That year between twelve and thirteen had turned my sister into a beauty queen. Stephanie was awfully eager to get naked and sit up on the edge of the bathroom counter with her legs spread. I had to hold her legs up one at a time and grab a hold of her pussy lips as I went but eventually I had it all clean. I looked out into the locker room and saw Stephanie holding the boy’s cocks and giving the heads a little lick. I knew that she and Uncle Dave were close but I had no idea how chose they really were. I asked, “Shouldn’t I actually see you in them?”
Stephanie told me to turn around so that she could put them on. We went steady all through high school, we had sex in the locker room occasionally, and we got married after graduation. Stephanie was always the best partner by far. Of course I thought that they were making it up.
