Towards the end, he noticed his crotch was getting warmer. He tried to ignore it. With her hair sexily wet and smelling of fresh rosemary-mint, Jess's attractiveness was getting to him again.

He wondered what it would be like if he'd had an ugly sister. Would he feel the same way? No point in wishing for the impossible. Without meaning to, he glanced down for another peak at her barely clad body and...

"Jess!!!" he cried.

She had leaned her head forward into him as he straddled her. Her face was millimeters from his denim-covered crotch. Her mouth was open and she was panting warm breath into the fabric over...