Although softball had gotten my mind off masturbating, it awakened another interest. Like I said in my other confession, I had played softball since I...was nine. Up until now, I would play the game, then I would go home with my parents. I was sixteen now, and playing on the high school team. After our games, we would go into the locker room and shower, and turn in our uniforms to be washed by the athletic staff, and then go home. The first game, I was so embarrassed to get undressed in front of. I straightened up, threw the ball and racket hoping to hit either Jocelyn or Lori and smirking when I heard them screech in fear before stomping off to cool down on a bench near the changing rooms. By the time I had cooled down enough not to snap anyone's heads off I walked back over to the tennis courts where I found everyone packing up and leaving to change. Just as I was about to leave with my two closest friends I heard his deep, melodic, panty dropping voice which was laced with a hint of. In the winter we sat inside in front of the usual roaring log fire; in the summer we could sit on the benches outside and watch the river flow past. Always the same drinks, a half of bitter for me and a tomato juice with extra Worcestershire sauce for Dinah. Mostly we gave our news, family and friends, coming or past holidays and the half hour we had passed always too quickly. On occasion we would walk round the canal basin where it emptied into the river and I would take the opportunity to put. He is so understanding and caring that every girl likes to have such a husband. But I am even luckier, as he is my brother. I don’t know how many of you guys and girls like our relation, but I am happy like this. Your comments may be positive or negative but I thank you very much for your response.Let me not waste time and enter in to the story. From now onwards I am going to tell you the things that happened between me and Sanju. We had sex in all the possible ways on earth and in different.