Louis got onto her for not cleaning his house. Sissy went back to clean, she knew if she didn’t she wouldn’t get paid. “When I got in the hous..., there sat Uncle George sitting in his recliner. He looked like he had been thru Hell. I asked him what was wrong as I began to pick shit up from the floor.”“I’ve been a complete dick to you, taking advantage of you and r****g you in my backyard. I could have seriously hurt you and at the moment, I didn’t care. I love having you as my sex toy, I. I found out she was between relationships and needed a place to stay for awhile. I thought it was a great arrangement for both of us. I realized she did not turn away. She was leaning against the door frame, her arms were crossed, her head was tilted, and she had a strange smile on her face."How long have you been standing there?" I asked, as I reached for my skirt to try to cover myself."Long enough to like what I see," she answered as she moved into the room.I hugged my skirt tighter to my. I would still fantasized about fucking her(no finesse with youngsters)i would always notice she would deliberately bend to talk to me(i reckon it was to show me her tits)some of you have aunties who do the same -----right)she got into that tactile mode,you know arms around you touching at the least thing.so looking back on it i should have seen the signs but hey who notices a mature woman when your that age???so time went by and i would regularly wank off to her dreaming, one day i would shag. Before I could define them it came again. This time in the same spot, but lightening didn't strike the same spot twice, did it? The colors were the same but somehow something was different. I was in a dream, I had to be. My last memory was crawling into bed and the warm feel of my sister's body pressed against mine; her warm breath on my neck, one hand draped across my chest, my own arm protectively around her shoulder. But where was I now? Another flash, a pattern of colors that I felt I.