Fuck it!

Holy hell was that hot, thought Rick! He sat there motionless just taking in that glorious picture of Kate. His raging boner expressed all too well how much he wanted to go over to her room and bone her amazing body.

His stunned delay must have caused Kate to worry. She probed, "So what do you say? You coming over her to let me feel that throbbing rod of yours between my legs?"

"I really do want to. I've never been so horny in all my life. But you're my sister-in-law and I'm feeling kinda guilty," he feigned.

"So let your sister-in-law take care of your needs. You won't feel guilty anymore - instead you'll be feeling my soaking wet pussy."

Rick's mouth began to salivate at the thought. He slid back out of bed. His shorts shown a wide wet spot on the crotch, soaked from the amount of precum that kept creeping from his manhood.

"Fuck it!" he said almost out loud to himself. Then he made his way quietly out the door and slipped into the hallway.

As he walked to Kate's room he could hear a light snore coming from Pete and Leslie's room, which had the door slightly ajar. He paused for a moment, distractedly curious if he should poke his head in to sneak a peak of the couple on his way. Just as he paused and cocked his head to peak, the door to the bathroom suddenly began to open quietly.

Leslie stepped out of the bathroom. She was wearing a white tank top that was hardly covering her nipples, easily viewed even in the dimly lit night. She also had on some loose fitting, but extremely short silky shorts. Her long legs looked like they went on forever in those shorts.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I hope I didn't wake you," she whispered when she saw Rick standing there, just outside their bedroom door.

She paused, tilting her head in contemplation and then looked down at his protruding pocket rocket. It was still trying to stand at full attention except for his boxer briefs that restrained it. She looked back at Rick's face and then glanced at the bedroom door.

"So! It looks like I might have caught you being a little naughty, Rick!" she whispered with a grin. "I'm a little intrigued on what you were hoping to see. Apparently you were hoping for something a little naughty," she flirted as she but on her fingernail and then motioned toward his bulging crotch.

"I...I...I didn't mean to... Er... I wasn't trying to..." he stumbled with a loss for words to explain what he was really up to in the hallway.

Leslie took a couple more steps right toward him. He backed up to the wall and she pressed up against him, face-to-face. With a sultry face she chastised him, "You naughty, naughty boy! What should I do with you?"

Leslie's finger tapped his nose in disapproval. She then ran it down his face, dragging it across his lips, pulling down his lower lip until it sprang back closed. He stood there frozen, in shock.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were hoping to spy on me with some very naughty intentions..."

She pressed her chest up against his. He could feel her alert nipples poke into his skin from behind that thin tank top material. Her hips pushed up against his hard cock, slowly gyrating.

All he could think was, "Oh, fuck it!"