When they were finally ushered into the divided room, there was a curious sense of déjà vu, every movie he’d ever watched about visitors meeting w...th convicts by talking on a phone while separated by plate glass springing to mind. The room seemed to darken in his head, just like every one of those scenes, placing an unseen spotlight on the people talking to their incarcerated friends or family. Jesus, get a grip, he thought. This is the real life, not a fantasy. Jenny practically danced forward. Now ... Let’s see if I can describe this to you. The Hell Hound is to a bar, what Fort Knox is to a walk up ATM machine. There’s a door man sure, but he’s not checking your ID, he’s more likely than not, a prospect the club can afford to lose, set up out there as an early warning system. Rivals, and cops were a very real possibility at this place, the poorly patched bullet holes dotting the walls gave all kinds of evidence to that.I walked up to the door, and stopped, I didn’t know if the guy. He had showered and washed 'all' areas of himself should he be so lucky. He put a tight t-shirt on with some thin shorts. Jez liked a twink he thought, a nice pretty one. He straightened his hair and let it swish to the side. He looked at himself in the mirror and applied a thin layer of black eyeliner, a light stroke of mascara, and checked himself once more, he gave a few sprays on aftershave. He looked cute and pretty, he was ready. I opened my front door and slowly looked. Occasionally, I felt her boobs touching my shoulder. It was difficult to say what happened to me. I was afraid, nervous; but I could feel my cock getting hard. It had never happened to me before. Living in a conservative family like mine, I never had any sexual inclination about my elder sister. I knew it was a sin to think dirty things about your own sister and I could never dare to look at my sister as a sexual object. However, that day something different happened. I could not believe that.