Slipping into the shower behind her, his hands helped themselves to her ample breasts, lathering those luscious mounds with lavender shower gel. She moaned softly as he nibbled on her earlobe as the water rained down on them.
He ached to slip inside her and give them what they both desired; instead, he let his hands roam down her taut stomach and teased the little landing strip she sported.
Her body quivered with need, begging her to throw caution to the wind.
“We’d better stop. Mom and Dad will be home any minute.”
Together, they signed. Siblings left unfulfilled again.
