Instead of speaking we sat for a few minutes, still holding hands, watching the water tumble below us. I was all too aware of my sister’s scantily c...lad body sitting in close proximity. I knew I could never again think of her as just my sister. She would forever be the first girl I was really sexual with, even if we didn’t have sex.“I think we should have sex.”“What?!” I almost fell off the rock and tumbled down the hill. “Here?”“No, you idiot.” She said, and for a second she was my big sister. She returned the favor, fellating me to levels of orgasmic bliss I never knew existed. My love was nothing if not uncannily perceptive - and VERY crafty. One night, in the afterglow of an intense session of sex, she manipulated me into admitting to my most intensely personal, private desire. "Fess up, Michael," she teased. "The pictures. The lurid pillow talk. The racy, provocative girls we BOTH stare at on the streets. The porn videos we like to watch together. I know you WANTED to be with a. ‘I love you!’ she murmured. ‘Ahhhhh!’ she moaned when his erection struck her swollen labia, already moist with the effluent of her passion. Her hand grasped the swollen pole, guided it to her yearning passageway, and tugged on it. Slowly, in response to Ann’s urging, Martin slid into her, filling her, stretching her delightfully, sending a flood of warmth through her as his huge cudgel invaded her. Her hips rose of the bed, beckoning the hot invader, drawing him deeper into her. ‘Oh, God!’ Ann. With each kiss, you feel the clench of my hand tighten on the fabric of your skirt, and the nervous upward pull, as first your knee, then thigh becomes exposed.I sit unmoving, eyes still closed, for I know to move would be to lose control. I feel your right hand find my thigh, scratching at the fabric. There's no way the entire theater can't hear the sound of that scratching, but as I part my right eye, everyone is engrossed in the movie. The audience is absorbed with the couple on the screen.