As I walked past her room in the hallway, I found her door partially open. She was in the habit of locking up her room while leaving for her office. A... I took a surprised look inside her room, I was mesmerized by the scene in front of my eyes. Anu was seated in front of her PC with her back towards the door. She was watching a porn movie while wearing her headphones. Maybe this was the reason she didn’t hear me unlocking the main door of the apartment. One of her hands was busy stroking her. We met and he beganhelping me with the exercises. At the end of the session he volunteered todrive me home and we got into his station wagon.As we drove, he started talking about masturbating - did I, how often,where, what did I think of when I masturbated, and so on. Each time I gavean answer he volunteered his own information. When I said I masturbated twoor three times a day, he told me that he masturbated 5-6 times a week. WhenI told him I masturbated in bed, he said he masturbated anywhere. Kath allowed the garment to slip to the floor, and as she brought her hands down, they brushed ever so slightly against her sister’s breasts. Kath heard a tiny murmur come from her sister as her hands brushed over her nipples. “Would you like me to wash your back for you?” Kath asked, in a somewhat haltering tone.“Ah, that might be nice, if you’d like too,” said Julie, “after all, there’s nothing wrong with two sisters helping each other, and is there?” They both knew this had nothing to do. “The nastiest thing was probably ……” Her voice trailed away as she bit her lip, as if the old feelings of guilt were welling up inside her.“Go on,” I breathed, reaching up to stroke her hair gently. She turned to look at my face, seeking reassurance. I gave her a soft, loving smile. Her eyes dropped, but she began to speak again, in a low, almost incoherent voice.“Do you want to hear about the times I lay on my back so he could feel between my legs?” she whispered, questioningly. As she spoke,.