It was her, the first girl I talked to and my first crush when I moved down here. Amber was one of those girls who were beautiful and knew it. She is ...about 5'4" with long brown hair, C sized breasts, a thick ass and the most amazing green eyes you will ever see. She gave me a hug and we talked about who we saw and who was playing at the time. Everything was going great until I saw her friend who was next to her but I did not even look at her until I felt someone staring at me. She was basically. "She's real good, isn’t she?" he snickered."She's your sister," I argued."That's actually why," he admitted. "We've been doing this for years, long before I knew what it was exactly or that it was wrong to do it with your sister," he explained."How did it start," I was admittedly curious."I accidentally found one of dad's pornos. It was one of the rough abusive videos where the girl gets slapped and spanked and everything. I watched it every day when I was younger. Finally I just had to try. Once in a while, there would be customers who were interrupted at the worst possible time, but it was interesting that the girls complained more than the boys.By operating this way, he was able to maintain his facade of respectability and keep the parents off his back. Therefore, his speakeasies for kids had an overflow clientele every night. Mostly, the booze was made on the spot from drums of wood alcohol he got dirt cheap. The kids had no idea what good stuff tasted like, so they drank it up. The snow was coming down harder and visibility was getting bad. John told me there was a truck stop coming up and asked if I would join him for coffee there and wait to see if the storm let up. I pulled into the truck stop and got a booth. A few minutes later this gorgeous looking, tall muscular black man walked in and was looking around. I thought to my self, could this be John, the man I had been talking to? I raised my arm up and got his attention. He walked over to me with a big smile on.