.........................................................................................Hank was listless. He and his wife, Jean, had settled into a... unromantic rhythm of nothingness - fucking once every two weeks as if she 'had' to fulfill her wifely duties, with no pleasure at all, she'd groan and sigh like it was just a total bother. It was 'expected'. And, the longer it kept on, the less satisfaction Hank got from it. Last time, he could barely maintain his erection. And, he was only. But that didn't stop them instantly hoping other guys were doing it, because the other end of the double standard seemed sexy. I didn't want to give them ANY possibility of thinking that about me though, so I'd come down hard on the idea of Carol and me doing anything so terrible. I wanted them all to know that I was adamantly opposed to brothers having sex with their sisters. I was certainly opposed to any of THEM doing it, because that'd reduce the number of girls available for me!After. With her husband after WW II.A few lines about me. The year before, I took pictures for the yearbook of the small Catholic high school I attended. One day at a basketball game the sports editor of the local daily buttonholed me. He offered me $10.00 to take pictures at the district playoffs. Other piecework followed and eventually a job. So I became a cub reporter and photographer making the munificent sum of $1.00 per hour.A young Queen Elizabeth visited Canada that year in the royal yacht. " Now with all of this that just happened, I'm aroused, guilty, and fascinated. I had never seen my sister as the full-blown hotty that she is! I couldn't keep my mind off of the wonderful display I had witnessed this morning. All I could think about was how fucking perfect my snotty older sister had become.So, now I'm heading home from school after getting in shit loads of trouble in several classes for day dreaming. And to add insult to injury, I have to face Marian when I get home. What a.