I mix the mashed and unmashed berries together and spoon the mixture into a small cook pot. I spoon the dough over the berries, move the pot to a medi...m heat area, and cover it. Meanwhile, the girls continue frying up the bread.The tea, as usual by now, has been steeping on the back of the stove. Everyone declares the bread and cobbler meal delicious. A couple pieces of the bread are blackened, but it adds to the experience.By now, the women have declared the plastic sheet to be a very useful. We were both soaked from sweat by the end as we collapsed onto the soaking wet bed. We laid there cuddling and kissing like a couple. It was really nice, I wanted my sister all to myself."How do you feel?" I asked."I'm good babe you?" Fantastic thanks. That was amazing! Do you feel guilty though?" Well yeah your my brother Ryan. What we're doing is wrong. But I have always found you attractive and It feels good, almost right." But it's not right is it. What would happen if mum and dad found. She remembered lying on her side, holding her stockinged leg up as he pushed his thick hardness into her pussy from behind. She remembered his excitement and her own feelings of shame and guilt, and the wet pleasures of release as she stifled her cries during the most intense orgasm of her life. Ginny didn't say any of this to Dawn, but when Dawn asked if it was more than just sex for her and for Tommy, she said, "I don't know babe, and right now, I don't care." For days, Dawn kept re-playing. Wegrabbed our coats and stepped into the chilly, early December air.Sarah drove and we chatted happily all the way to the OWI. When we gotthere, at about 8:30, the parking lot was packed! I had never seen itlike this - but of course we usually went out on Thursday evenings.Sarah found a space at the far end of the lot and we walked in. Notsurprisingly, the bar inside was as crowded as the parking lot. We hadno idea this place was so crazy on Friday nights! Kay, the hostess, sawus as we walked.