And then she paused, feeling a sneeze coming. A damned sneeze. Maybe it was because of the dust in the pillows, maybe it was allergies or maybe she was coming with something. Or maybe, as she would come to wonder later, was it just simply fate? Fate playing it's tricks. George didn't stop sliding against her pussy and kept pulling back further and further. He probably didn't know why his sister had stopped talking. Even if he had been staring into her face he likely wouldn't have seen the signs of her impending sneeze.

Just as her brother was pulling as far back as he had ever dared, with Leanna...