Shit, I didn’t care at that point. He gave me the instructions on how to register now as a volunteer. I didn’t waste anytime.God, if my fantasies ...had been overwhelming before – they were insignificant to what I started to obsess about for four weeks. Just more torture. I wondered who in our gym was going to compete and whether I could keep my cool around their muscles, pumping, thongs, and posing in the pump-room. I worried about being too friendly and coming on even a little bit, and getting. I saw you petting that sweet cunny of yours. It needs to be fed, and I’ve its supper right here.” He stroked the head of his cock, and Constance watched, fascinated despite herself, as it rose to a new angle of stiffness. “Rob …” she protested, ashamed at how weak it sounded even in her own ears. He stopped at the edge of the bed. “It’s for your own good, darling sister. I can’t leave you unsatisfied, now, can I? When I’m man of the house? That would be poor manners indeed.” “It is wrong! It. With that, I quietly disentangled myself and moved quickly to the bedroom door, and the second I got to the door (which was not closed all the way) and looked out, I saw and heard Jen's door shut in the dimlylit hall. I walked back to the bed, hit the button to turn on the reading lamp, took Jen by the hand, and said "come on". While she initially resisted, on the second tug she got up, and I pulled her towards the door of the bedroom as she whispered "I don't think this is a good idea". . She took her fingertip and traced a line up his fingers, across his hand. She made direct eye contact with him, and he returned the gaze. His cock began to tingle.Take a chance, he told himself. You will regret it if you don’t.He put his hand lightly on the bare skin of her knee. He tried to think of something to say but words again failed him. He searched her face for a clue as to what would happen next. She closed her eyes. She smiled.“That’s feels nice,” she whispered, the whisper combining.