They head to their room

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Jenny turned the elevator switch back on, and the car lurched down again. Jimmy couldn't keep his hands off of his sister, and rubbed her back and pinched her nipples. Jenny cooed and moaned, turning to kiss him just as the elevator stopped on their floor. The doors opened and the siblings headed quickly to their room. Jimmy was ahead when Jenny stopped him halfway to the room. She pushed him against the wall and kissed him long and hard, rubbing her body against him.

Jimmy broke the kiss and pulled her hand toward their room. He wanted to get her naked and alone in the huge bed.

When they got to the room, Jimmy fumbled the keycard, dropping it. Jenny's hands on his body didn't help. When he bent to pick it up, Jenny reached between his legs and tickled his balls. Jimmy yelped, missed the card, grabbed again, and almost dropped it.

When he stood up and tried to slide ithe card in the lock, Jenny wrapped her arms and body around his. He took six attempts before the light flashed green. He pushed the door open, dragging his sister through with him. He turned just inside the door, and Jenny shifted with him, and promptly locked the door and threw the security retainer in place. He spun in place, grabbing Jenny by the shoulders, and pushed her against the door. She hit with a bit of speed and gasped. Jimmy's hands were all over her chest, massaging her boobs, as he leaned in hard and kissed her. His tongue was a wild snake in her mouth, teasing and cajoling. Jenny kissed him back just as passionately. She fiddled with his cock though his pants until he shifted and rubbed it against her belly.

Without the need of words, Jenny and Jimmy pulled each other's clothes off. Their eyes told the story of what they wanted. In half a minute, they stood naked, her nipples pointing at him, turgid and aching, his cock pointing at her, throbbing and hard. They looked at each other for three more seconds before they kissed again, bodies molding to the others, tongues dancing between their mouths.


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