The water was cold despite the heat outside. There was my beautiful baby sister, smooth and tan and naked, and one of the best-looking young men I have ever seen. Her breathing was ragged now, her lips hung slightly open to suck in what air they could to help her ride this wondrous new sensations along the shoals of utter madness. Hay is for farm animals. She started. Then he kissed her mouth. I returned last spring, a little earlier than I was expected, and saw the real girl that she was at 18. Soft clingy dresses that molded around the thighs when they walked and swished with the movement of their hips. Each breath I took filled me with the musky aroma of her sex. She stared at him, irises lengthening. |