Don Scott

Incestuous neighbors

Ginger knew her brother was dying to use the bathroom, that's why she couldn't resist the urge to lay in the tub longer than she needed to.

"Will you please hurry up!" she heard Tom say.

The touch of panic in her brother's voice brought a mischievous smile to Ginger's lusty, sensual mouth. She couldn't resist teasing Tom, though she really didn't know why.

There was another knock on the door.

"Please, Ginger, I've got to go bad!"

Ginger's grin broadened and her green eyes took on a twinkle that was pure teenage excitement.

"Oh, all right," she said, sounding angry with her brother, though she really wasn't. "But you've got to promise not to look."

"I promise! I promise!"

Ginger slipped out of the bathtub, her slender, shapely body dripping warm water and thick fluffs of suds. She unlocked the door and the moment the tumblers clicked open, Tom burst into the bathroom, nearly knocking Ginger over.

"Tom! You promised!" Ginger hissed, placing one hand over her delicately rounded tits and covering her small bush of cunt hair with the other.

Ginger was shocked beyond words when she watched her brother step up to the toilet and whip out his cock. He was hung like a horse! His cock, even though it wasn't hard, was the biggest one Ginger had ever seen in her life – and she'd seen plenty!

As her brother started to relieve himself, Ginger averted her eyes. She slipped back into the bathtub and artfully pushed the bubbles away from her tits, though she wasn't exactly sure why she did it.