She noted the tent in my pants and said, “You still have a boner? I figured you two were taking so long in there that you must be having sex. Just the thought was making me horny.” She raised one hand to her right breast and lazily dragged her finger tips around the nipple, which was already erect and pressing on her gauzy blouse. She had a sultry expression on her flushed face as she pushed her lower lip between her teeth. She pushed herself forward in her chair and then I felt her shoeless foot push into my crotch. I was already aroused by my encounter with Donna in the kitchen. My cock surged harder and pushed back against Sylvia’s toes. She just smiled at my reaction.
The swinging-door from the kitchen burst open and Donna backed into the dining room with the platter and a gravy boat. Sylvia pulled her foot out of my crotch and sat up straight in her chair. When Donna turned around and saw the heat in Sylvia’s face, she gave her a withering stare and said simply, “Sylvi. Not now.” Donna looked at me and saw the same flushed face that I had left the kitchen with. She said, “I hope everyone is hungry.” She set the platter and gravy boat on the table and returned to the kitchen. She came right back with a bowls of steaming hot carrots and green beans.
The food was so good that conversation was sparse. My boner didn’t go away as I kept thinking about Donna’s bare pussy under her dress and Sylvia’s nipples continued to press against her blouse as she kept staring at me like I was on the menu. Donna noticed her sister’s attention and she turn to me and smiled.
When we finished, Donna said, “I think we should have dessert later. I ate too much.” Sylvia looked at me and I had that feeling that I was the dessert. We all assisted Donna on clearing the table as we carried stacks of plates, etc. to the kitchen. Donna asked me to go back to the study and she and Sylvia would join me when they had loaded the dishwasher. Before I got through the swinging-door, Donna lit into Sylvia. I didn’t linger to find out what they were bickering about. I was sure it was me. The only distinct thing I heard was, “He’s staying the night so just wait. Jesus, you can be insatiable. You always were. Chill out.”
We chatted about the town history and their family’s part in it. They both were enthusiastic and they talked over one another as each was anxious to tell a particular story about their grandparent or parents or themselves. Donna had already told me the summary but the details were interesting and I listened attentively.
Sylvia broached the subject of sex when they were both teenagers. She started to tell a story about ‘Timmy’ and Donna laughed and said, “Come on Sylvi, don’t tell that. That was so embarrassing.” Sylvia told it anyway. Timmy was a friend of Sylvia’s. He was younger than Sylvia and older than Donna. Donna really liked Timmy. He lived in the neighborhood and they had all been life-long friends. They were all in Sylvia’s bedroom and she suddenly lifted her shirt and showed Timmy her boobs, which were pretty big even then. Donna was as shocked as Timmy was. Sylvia explained that her goal was to get Timmy to show them his dick because she had shown him her boobs. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, kind of thing.
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