Jody puffed on the last of the cigarette, then ground it out in the ashtray on the counter. She was wearing a pair of string bikini jockey shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt that was too small for her. It only came down to mid belly. If anyone had told her she looked sexy in such careless wear, she would have been astonished and would have changed immediately.

She was standing, actually half sitting against the kitchen counter, waiting for her muffins to finish heating up in the oven. It had been a long day and she was tired. They'd won the game with Markham, but she hadn't played as great a part as she'd thought she would. Maybe she WAS too short.

Mark came into the room for a beer. He glanced at her, then looked again carefully. "What you doing here, squirt?"

"Waiting for my muffin."

"Got a bun in the oven, huh?" he grinned.

"Ha, ha."

He opened the fridge and pulled out a cold beer. He watched her surreptitiously, his eyes sliding over her breasts and her legs. She had a dynamite little figure, he thought. Why had he never realized that before? Maybe it was that accidental sight of Keri jerking off that had brought the realization to him that his little sisters were girls, sexual creatures such as he'd preyed upon since he was twelve.

She turned and went over to the stove, then opened it and leaned over to grab her muffins one by one.

He stared at her ass, and the dark spot between her legs where her cunt lay. He imagined jamming a hard prick in there, then shook his head and left the room. What was with him anyway? She was just a kid! So was Keri! Of course, he'd fucked girls younger than them, but that was when he was younger. So what? he thought savagely. Why should they be off limits to him because of that?

Because, a dull voice answered, they're your sisters. He flopped down on the chesterfield, his eyes looking towards the hall and the kitchen. And what if they were? They were broads weren't they? They were cunt meat, fuck holes, pussys, twats, burgers, whores, holes, tight little asses ready for meat.