" We both said. Andy and I went out last night. He took me to a play. She is smiling from ear to ear. There was a big bouquet of flowers on her desk. ...ick gives me a kiss and he gets on the elevator and head off to his place at work. I walk into my office. Shelly follows me. I pass several files to her and tell her that I need them typed and filed by the end of the day. She grabs them up. Things have changed with her and I. I know that if I would leave the office for any given time, she would. In her excitement, she could no longer resist pulling up her nightclothes and she felt a sudden frisson of delight as her fingertips found her nipples that were once more erect and so hard. As she fondled herself, the tingle of pleasure she had felt earlier in the cinema sparked again at the top of her thighs. Her private place felt almost incandescent and swollen. It seemed to be pushing her legs apart inviting the touch of her hand. Still fondling her breasts with one hand, she reached down. I cleaned up and got dressed, my face a beet red as my sister came over not long after. She didn't have enough time to shower and she smelled awful, and looked even worse. Her hair was clumped, her makeup still damp and running, and my god was the scent overpowering. I had to watch the video as they groped and fondled her, her looking over at me, me pretending not to notice or look back at the clip so it didn't have much of an impact. What I missed out on was the actual fucking. They invaded. The only source of anything sexual was a girlie magazine (Club) I had. I loved looking at the pictures and reading the stories. I had nothing else. From time to time, I would go through my sister's things, panties, bras, etc. I would try to peek every now and then. I was so sexually charged up, but so unknowing and naive. Late one winter afternoon, I found myself all alone at home. My parents were away for the week down south and left us home. I came home from basketball practice and took a.