Rory.

Rory, with her short. curly hair, waiflike figure, peaked, rosy-tipped little tits and maddening flexibility, was kneeling over her, legs spread to frame her big sister's rounder, generous thighs, spilling a slow, teasing trickle of gold from beneath the wispy tangle of hair between her legs.

As Corrie watched, her little sister grinned down at her. Trapped between Rory's legs as she kneeled, her own thighs formed a shallow basin, not quite watertight, but enough to bathe her privates in a pool, one that rippled and overflowed as she let go herself, slicking Rory's thighs as well as the younger girl giggled.

"Morning, Sis," Rory sing-songed. "You're not late yet, but Paul and Sol are busy with a reach-around, and Laurie's hogging the shower with Daddy, so I had to wake you up early if I wanted my morning fuck. Hope you won't object to being on time for once?"

"Brat," Corrie sassed back. "No, that's fine, as long as you always wake me up like this. Did you just want a partner to jill with, or... ?"