Seeing SisChapter 2
Several hours later, at the dinner table, I still couldn’t face my sister and Cindi. Not that I was embarrassed, but I couldn’t help seeing them in my mind as they had looked sitting naked on Donna’s bed, rubbing their pussies, and using me to fuel their masturbatory fantasies. “What’s the matter, Luke?” Mom asked. “Don’t you like the roast? I thought it was your favorite.” I realized that I’d been sitting there without eating my dinner. I had just pushed it around while I kept staring at...