We hit it off pretty quickly, I just couldn’t help myself. But what surprises me is the eagerness I feel when I’m around him. We’ve had sex twic...e already, both times were great, and I can’t control my need to be with him. When he isn’t around, I could care less, though. Friday night I had been scared to death though. We’d gone to a movie which I found very romantic and I’m not sure what he’s up to, and then we found a little back road and parked the car and…we had sex. It was the best too. "Dad told me that in the Army, when someone had got drunk and wet their bed, the others would call the pee stain on the mattress cover 'a map of Africa", and everyone else knew what they were talking about!"In my view, the stain on Sian's quilt cover was more like a map of Asia and India and Europe combined.Mind you, it had probably had suffered the most use by a long way; the juices released in Julie's room mostly having been hoovered up by her, or Vee's, voracious mouth before they got to the. I was pouting, but I couldn’t help it. We’d paid a lot for the cabin, and I’d been anticipating this trip for quite a while, only to be kicked in the balls by mother nature. Then, I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. I looked up into her gently smiling face. God, she was beautiful. I suddenly felt like the luckiest man on Earth, to be here alone with this lovely woman. Straightening, I opened my arms and gathered her in. Her fine curves pressed perfectly against my body. For a while, I just held. She should have gone to her room. That's what she wanted to do. Why didn't she?Sure, she was horny. Sure, she liked girls. And Amy was beautiful. A fantastic body. But Amy was fifteen. And her sister.It was crazy. Julie didn't really mind the incest. She was worried, however, about what she had done to her sister. Would Amy be unhappy for the rest of her life? More than the incest, what bothered Julie was that she loved Amy. Amy wasn't just a fifteen year-old girl she had met and fucked. She.