As her body started to sag, I released her. She fell at my feet. Not allowing her to gather herself, I grabbed the back of her shirt and heaved her to...her feet and sent her flying to the bed. She was like a rag doll.I picked her head off the bed by her hair. I slapped her in the face. I pulled her off the bed by her hair and then threw her farther up on the bed. You got to keep them off balance! As she started to roll over I pounced on her. knocking the wind out of her. She was completely. I let her release the pent-up emotions she'd held under such tight rein. I held my sister, hurting for her. When she turned her face up to me, I wiped the tears from her reddened eyes with a thumb. I looked into her soft brown eyes, smiling. She smiled back, reached up, her slender hand slipping to my neck, pulling me.It seemed the most natural thing in the world. To bend and kiss my sister's lips seemed right. And, as if we'd both been starved of affection, or needed to reaffirm life, the kiss. He smiled and said, “Of course I do. You’re a beautiful woman. Now come to bed and I’ll show you how sexy you are.” Inwardly relieved, Kathy went to her husband and they embraced and kissed. Not the passionate kisses of youth, but the gentle knowing kisses of familiarity, security, and, importantly, love. Mark, grateful for this unexpected passion, felt his manhood swell and said,”Do you want to be on top?” “No,” replied a now panting Kathy. “I want you to be on top.” Mark rolled her over on to. “ Have fun,” said Shilla blowing a kiss in our direction. Andy’s boat was a converted fishing boat and he hired himself and the boat out to take holidaymakers on excursions around the many coves that were hidden from view from people on shore. The sun was beginning to get nice and warm as we sailed away from the jetty. Andy had built a sunbathing area towards the front end of the boat and suggested that I used it while he manoeuvred his boat away.