She punched the doorbell.

It seemed a long time before Julie opened the door.

"Carol! You know you don't have to ring that damned bell," Julie said as she looked, at her sister. "You've never done it before, why now?"

Carol shrugged her shoulders her straining tits moving in a tight way.

"Brad called that Bobby wasn't in school," she said, entering the house. "I wondered if he was ill or something."

Julie sat on the couch, her iced tea on the coffee table. "No, I had something for him to do. He'll be leaving in a few minutes. I just called the school."

Carol sat at the other end of the couch, feeling nervous. She felt her sister's eyes on her and wondered if Julie had known she was in the house earlier. A faint blush crept over her face, but not because of shame. It was because her cunt was still on fire, her emotions swimming about with erotic desire.

"You seem nervous, Carol," she heard Julie say. "Is anything wrong?"

"No," Carol said, hearing her voice quiver. "I have something on my mind."

"Want to talk about it?" Julie asked.

Carol looked her sister square in the eye. "I'd love to talk about it, Julie, but…"

"Hey, this is Julie," her sister said. "We don't have secrets from each other. We've always talked about things, Carol. It's a bit late to clam up now, don't you think?"

"It's kind of personal, Julie."

Carol wasn't sure, but she thought her sister's eyes had glanced at her full tits, then down at her thighs.

"Want some iced tea?" Julie offered.

"No, I'd…"