“It’s just more intense than I expected. But I like it.”Madison held her fingers in Alyssa’s ass just as they were for another moment. She had...both fingers about one-and-a-half knuckles in right now. “Okay,” Alyssa breathed. “I think I’m good. Can you slide your fingers all the way inside me now?”Madison didn’t say anything. Instead, she just pressed her two fingers all the way into Alyssa’s ass. “Mmm,” Alyssa moaned. “Fuck, that feels good.”“Should I start finger-fucking you again?” Madison. It was the same color as her hair, but very short.Thinking about James had produced a strange reaction 'there'. She could feel a moistness, a heat that was pleasurable on one hand and annoying on the other. She felt that she wanted something but was unsure what. She knew what sex was. Grandfather had made her learn the how of sex when breeding and birthing the animals. She understood the mechanics well enough, but not the feelings that were whispered about among the girls.Apparently, boys, or. I had thought of asking her out once but I never got the nerve (I was never too good with girls. I wasn't a nerd or a unpopular, and I was fairly good looking I guessed, its just that girls made me really uncomfortable, and I could never get up the courage to ask one out.) I never really saw her much anyways. But now she was my twin sister? How the hell am I supposed to deal with this? What am I supposed to say to her? Am I even supposed to see her? "Karen is my sister, isn't she?" I said. Surely she would not make me walk home like this, with everything on show, I told myself. I was wrong. She did make me walk home like that, buttocks and pussy on show for any who wanted to enjoy the sight. Once back home, she laid out the drinks along with glasses and snacks on trays in the kitchen."When our friends arrive, you can hold the tray, and offer it around, Refill it when it is almost empty," she instructed, "and, Bitch, you will not touch yourself at all this evening. Is that.