He was so much older. What would I say? Would I come across as silly? No, honestly it wasn't that. It was the fact that I was trying to pretend to be ...ninterested in him, yet down between my legs a steam bath had started. I blamed my parents. They never made things comfortable enough to talk. Ugh! I didn't want to think about my mother right now. I shook my head. And then it happened – we opened the conversation to sex. “...I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Well, perhaps you do. Are you. He’s one of those who needs a woman to guide him; he’s kind of shy if not exactly painfully so, I guess is the bottom line. But, I just didn’t expect him to be so successful.” He laughed uproariously at his own remarks.“Thanks, I think,” she said, raising an eyebrow.“No, no, you’re quite beautiful. He’s a lucky fella to have met you, and, for you to have had mercy on him,” said Ronald.“Well, thank you for that. You’re very nice too,” she said, “and your parents.”“Yeah, mom and dad, they’re the. Britt, give me your cell number."She did and Mom thumbed the button to move the phone back to its regular handset. She talked to Dad for a bit and then they said their good byes.Mom looked at me. "Turning a princess into a queen? When did you start reading romance novels?" Never, but it sounded good and got me kissed by my ladylove."We all laughed lightly. We went into the kitchen to help Mom with supper.We had a light supper and had just retired to the living room when the doorbell rang. I. She smiled her big smile at me. "Are you going to just stand there or are you going to come over here and unwrap your present?"I closed my mouth and got my legs working. I kneeled next to her bed and leaned over to kiss my sister.So sweat, so moist. It had been too long. There was no way I could give this up.So far it was just our mouths that were touching. I lifted my right hand and let it gently hold her left breast. Les moaned under my mouth. I worked my thumb back and forth over the nipple.