Jon was along for the ride as his sister rushed out of her room. Unable to see outside of his cotton surroundings he asked his sister. "What are you going to ask?" His voice was muffled through the fabric, but Zoe replied.
"Quiet Jon, I don't want anyone to hear my pussy talking. It will get people asking questions. Just wait until I give the okay."
Getting shut up like this by his sister Jon felt the same excitement as when he had made the wish, yet at the same time the ease and tone did give him a bad aftertaste.
Jon felt her move down the stairs.
"Mom!" she said as she came to a halt.
Jon tried to stare through the fabric, he thought he saw some shapes on the floor but it could just as well have been the fabric itself.
"Yes dear? What's the rush?" the voice of his mother answered.
Zoe walked on to a chair. Suddenly Jon felt his body flattened against the seat. His sister crossed her legs putting pressure on her labia and Jon.
"Mom, can I get..."
