My second wasto begin spying at her door. I still don’t know why Idid it, maybe I just needed to see what myimagination only dreamed of.Hours af...ter my wife was asleep I would creep down thecorridor, treading lightly to avoid creaking thefloorboards. At Farah’s door I knelt, breath held,eyes glued to the keyhole. Nothing. She remained theperfect picture of adolescence snuggled into herpillow, clutching her teddy. I never even got to seeher naked.Mistakes come in threes, my third. She would often take on a persona or situation, and it was my pleasurable job to decipher who she was or where we were. The scenarios usually included her being either forced or seduced into bed, and once we reached that tipping point we had some of the most vigorous and uninhibited sex I'd ever had.We were lying on a blanket thrown over the sweet smelling grass of a lawn on campus, basking in some unusually fine weather. We were on our stomachs and up on our elbows, making our first pass. Then he felt Tammy reach back and pull him tight as the last spasm of ejaculation sent his body rigid up against her! He was shocked and mortified! How was he ever going to explain… how was he ever going to look at his sister again!?He felt her hand on his at the same time that he realized there was a sticky creamy glaze all over his sister’s back and his belly! He had to have fired off one of his biggest ever loads on his sister! He was just waiting for her to yell, when she pulled his hand. Thankfully she let me have my fun and didn't tell my Mom. It was a shock for her and all of us when her husband left her when I was about 18- I could hear her tell my mom what a slut the new younger girlfriend is and how she probably “let's him do all the dirty stuff he always goes on about”- I spent a while wondering what that dirty stuff could be. I noticed around then that she started dressing a little differently- shorter skirts and lower cut tops showing off her big tits. I could swear she.