Sandy smiled, knowing what he had seen. Recalling that Tommy, too, had come close to being seduced by his sister, Sandy made certain her skirt swung out in case he peeked again.

"Julie went off bike riding with Richard," she said. "Didn't they invite you, Tommy?"

"Julie is always doing this to me," he said.

"Well, why don't you stay here and wait for them to come back? You can help me scrape paint."

"I guess so, Sandy," he said, looking at his feet. "What do you want me to do?"

"I'm getting tired," she replied, coming down the ladder. "Why don't you scrape awhile."

"Okay," he agreed.

Sandy looked at his pants and grinned. He had gotten enough of a peek under her dress to make his cock hard. She handed him the scraper, hoping that what she had in mind wouldn't shock the shit out of him. But if he was messing with his sister, too, he needed what she was ready to give him – her hot cunt!

Tommy went up the ladder, and Sandy stood at the base looking up at him. He wore jogging shorts, and his thighs were smooth and hairless. When he started scraping, her eyes fixed upon his small ass and Sandy pressed her hand against her cunt.

She stepped up on the two bottom rungs of the ladder and placed her hands on his thighs. She felt Tommy tremble but he didn't look down at her. He began to scrape paint furiously. Sandy knew she could do it now.

Tommy wouldn't make a sound.

She stroked his thighs, moving her fingers to the edges of his shorts. Her eyes blazed with hunger as she placed her palms on the cheeks of his ass, outside his shorts. She began to feel his ass, squeezing his ass checks. Tommy gasped, but remained still, trembling as her hands fondled him. She slipped one hand underneath his shorts, finding the leg of his jockey shorts.