Projects that, I hoped, were soon to come to fruition.The weekend before Thanksgiving is a horrible time to fly. Not as bad as Christmas, but damn clo...e. The plane was full of people happily going back home to their families to celebrate.I hated them. I hated them with a jealous hate that burned white hot.Fuck 'em.That had been my attitude on a lot of things for quite some time now. Fuck 'em. Fuck it. Fuck everything.I had taken the window seat in the last row in first class this time; gotta. Then her voice took on a whining note. "Help me, Matty! I feel like I'm going to explode! What's happening to me?"Matt's astonishment was based primarily in the fact that he had never really thought of his sister as a "girl" before. She was many things to him. Besides being his sister she was, at one time or another, a friend, pain in the ass, tutor, partner in mischief and quite possibly played a dozen other roles in his life as well. But she had never played the role of sexy turned on girl. He bent down and pressed his tongue against her wet vagina and entered slowly with his tongue. She was enjoying this, every minute of it. He was always so erotic and made her scream with pleasure until they both came. It didn't make sense to her how fast she could fall for this man. After all, it had only been two weeks since they had first met. He stood back up and rubbed the very tip of his penis on her lips, the ones down there of course. Then, his penis slowly slid into her and she moaned. Mom noticed and asked if we were OK, and we assured her that we were. Mom raised her eyebrows at us and gave a piercing look, like she was suspicious about something. I hoped she thought we were on drugs! That very night Masha snuck into my room again and got under the covers. I put my arms around her and realized she wasn't wearing her nightgown. "Masha!", I exclaimed, pushing her away, "Are you naked? What are you doing?" "Mark, please, let's not kid ourselves", she retorted, as she.