It wasn’t incest, I repeated to myself desperately. Not really... Excuses fled hand-in-hand with rational thought as my sister slid onto the bed, kn...eling between my legs, the T-shirt riding up to her waist. I swallowed, dry-mouthed.Still not speaking, her fingers grasped the edge of the sheet. Violet looked up at me. I knew what she was after. She was seeking permission.My nod was so small it might have been a nervous tic. But it was enough. She smiled like a child on Christmas morning.Violet. Once awakened, it is wild, unpredictable and difficult to control. It is demanding, it is hungry, it is a lion rampant, a colossus standing proud, straight backed, and ready to dispense genes, implant seed or share interminable pleasure and love eternal. The Beast has willing helpers, a supporting cast that play crucial roles in the Beast's performance, and soft lips form long, lingering kisses that encourage it to swell and increase in firmness. Tactile fingers, the Beast by proxy, touch and. Ladies glowed, men sweated shethought ironically."I need the Ladies please" she said to the waiter, as he showed them totheir table.She glanced at Dave, who was already sitting down, He leered at her. Shethought she would like to punch him in his smug face, but ladies didn'tdo that sort of thing. Instead she just hurried off to the toilet.She heard the tell-tale tinkle from one of the cubicles. Rather thanengage in conversation, she thought, she would have a quick tinkleherself. She waited. And he still loves to do it.Lucy drank a little more and asked:"Did you ever feel you were used? Or abused?" No! In some ways, I guess I could almost feel that I was the one using them. After all, I was having sex!" Weren't you too young?" Look, aunt Lucy... I was not a little kid. That would be wrong, sure. But I was a horny teenager. I wanted to have sex. I had to have sex, I just couldn't see how. When it happened... I was ready, believe me!" But how do you feel about... Older people? Me?".