Sarah pulled her younger sister close and ran a hand along her red lace bra, brushing it across one of her petite breasts and searching for its nipple.

Emma leaned forward, eager to kiss her.

"First things first," Sarah said, reaching around Emma and grasping at the clasps on her lingerie. A few clicks and snaps, and the small red garment was off and fell to the floor. It was immediately followed by Sarah's.

"That's more like it," Emma said, pulling close to Sarah and smiling as her older sister lowered her head to her neck, kissing softly.

Mike's brain was desperately trying to reboot, the voice having hard-locked and...