Embarrassed and shocked, with tears in my eyes, and my hand to my face I ran to my room. I was heart broken. My love had not only rejected me but had ...injured my pride and self respect.All attempts to corner her ceased. I stopped following her, and although I still watched her when we happened to be in the same room, I immediately escaped from any room where we did accidentally meet up. Frankly I avoided her. I was hurt and embarrassed. I was afraid she would mock me or otherwise humiliate. The weekend went pretty much as expected, right up until Sunday evening.We had sex, did errands, went to see a movie, the usual good stuff.Sunday night, however, she surprised me. She had just waxed her legs andaround her pussy, making her nice and smooth, and walked up to me, tracingher finger along the front of my jeans."You want this, lover?" she asked, her brown eyes twinkling, alreadyknowing the answer. Much like a zombie, I shambled into our bedroom afterher, my clothes somehow falling. For the last few weeks I had started to fantasise about my sister Gill. I was 16 and she was 23. She was pretty fit and of late had a habit of not bothering to cover up much around the house. I’d seen her in bra and panties, see through nighties and occasionally with no bra underneath. At 16 years old this was starting to take its toll on me and my mind was wandering into fantasies I just shouldn’t be having. To me she was as fit, if not fitter than the girls in the magazines. And of course she. He slide her to the floor, holding her up for a moment as she started to gather her faculties a little. She was still confused and the look in her eyes was distant, but the soldiers seemed to focus her a little."SHE'S GONE!" One of them yelled back into the smoke, but by then Gavin had her out of sight. Skirting along the wall, he approached a hunkering old woman in a suit who stared at him in abject confusion for a moment. The red-head stumbling behind him cowered in fear as she turned to face.