Her hand went little inside her top. Her eyes were on TV and mine was fixed on her. Without noticing my hand went behind her back. She did not notice ...I tilted my head a bit and shifted so that I was close to her body. I have no idea why I was doing so. The fact that she was my sister was distant now. My tool was firmly erect and was easily visible from my short. As I came close to her I felt warmth of her body. She kept the hand towel down and was leaning back. All the while her eyes were on TV. We talked about this for awhile and as the night went on it would be brought up by one of us at one point or another. As drinks stacked up we started to look for one in the local area. After a lot of back and forth we decided to head for one in the local area as neither of us had ever been.Once we arrived it took a little more talking before we decided to head in. They separated us in to two rooms and I was met by a middle aged woman. She left me to strip to where I was "comfortable," and when. We stood there for several minutes, enjoying the close contact without looking overly suspicious."Let's go out into the sculpture garden," she said.Taking my hand, she led me out the nearby glass doors into the museum's outdoor sculpture garden. We walked past many different types of 3-dimensional art and fountains to a large square wall sculpture with bas relief tiles affixed to it and a light waterfall flowing down the surface of the entire piece into a shallow pool. She led me behind the. Now that it was to late to back out, I had been trying to psych myself up with the fact that the girl of my dreams was also going to be coming along. Of course, at this point in my life almost every girl I knew(or had seen fairly recently) played a part in my dreams, but at least I had one that usually stood out more then the others.Not one ounce of the excitement, that I had since getting my stuff ready the night before, could be found when I saw the other kids getting out of cars and lining.