Her thong is wet

Rose lay there panting across her mothers lap for a moment, before suddenly feeling herself pushed off, crashing flat on her back onto the floor, the back of her head landing in Mike's lap.

"I hope you've learnt your lesson," Mother moaned, staring at the pair of them for a moment, "now it seems that Orange Juice must have soaked right through your jeans!"

Rose didn't have time to say or do anything, when suddenly her Mother was grabbing at her thong, tugging it down Rose's legs, and bundling it up with her jeans, both items of clothing joining Mike's jeans being tossed into the washing machine.

It had all happened so fast, there had been no time to even think, but suddenly Rose's mind finally kicked back in. She was flat on her back, naked from the waist down, her shaved pussy on full display.

She shifted her position suddenly self conscious, closing her legs, and laying one hand between them to try and cover up, but that was enough to shift her head as well, realising that there was something firm and hard poking her in the back of the head... Her brother's cock.