Then it was time, time for all virginity to leave our castle. Dear brother rolled me over onto my back. Gently he spread my legs. I could almost taste...the aroma wafting from my oozing, bubbling, soaking labia. He smiled. Alas, it reminded me of a very old movie with the villain sporting a black handlebar mustache as he readies himself to ravish the frightened virgin. Happily, I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind and it morphed into that of a loving brother about to bring his loving. It was going to be on March 29th and I know she couldn’t beat me home because she had volleyball practice and they had a game next week so I know she couldn’t skip.So, two weeks later, I snuck home early, went straight to our room and found her journal and began to read. The very first line made me freeze with astonishment as a shiver went up my spine. “3/11/16- Dear Diary, today I feel in love with my sister.”Wow. I couldn’t believe I didn’t notice sooner. All the shows, the peeking, and her. I was taken and enjoyed in ways I’d always dreamt of, ways I’d prayed for a man to possess me. Yet it wasn’t what I’d imagined. It was fine when I fantasised it, but as reality it was odious, although I still wanted it. Perhaps because I felt powerless to stop it – I had no choice but to submit. I’m no longer sure of what I want. . . . and now my mind tells me I should be satiated with sex, yet my body says nothing has happened to it. It’s aroused, it’s waiting, it wants to be used.’ ‘I don’t. In the second store the fitting rooms were cut off from the sales area and with nobody else back in the fitting rooms she stepped out to his chair and posed in front of him, spreading her legs, and leaning close so he could see her labia pressing through the silk panties. “Do you think these will impress my new boss, Mr. Richards?” she asked almost innocently. “Why wouldn’t he?” asked Will, “Hell, I’d rip them off you with my teeth if you were dressed in them in my office,” he answered,.