I kept stroking, little by little increasing the depth, the soapy water lubricating my cock each time. I realized that Mom had noticed when I heard the sharp intake of breath from the front of the boat. Tiff had not at all stopped being my sister. Why?”
She looked up at me again for a moment, then turned back to the board. I mean, I didn’t have her perspective, but I had certainly noticed how our parents and the other people we knew treated us differently. “Now show me your tits.”
Her blush deepened, but she hesitated only a second before slowly lifting the low hem of the shirt over the tope of her tits. I know that. I pulled her away from me and turned her around so that she faced the wall. Ask me a question, then.”
It is easy to say you need to talk, much harder to actually do it.
