Mel's head turned my way for a split second, and I was starting to think that I was right about my sibling messing with me. She gave the mystery man a quick, friendly hug, then slowly crossed the distance between us. Mel took slow steps as her eyes locked onto mine. Her loose, frilly skirt swished with each step, threatening to reveal more of her fishnet-coated legs. Her black leather top left most of her tight stomach exposed while pressing and lifting her small breasts in a way that made them rival any of her sister's marvellous mounds. The fishnet that covered her legs also ran over her stomach, chest,...