown without the modesty of wearing a robe. With her nightgown so short and so low cut, she'd no doubt give him unintentional down nightgown views of her tits and up nightgown views of her pussy. By far, that was his favorite nightgown she owned.

Even more than how short and low cut it was, her nightgown was sheer enough to clearly show the impressions her nipples and the shape that her big breasts made in the thin material. The nearly transparent material showed her dark shadow of brown, trimmed pubic hair and her ass crack too. Normally with their mother around denying him the sexual pleasure of seeing anything of his sister's hot body, she always was made to wear a robe over her nightgown whenever around him.

"I'll be down in a minute," he said from the front hallway.

With the money taking precedence over the lust he had for his sister, he was anxious to see if the money was real or counterfeit. He ran up the stairs two steps at a time, went in his room, and closed his bedroom door. Once in his room, he dumped the bag of money on his bed. So much money, my God, there was so very much money. How much money was there? He didn't know. He had no idea.

'Please let it be real and not counterfeit,' he prayed. 'Please let it be real and not counterfeit. Please let it be real and not counterfeit," he repeated three times as if saying a mantra.

He counted the rubber band wrapped rolls. There were sixty rolls of one-hundred dollar bills. He opened one roll and counted fifty, one-hundred dollar bills before checking the money with his counterfeit detection marker. Not counterfeit, the money was real. If each roll contained fifty, one-hundred dollar bills, then that's five thousand dollars in each roll.

"Oh, my God," he said for no one to hear.

Doing the math in his head, sixty times five is three-hundred. If each roll is five-thousand dollars and I have sixty rolls, then this was three-hundred-thousand dollars in one-hundred dollar bills. Without actually taking the time to count the money he dumped on his bed, just guesstimating at it, he had three hundred large. He had three-hundred big ones. He had three-hundred-fucking-thousand dollars in one-hundred dollar bills.

"Wow," he said for no one to hear. "I'm rich."

Now, hopefully, he could finally get what he wanted from his sister and possibly even from his mother. By giving them money, maybe they'd agree to remove their clothes in front of him. By giving them money, hopefully now he could see them both naked. By giving them more money, maybe now they'd agree to give him sex. By giving them even more money, maybe they'd agree to have lesbian sex with one another. By giving them money, maybe they'd agree to have a threesome. Sex for money and money for sex was the way of the world. Now that he had the money, he just needed to have the incestuous sex.

Glad that he was wearing cargo pants with extra, oversized pockets, he stuffed four, wrapped rolls in four different pockets, and stuffed the unwrapped roll of loose one-hundred dollar bills in his side pocket. Knowing he'd no doubt be needing the money in a little while, he threw his bedspread over the bag of money and went downstairs to see what his sister was wearing or wasn't wearing. He hoped she was wearing her nightgown without her robe.

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As if a pin burst his hope and deflated his sexual fantasy, when he came downstairs and walked in the living room, he was disappointed as soon as he saw his sister. Instead of her wearing her short, low cut, sheer, nearly see-through, sexy nightgown without a robe, Jennifer was wearing a button blouse and a short skirt. Her uniform of choice, when she wasn't wearing a low cut top with her short skirt, she wore tight jeans and a top.

He wondered what style and color bra she was wearing. He wondered what style and color panties she was wearing. With him overhearing her cell phone conversations to her girlfriends about them having gone out without wearing panties before, he wondered if she was even wearing panties now.

'Glad that she was, his sister was such a whore,' he thought.

She looked as if she was dressed to go out on a date. Not a total loss, he preferred her wearing a short skirt to her wearing tight jeans. Nonetheless, now he was preoccupied with and wanting to know if she was wearing panties beneath her short skirt.

Their mother was the keeper of his sister's non-existent morals and easy virtue. With her not around to keep a wary eye on him now, maybe he could finally see an up skirt view of his sister's panties or naked pussy. Thinking about her legs spread open wide with her feet wiggling in the air, he wondered about unmercifully tickling his sister. He imagined her with her skirt rising higher with her laughter. He imagined her inadvertently showing him her panty clad ass and pussy or, if she wasn't wearing panties, her naked ass and pussy.

'Wow,' he could only imagine his sister with her skirt nearly up to her waist while rolling around the floor laughing.

When not staring at her big breasts while imagining touching them, feeling them, fondling them, and sucking them, he stared at her full, red lips while imagining her blowing him. He imagined her staring up at him with her big, brown, beautiful eyes while sucking his cock. Obviously running in the family, just as his mother and grandmother had big tits and full, red lips, so didn't his sister.

He'd love nothing more than to stick his hard, hairy cock in his sister's mouth while fondling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples. In the same way he'd love to have his sister blow him and cum in her mouth, he'd love to have his mother suck his cock and cum in her mouth too. Now, suddenly, out of the clear blue, three generations of whores and cocksuckers, he thought about his grandmother giving him a blowjob too.

"You're home late," she said looking up at the clock.

He looked at his sister sitting on the couch with her hand over her knees to deny him an inadvertent flash of her panties. With her acting too modestly moral, he knew her better than that. Just as his mother was a whore, his sister was a whore too.

"Why are you home? You're never home. You're always out on dates," he said making quotation marks with his fingers of both of his hands when he said the word dates. "Did the drugstore run out of condoms?"

She gave him a cold, hard stare before blurting out her contempt of him.

"Fuck you," she said giving him a mean look before giving him a smile.

She got his joke. She had a fun sense of humor. Instead of being mad, she laughed. His sister was so pretty but when she smiled in the way she just did; she was even prettier.

"Sorry. I was just trying to cheer you up by getting you to smile. You're so much prettier when you smile," he said paying his sister a rare compliment.

He always thought of his compliments in regards to his sister but seldom verbalized them. Whenever he thought about complimenting his sister, he couldn't possibly verbalize the inappropriate sexual things that flooded his mind.

'God, my sister has such big tits. Jesus, my sister has such a nice ass. I'd love to spread her long, shapely legs and eat her pussy. I'd loved to tap that ass. She looks so hot in that tight, skimpy outfit. Damn, I can see her nipple through her blouse. Like mother like daughter, she has such big nipples.'

By the looks she gave him, she was always suspicious of his motives whenever he complimented her so he seldom did. With him never complimenting her unless he wanted something, she made a face.

"I can't help it if I'm popular," she said with a sexy laugh while tossing back her long, lush, brown, hair with a flip of her head.

As if she was getting ready to blow one of her many boyfriends or hopefully him by moving her hair out of the way, he loved it when his sister flipped back her hair in that sexy way. With him thwarted from seeing her panties or her pussy, he stared at the big impressions her breasts made in her blouse. Not that his sister needed a padded bra, she didn't, but with most bras sold today padded, he was unable to see the impressions his sister's nipples would have made through her bra and blouse. Not even giving him a glimpse of her cleavage, but for one unbuttoned button, her blouse was buttoned nearly all the way to her neck.

"So why are you home?"

She made a sour face and rolled her eyes.

"My date cancelled at the last minute. We were supposed to see a movie. He has the flu," she said. "Well, now that you're home, I'm going to bed," she said standing without parting her knees as if her knees were cemented together. "It's late and I'm tired."

He was touched that his sister waited up for him to make sure he got home safe.

"Thanks for waiting up for me," he said.

Undressing her with his eyes, he stared at her while thinking about offering his sister money to strip herself naked and have sex with him. He'd love nothing more to see his sister naked with a hundred-dollar bill placed on each of her nipples and another one placed on her pussy. She gave him a dirty look in response to his thanks for waiting up for him.

"I wasn't waiting up for you. I was on the phone and then I was watching a movie," she said. "Goodnight," she said.

Even though she was such a bitch, he still stared at the sexy shape her ass made in her skirt as she climbed the stairs. If judging her body by her breasts, by all the wet T-shirt contests she had won during Spring Break, not only did his sister have beautiful breasts, breasts that he had yet to see, she had a beautiful body too. The perfect package with a very pretty face, big tits, and a shapely ass, she had long, sexy, shapely legs too.

With him being the incorrigible pervert that he was, he was tempted to run up the stairs behind her and squat down on the stairs for an up skirt peek to see if she was wearing panties. Only, not wanting to be a total degenerate and not wanting to ruin his chances with her, he'd save his incestuous lust for a little later when confronting her with money. He turned off the television, turned down the heat, and turned off the lights.

To be continued...

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