With her movements hidden by the noisy tap, Jane edged the curtain a little wider. With Terry slipped down in the tub, she could see exactly what her young sister was doing. The delicate lips of Terry's cunt were stretched back to reveal the pink, glistening lining inside. Her sister had wadded towels under her bottom to lift her pubes up out of the water while she played. And now Jane could show me exactly what her sex-crazed sister was using for lubrication. A squeeze bottle of hand lotion sat on the edge of the tub. As Jane watched, Terry squeezed a huge glop of lotion into the throbbing crevice between her young, tan thighs. Then she moaned softly as she spread the cream up and down the heated divide.

"Wow… yeah… ohhhhh, shit," she whimpered, her small fingers working the lotion deeper. Jane could see the inner petals sucking around her sister's knuckles as she plunged into her cunt. But Teresa could only push so far. Jane knew that she'd come up against resistance. Terry could only plunge so deep before she touched the very thing that their mother was trying to protect.

Jane had the strongest urge to touch her own tits. Her hands slipped up her smooth belly and trembled there below the heavy swells. "It's wrong…" she breathed… "I can't." She interlaced her fingers and held them before her almost as if she were praying.

In the tub, Terry had hooked one leg over the edge and slid down even further. Her pussy gaped, showing every detail of its makeup. The sparse blonde down that edged Terry's lips looked so delicate, so innocent. Jane licked her lips. How could her sister do this at such a young age when she herself had somehow resisted touching her own body through adolescence. But as the aching thrill jolted through her, Jane wondered about her decision to remain pure of mind and body. It had become a way of life to her and yet the obvious ecstasy on her young sister's face was undeniable. Did it really feel that good?