"Please, Ella, let me watch you please yourself," daddy said as he lit a cigarette and leaned back into the chair. I did not say a word and I could no... move. I just sat there on the couch, feeling the rush of excitement overpower me at the thought of my daddy observing me feel what was between my legs. My mind became jumbled with many questions, but the one that kept playing over and over, "Was this something I really wanted?" It was the one questions that stuck the most. As the hot feeling. We parked the car and began the ritual. It starts with a kiss. And oh what a kiss it was. She got more and more adventurous as the kissing went on. She would nibble at my bottom lip, and suck on my tongue for minutes at a time. I placed my hand on her side, tugging at her shirt. Louis Armstrong's rugged voice crooned out Mack the Knife as we began to move even faster. Our lips broke apart and Marge got out of the car. She was the most gorgeous girl in school, she was my sister, and she was all. Sara heard the oven timer buzzing, and removed the turkey from the oven, and asked Jeffrey if he would help her set the table. Jeffrey helped her set the table, and together they soon had everything ready.Sara excitedly watched as the lads hungrily devoured her meal, and was amazed at the amount they ate. It made her feel good, and appreciated.After dinner, Mark offered to help her with the dishes, and Sara led the young Italian male into the kitchen, and they stood side by side washing and. We both lay there panting as we came down from our highs.“Fuck that was hot” she breathlessly whispered.“Agreed” I said as my head lay back on the pillow.Again we talked for a little longer before calling it a night. I was really loving this new bond I had with my sister.———The next morning I woke up and got about my normal routine with getting ready for school. I shared a nice breakfast with mom and Stacey before we both set off.The ride to school was fun. We were better than ever. We did our.