Her breasts hung invitingly near my face as she knelt above me and I sucked each one into my mouth, laving the nipples with my tongue until she moaned her appreciation. With one last glance at the door, she went into the sterile white bathroom and pulled her nearly dry bikini down from the shower rod. He stared awhile at her slim frame. She ignored them. 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. Soon the tan young guy stood up, and my sister's small hands began to unsnap and unzip his shorts. She bent forward to let my hand invade the top but balked when I tried to undo the buttons. With a small laugh of triumph she went inside. Pinning her hair up on her head, with a silent promise that she wouldn't get it wet this time. Hey! he called to her.