If you can call it making love.I was a basket case. I knew instinctively that I had blown it on a number of levels. I had fucked my sister. That was a... pretty big no no. I had cum in my sister, also frowned on by everybody, without exception. But more importantly, I knew what she had decided she wanted. And what she wanted was what you saw in porn videos on the internet - twenty minutes of fucking in half a dozen positions, before the guy pulls out and shoots on her belly. And my cock was about. He was still a little startled when I pulled back, but after a couple of seconds of eye contact, he stood up. Towering over me, I’m only five foot four; Chris leaned down and kissed me back. The forcefulness of this second kiss overpowered me. As I slumped limply into his arms, he held me in his big muscular arms and kissed me again. About that time a car went by so we separated. Taking my hand, Chris led me across the street to his truck. Grabbing the blanket that he‘d been sitting on in the. I knew I would forever like that taste.Before he left that day, I gave him the facts of life. "Sal, next time, you have to make sure that I cum first before you cum. I don't enjoy it when I don't cum, and if I don't enjoy it, guess who else won't get to enjoy it." I was already a bitch. He kissed me goodbye, promising to try.We were by then getting onto my bed every day after school, a full five days per week. Sal was a quick learner, and the next day he held his groin off my leg and diddled my. . Things had happened, things I wanted to take as signals from Jackie. There was the dancing. There had been moments when we danced that the pressure of her breasts against my chest and the feel of the small of her back under my hand aroused me, and on several occasions, emboldened by alcohol, I pressed my hardened cock against her. She did not pull away.There were the kisses. When we danced, the dance always ended with a kiss -- even the times when I'd pressed myself against her. I preferred.