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A gift for Jackson Jones | dreamlover2 | 3

 

Jackson gasped. This was just too weird. It couldn’t have anything to do with what he was thinking could it? Could this be with what happened last night? Well, she had returned the carton to the fridge when he had thought she ought to - and she never did that normally. But surely that was just coincidence. And why did she stay bending over like that? Had she really responded to his thought that he could watch her ass all day? And how could he explain his parents’ bizarre responses?

Still not sure if this was caused by him or not, Jackson decided eventually that there was no use looking a gift horse in the mouth or in the ass, at least and he should just enjoy the view surreptitiously for as long as it lasted. He continued to stare at his sister’s butt as did his parents, he notice as he slowly finished his breakfast.

A nagging thought at the back of Jackson’s mind, continued to tell him that staring at his sister like this was sick; but offered up on a platter like this, he just could not resist. He squirmed in his seat, desperate to relieve his raging hard-on. In fact, if his parents weren’t there, Jackson thought, he could happily jerk off all over his sister’s shapely ass and thighs.

“Well, I’d better get going,” said Jackson’s father, getting to his feet. “I’ll be late for work.”

“Yes,” agreed his wife, following him to the door and giving him a peck on the cheek. “And I think I’ll go and do some things in the other room, so that Jack can jerk off over his sister’s ass.”

Jackson was mortified.

“I wasn’t really gonna…” he began.

“Of course, dear,” replied his mother, reassuringly. “But would you mind putting away the breakfast things after you’ve finished.”

That's interesting, Jackson thought. I wonder what made her do that?

"Have a good day kids," his father said, interrupting his chain of thought. He kissed his wife. "See you tonight honey." He walked out of the kitchen, briefcase in hand. The front door opened with its usual screech as Jackson's father began his trip to work.

Jackson finished his cereal and stood up. He took the bowl to the sink, rinsed it out and set it on the counter. She had straightened up as he stepped out of the kitchen; Jackson glanced at his hazel-eyed sister. He approved of blue skirt, the blue blazer, and the white blouse that was her school uniform. His gaze lingered over the swell of her breasts beneath the blazer and blouse.

I wonder what size they are, Jackson thought. He shook his head. Like she would tell me. Or even show me. Jackson laughed at himself. I shouldn't be thinking about my sister that way.

 

Does she show him?


          Yes she does. And they're fabulous!

          Jessica's hottie best friend

 
 

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