How a family deals with a creepy son-1

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Sally screamed.

She was still dressed in her work uniform, and she had come home from a long shift to find this!

Abram sat there, stunned. He hadn’t expected his sister to be home this early, he thought he had a few extra minutes. But here she stood, cringing, glaring daggers at him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked again, her voice low with repulsion and disgust. “What on Earth are you doing sitting on my bedroom floor like…that?”

She couldn’t bring herself to say the words, the image in front of her being too shocking and too distressing to verbalise. Abram sat there, his legs spread, a pair of Sally’s silky red panties wrapped around his hard pencil dick and another pair, thick, blue, and with skidmarks inside wrapped around his head. The dark brown marks right over his nose. He was furiously wanking, until Sally entered and then he just looked like a rabbit caught in headlights.

“You’re…. You’re… WANKING? To my SKIDMARKS?!” She spat, crossing the room to tower over him. “You’re a disgusting filthy creep, Abram!”