The last few days had been heaven for her. She was so excited by the way she and Billy had been fucking, that she hadn't even been tempted to slip into Room 120 and check out the occupants of the adjoining room. Just thinking about the boy caused shivers of lust to race up her spine.

Now, as she turned to get the napkins and silverware for the dinner table. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the kitchen window, and she thought: Oh dear! Don't I look a sight! I'd better go change and fix my hair before Jack gets here.

Hurriedly, she left the kitchen and walked down the hall toward her bedroom. But on the way, she heard Cindy giggling mysteriously in her bedroom. The door to the bedroom was closed, but Sally stopped in front of it to listen for a moment.

"Oooh – Billy! Where did you learn that?" More giggles.

"C'mon, Cindy! It'll make you feel real, real good! I promise!"

"Billy – don't!"

"Don't worry. I'll let you see mine, if you let me see yours!"

Sally was enraged. The boy was corrupting his little sister, and she knew she had to put a stop to it. She turned the handle on the door, and it opened a crack. But the two teens were so involved in what they were doing, they didn't notice her.

Sally was about to barge in on them, angry words on the tip of her tongue, when the sexiness of the situation hit her full force. She stood as if rooted to the floor.

Cindy was shaking her head "no" at her big brother, her golden hair shimmering in sparkling waves down her back. But Billy had a firm hold on the bottom of her T-shirt and was yanking up on it.

"Aw, c'mon, Cindy. What's the big deal? We used to take baths together."

Cindy giggled. "That was a long time ago."