He wasn’t dressed like a logger, and he didn’t look like he had been to the bar. Nothing like home. She watched with a warm flood or relief as he hoisted her bag into his truck and held the door for her. She wasn’t all alone!An hour later she wasn’t all that sure. There were hotels, and cheap motels, but a quick scan of apartments had sobered her, especially the deposit needed to even pay the first rent. She had no furniture and as yet no job. She had come cold. The attentions of Tim at home had become too heavy. Tim drank with her father who thought he was a fine match for Jenny, and the pressure was growing. Jenny in fact had never even gone out with Tim, and that was just fine with her. So she left one morning, leaving only a note saying she was headed in to opposite direction.Now it was dusk. They were at Rob’s. There seemed nowhere else to take her. Rob had hauled his huge duffel bag in and showed her his new digs, then had gone back to the truck and brought in her big suitcase.. Angies breathing got faster and faster and I could feel her trembling. I could also feel my own orgasm getting closer. All at once, we both stiffened and moaned. We both orgasmed in our underwear and collapsed on to the couch. We lay there for the span of several long, shuttering breaths, my sisters lithe body draped over my larger one, her face pressed against my shoulder. Finally reality reasserted itself, and I looked over at her. Well&hellip, Angie said, before we both burst into laughter. We laughed long and loud, uncontrollably, until we were both gasping for air. We were not laughing at anything, but we could not stop. Our merriment finally subsided and we looked back at each other. I could feel a contented smile on my face, and it was reflected on my baby sisters. That felt amazing, Zack. She sighed, contentedly. You too, Angie. I replied, giving her a squeeze. She giggled and writhed on my lap, rubbing our sodden underwear together. We both looked down and laughed.
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