Tommy stiffened and groaned in anguish. "Ooooh, she's being naughty, Tommy!" Debby squealed.

"The bitch!" he muttered.

"You gonna beat him up, Tommy?" asked Debby, getting really excited by the prospect of a confrontation.

"Naw," Tommy growled. "It ain't his fault if she lets him foci her up, is it? I'll break up with her, though, if she goes any farther. I'll can the bitch!"

In fact, Tommy would have very much liked to beat up Harry. But Harry was bigger than he was, and played a mean game of football, and Tommy figured he would lose if he started a fight.

Harry slid his hand down, then up again, inside Rebecca's sweater. She wasn't wearing a bra. She never did, as he recalled. He didn't think she even owned one.

"Ummmmmm, that's nice," she purred, rubbing sinuously and cat-like against his caressing hand.

Her nipples felt like high-caliber bullets as Harry rolled them between his thumb and fingers and pulled gently. He ran a finger up through her deep cleavage, where her heavy tits rolled together. She placed her hand over his, holding him tightly to her tits. Leaning closer, she flicked her tongue against his lips, then kissed him. They kissed lightly, at first, then more passionately, grinding their mouths together. Rebecca pushed her tongue into his mouth and Harry sucked on it. His own tongue entwined with hers, like serpents mating in a moist cavern. Lips together, they French kissed ardently, swapping spit.

Tommy gnashed his teeth. He was wildly jealous and angry, but he was also getting horny as hell. Jealousy was a powerful aphrodisiac. His cock was stiffening and swelling.

He was also aware of the fact that his sister's nipple was exploding hi his palm. The wagon rolled, and he gave her tit a tentative squeeze. It was real naughty to be feeling his sister up, he thought, but she did have adorable tits!

"Maybe you ought to kiss me, huh?" Debby suggested.