We were isolated and the summer was hot and humid. I liked to sleep with my window open. I believed Mom did too. I was going to find out. I just got s...me flip-flops out of the hall closet and quietly went out the back door and down to one of mom's windows which had a light escaping from it.I could see into the open window, with its curtains wafting in the breeze, and on the king sized bed I could see Livy sitting on the edge in a teddy and with no bra. Her long dancer's legs were curved under. I can't even imagine what you're going through." "So if you're not here for sex, and you know I can't forgive you, what do you want?" "I don't know," I said. "I guess I hope that maybe someday you won't hate me. Not that you'd forgive me, but maybe that we could-" My sister settled down next to me on the leather couch and draped a hand across my thigh. "I don't hate you, Frank." "Really?" She rolled her eyes at me. "Yes, really. I'm not sure I'd know how if I wanted to." I put an arm around her. He kneels beside me, watching me, his cock in his hand. My greedy labia soak up the transparent fluid. Everything is so wet that the rubbing makes squeaky noises.I continue to massage, until I get drier down below and the sperm is absorbed like sunscreen. What he sees turns him on. His cock is almost fully erect again, he wants to fuck me a second time. For a moment I hesitate, then I refuse. There really doesn’t have to be a second time with him.This does not suit him at all, but I start. .”“You wrote about us? I’d like to read that.”“Please, don’t ... not now. It’s too personal -- too revealing. I’d be mortified. Maybe some day...”“If you don’t want me to read it, I won’t. You didn’t use my real name, did you?”“Of course not. I’m careful, Jeff. I’m careful not to include any details that could link me with Quinn. Oh, God -- if Quinn were ever doxxed or outed as me -- I don’t know what I’d do. The thought terrifies me. I have nightmares about it. Trans people get killed just for.