My white-haired sister had the side of her face resting on my lap, and I could feel my cock grow and press against her cheek. Mel wiggled a few times—as if getting comfortable—which urged my growing erection on. Once, when Emily wasn't looking, I even saw Mel look up to me and yawn. The opening of her mouth right above the growing bulge in my shorts.

I was starting to learn how much Mel loved teasing the shit out of me.

"You guys look cosy," Erica sauntered into the room in a pair of black denim shorts, fishnet stockings, and a modified band t-shirt with a swooping neckline that displayed...