At one point as they casually chatted Andy’s hand, almost unconsciously, fell to her thigh, felt the soft fabric of her dress, felt the warmth of her flesh, heard her slight pleasant gasp, knew the wordless message that their gaze now spoke. Finally, feeling the pressure of the silence and gathering his courage, Andy broke it with “you’ve decided, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” came her quiet, almost whispered reply. Andy waited, his cock firm within his sister’s hot, wet vaginal grip, and he realized how different this was from his lovemaking, his sex with Julie, and understood how different sex was, and always would be, with his sister. Her eyes were still wide as they took in its length, as her hand gripped it lightly again, registering now for the first time the import, the promise…the threat, even, of its thickness. I’m sure Mom and Dad have had those times, aren’t you?
