That we never showed her face and were very careful we couldn't be identified if a loved one or close friend stumbled across our shamelessly naughty l...ittle adventures, did not diminish the thrill of it, but rather, increased it. It meant there would always be one last taboo, there would always be one last, naughty fantasy, so we made it a rule and one we agreed would never break, no matter how carried away we became. Over time, however, it was a rule would delight in bending almost to breaking. Sophia opened a drawer of her dresser and removed a pair of black silk stockings. She held them up and checked carefully for ladders. With practiced skill and delicacy she rolled the fine garments careful to avoid damage with her long painted nails. She stood and placed a foot on the stool she had been sitting on and rolled the first stocking over her foot and up her long legs. She attached the suspenders that hung from the bustier, and repeated the process for the other leg. She stood and. Some may say that sex is an animal thing to do, but quite the contrary. I believe nothing can be more human than to have a burning desire for another being, one so intense and so pure that it can only be expressed through sex, for no other reason than the fact that you want that person. That’s it, I WILL have her. She may be my sister, but nothing, not even an outdated social taboo can stop me. I wish, or hope, that she might feel the same way. I took a nap to put my mind at. ..........................................................................................A week later I said to her“Hun, Stef is going home in week so I have booked you in for a final massage on Friday before she leaves”No response came. I knew this would cause some temporary turmoil for her but I had an awesome plan in place to bring stuff out into the open. I was even looking forward to it.Friday night came and Trina was leaving school“You coming?” she asked“Sure am” I replied. A look of.