"Wait," Julie hissed, lifting Carol's face. "Wait, Carol. Let me get out of my things."

With burning eyes, Carol slumped on the couch, watching her sister stand and peel her clothing from her slender body hurriedly. She parted her legs wide, rubbing at her own cunt, unashamed that Julie was watching her. Carol sobbed softly as she pulled the crotch of her panties hard into her cunt, the hairy lips swelling out around the panties. She twisted and writhed her ass.

The more clothing Julie removed, the hotter Carol's eyes became. She stared hungrily at the shapely, flawless tits, at the light-brown nipples standing out so sweetly. Her eyes followed the dropping skirt and fixed upon the fan-shaped hair that almost concealed the pink, wet lips of Julie's pussy. She could see the tip of Julie's clitoris protruding, glistening beads of wetness clinging to the soft cunt hair. Naked, Julie stood proudly, her tits aiming high, her hips twisting sensuously, watching as Carol ran her own hands along the inner surface of her thighs, over her pantied cunt, up to her swollen tits.

"Julie," Carol hissed hotly. "Oh, Julie!"

"I know, Carol," Julie replied in a husky voice. "God, I know what it's like."

"I've never felt so ready, so hot," Carol sobbed softly.

Julie's eyes took in the soaked condition of Carol's panties. Carol was seeping so much the curvy cheeks of her ass gleamed, the insides of her thighs slippery with juices. Carol jerked the crotch of her panties to one side, a small tearing sound coming from them. Julie sucked in a long, excited breath of air as she gazed upon her sister's cunt. Carol's clitoris spilled out from the hair-lined lips, throbbing visibly. The thick hair swirled along the lips and stopped just before dipping into the crack of Carol's ass.