The best I can do is to say (and briefly) it’s in the genes and those flames have been fanned over the years by erotic input which started all the w...y back in my childhood. No, there was nothing negative involving some sort of abuse mind you, just some porn here and there and at least one big event that took place when I was sixteen years old.So let’s cutaway for a second….This really influential event unfolded back in 1980 when our family was having a sprawling picnic at grandad’s farm. The. I asked why to which she hesitated but replied. She told me that she and father are actually siblings too and they did what we did so that’s why they don’t have any right to get mad on us. She told me that they loved each other too and ended up getting married but it was hard for them, everyone scoffed at them some even threw rocks at the house so that’s why they had to move to a completely different state where no one knew them. She still insisted on us to stop and I said “I love Deepika and I. ”“What about James?” I asked, avoiding a response to her observation.“What about him?” she shrugged. “It’s just sex with him. And even that isn’t always that great.”“Why?”“He’s done so fast, before I’ve even gotten really excited.”“So do it again, then.”“He usually can’t get it up again for a while. But it doesn’t matter, anyway. I don’t feel any love for him. I thought ... I thought when I got back this year, I would feel differently. But it’s the same as last year. It’s just a summer fling.”I. ‘so sexy’ I thought. ‘I think so ‘ I said, it came out in a whisper. You brushed off my back and then my skirt. My skin warmed under the touch of your palm. I gasped as you softly brushed off my ass. You heard it and your grin deepened. ‘Here, let me’ you say reaching for the buttons on my blouse. Your fingers moved slowly and I watch as you refasten the buttons. I was sure you could feel the speeding beat of my heart. Your hands brushed against the top of my breasts as you moved them to my.