“Oh for God’s sake stop that! I am not ‘tapping’ my sister. Or my cousin or my mother or whoever else you and your demented fantasies think I�...�m tapping.” “I’d tap her, that’s all I’m saying,” added Brad. “I wouldn’t think any less of you if you were.” “Because your opinion of me should matter, right?” “Look, she’s hot and funny and smart. And she’s not married. If you’re not fucking her then why is she still single?” Ted asked. “Because the only men she meets are perverts like you. Could we. Then there was the time she spent the whole day in nothing but a towel. Ashley always had an excuse, for why she had to be dressed that way or that she thought she was alone. Brad knew they were lies, but continued to accept them as necessary rationale for the sexual familiarity growing between him and his sister. On Saturday of the week following the ‘pool party’, the parents were again gone to the city, leaving Brad and Ashley alone for the weekend. At lunch, Ashley was dressed in a somewhat. I have had different jobs to help pay the bills. Recently I started playing music with a few guys I had met through one of those jobs. I worked for a while as a mix-down engineer at Kingsmill Recording Studios. That gave me pretty much the time I needed for school and to play some music at local clubs. I know this has been a long introduction, but I just wanted to catch you up. That is how I met Leigh. She worked as a waitress at The Castle, a local club. It was a pretty wild place. Three. Oh, that moment when the head started to enter me....Separated by a wall, I could control the insertion so I didn't get hurt, but it was so nice when I could just back right up to the wall and let my anonymous lover control things. It was so good, pushing past my rings, backing out a little, then deeper, then deeper, then deeper until I felt the tingle of pubic hair against my ass. The openings in the wall were large enough for complete contact. Then I'd just hold still and let them use me..