Jeanwrithed and cried out, twisted and humped the gianthole with her pelvis, but she kept those tits throughthe holes. As she moaned and cried, I real...zed that hertits were being punished rapidly and brutally. I didn’t know what to do. Should I stop this violenceto her tits and pull her out of those holes? Or shouldI push against her back, pressing her tits even furtherinto those holes, preventing her from escaping the painshe seemed to be enjoying so deeply?But then something must have. Our grandmother, who is half blind, half deaf and half senile, has moneyand loves us kids to death.I have always wanted to try on my sister's clothes but never had theballs to, even though I have had many, many opportunities. The closest Iever came was holding a dress up against me as I had seen girls do at thedress store. She did have a lot of dresses and skirts that ourgrandmother kept buying for her.Now that we have that out of the way...let us get on with the story abouthow I had to become. I took care to avoid any appearance of hitting on Cheyenne. I wanted to in the worst way, but she’d done absolutely nothing to encourage my early probes. There was an ongoing debate in my mind as to whether I should be more aggressive, but I was afraid any pushing on my part would just raise a barrier between us, and I sure as hell didn’t want that. It was better to pine for her from a distance and suffer in silence. I was, after all, damaged goods.But then things changed. One afternoon in. “I…You see…umm virgin still and have never been in a pussy and wanted to know what’s it like to be inside a girl”. I was shivering with shame to confess of being virgin still.To my utter surprise, she immediately answered back, ” I understand that, I also wonder what it’s like to have a boy inside me, you see… you know, what I mean; I am virgin too”. She had a lot of hesitation saying last sentence and then perked up to say, “But don’t you know you should be using condom; you think I want to.