I would purposely ensure that my pyjama trouser opening was indeed open and that my cock could be seen, she could not fail to see it through the openi...g of my pyjama trousers. That would be the extent of my sexual activities with my sister, I found these events immensely erotic and I would masterbate fantasising about them later. What she thought about my displays I don’t know but she never complained or ask me to cover up. She could not fail to see my cock and I could see that she was looking. The radio was cranked up, it was a normal trip. It was normalin every way until I saw a flash of light, a crunch of glass, andeverything went black.I awoke either 5 seconds or 100 years later, I couldn't tell thedifference. My entire body felt like it was being stung by bees thatwere made out of lava. If there is a sensation any more pure andconcentrated as the pain I felt at that moment, I cannot describe it. Itried moving, and though I could flail about, the pain was too much. Itried to. Instead I hunted down a soft-skinned melon, bored a hole in it, and heated it over the fire for a minute or two to get it nice and warm. If I wanted something warm and wet to fuck, I didn't need a sheep. I would just use the melon and think about women and everything would be fine. I told myself all this and more as I pushed the warm melon into a mound of sand and began stroking myself into hardness again. I even let myself think about the ewe briefly, just to get started, then as I pushed. Then I could be as loud and verbal with him as I wanted. I love moaning his name... it sense such a wonderful sensation throughout my body, and it makes it even better when he does the same. Time went on, and he got a job. He started making plans to see me in real life, since he was finally making money. I got excited and eager. We made a set date for July 3rd, then he could be here for the 4th, my birthday, and our 2 year Anniversary. The date slowly came and then BAM! It was finally here. I.