She pulled a pin out of her hair and opened the lock. She seemed relaxed, almost serene, and we chatted as if we hadn't had a chance to talk in ages. She was only vaguely aware that something was occuring on her thigh, just above her knee, when she felt his hand pressing against the inner surface, forcing it to slide apart, widdening her. He sensed him before her, kneeling before her. There was my beautiful baby sister, smooth and tan and naked, and one of the best-looking young men I have ever seen. Gisele sat on the edge of the tub rubbing my neck with her talented fingers until I could feel the tension ease down my arms and dissipate into the hot swirling water. This attack, this assault on her senses had truly reduced her to an animal with only a single need, a single hunger. The feel of her firm young boobs was wonderful and the dress, stretched tight across the back of my hand, a sensory bonus. The scene on the bed made my heart stop and my cock stiffen. The powerful jets pummeled my flesh and felt exquisite.