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His sculpted chest was covered with a fuzz of hair that matched his head and thick, wiry pubic bush. He kept his balls smooth and the bush well-trimmed, Fallon just loved to take his balls into her mouth and suckle on them like an egg. Thinking about Fallon did nothing to ease the throbbing in his groin. Although he wasn’t working today he was expecting Leila, Fallon’s sister, to come over later to look at some plans for a client. Leila was a talented draughtswoman and Jem often had her draw up plans for their bigger clients. “Damn,” he said to himself “this is not helping.” Thinking about Leila and the way his young sister-in-law had been making her feelings clear for him recently did nothing at all to reduce the size of his erection. Leila had just turned 18 and had almost overnight transformed from a scrawny teenager into a younger, curvier version of his wife. She had always been the slightly bratty, forward and rebellious youngest of the six kids. When she was 16, she had gotten her nose and belly button pierced and in this last year, she had a tattoo of a Japanese cherry blossom tree inked on her right ribs caressing the under swell of her ample tits and falling down her and along her curved belly below her navel. Jem loved lingerie the way the roots of the tree curled into the blond V nestling between her thighs. She had also noticed Jem taking more than just a quick glance at her treasures one evening when their families had cooked out around the pool. She’d also spent much of the last few months taking every opportunity to let him see her in various stages of undress and Jem wondered how long it would be before she jumped him. Fallon had said a number of times how much fun it would be to watch Jem making out with her little sister and although Jem had taken it as a bit of joke at first, given the closeness of their families, he knew she probably wasn’t. Taylor couldn't concentrate in his organic chem lecture. 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