When they arrived, they slipped intoChelsea's bed and hugged tightly, eyes wet with tears.Morning found them like that.They slipped out of the room wi...thout being seen and took turns to take ashower before breakfast.Steve walked into the kitchen while the two stared silently down intotheir cup of cereals."What's up?" he asked worriedChelsea had tears in her eyes. She stood up and threw herself around hisneck."Last night... we were attacked, Steve!"He stiffened, clenched his sister to himself as. One hand slid down to my thighs, and rubbed my tingling pussy through the sheer silk of my thong. My back arched and I slid my pussy up against his hand. I moved my ass against his rock hard cock. He played with me until I was panting. Then he slid his hand inside my panties and touch my clit. It was swollen and I almost orgasmed right then. He rubbed a finger up and down my tight slit ever so softly. I was ready to explode. “Baby girl, I know you want to cum.” He could tell I was dying for it.. Rachael was pretty good at keeping count and often told me all about it the next day. Taking out a notebook, I started making hash marks for every time I had sex. By the time I reached my first Christmas party my hands were shaking andI felt sick to my stomach.One side of the page was full of lines and I had turned it over just before my Thanksgiving entries. By mid January I was already half way down my second page. I didn't want to know any more. Closing my diary I leaned my head back and. This is getting bad, he thought. At least I caught myself before work this time. When he came home form work Andrew decided to grab his mail and throw the coupons directly in the garbage without looking at them. Maybe this would stop things. Later, that night Mrs. Tinkle, his landlady, decided to be helpful and put the letter she found in the garbage under his door. She figured it must have been put in someone else's box by mistake and then tossed. She was glad to help such a nice young.