Doing it with a dildo would be just as good except your prick is warm." That's what a normal sister might say to her brother.Come to think of it, if a...brother and sister have had sex, can they be called normal at all from then on? Would they argue about sex the same way they argue about chores?Sorry, I digress.She didn't say that. Instead she turned on the charm. "Well of course you were good. I mean you were my first, and I don't have anybody to compare you to, but I had a really good time. We recognized the attraction in boot camp, but we couldn't really do anything about it until after." Wow," he said gravely. "Six or eight weeks. No wonder you're sitting out here like a heartbroken Montague." Shut up," I laughed. "I thought you came out here to cheer me up." Why on earth would you think that?" he said with exaggerated scorn. "I'm just making sure you don't slash your wrists on the new furniture." Oh, nice," I said."Yeah, I'm sweet like that." Smiling, he stood and stepped. Then her mother died, and her life collapsed. Her father, never a strong man, was barely able to hold a job and provide for himself and Sally. Sally put herself through school, apprenticed herself to a man who was going into what was a new business, disaster recovery. She worked seventy-hour weeks for starvation wages, took all the verbal abuse (but fortunately no physical abuse, once she had thrown a heavy-duty stapler at him), learned the business and started her own. Most of the clients. Steve really enjoys fucking me anally and I remember that is what we that that fateful night. But my mind was clear I wanted a threesome with another guy. While Steve had his cock deep in my arse I could almost feel another guy below me with his cock in my cunt. A few weeks later both my sons were off to summer camp. Our talk had ended without much progress. We knew too many conservative people to talk to someone. Plus Steve was travelling more that usual. He had not come home for two weeks.