And no it wasn’t because we had sex. Which we didn’t. I’m not interested in girls that way. Although she is. When I found that out I wondered if...she was the one that had touched my pubic hair and my clit. Although I hadn’t told my parents that part either.My dad looked shocked but then he straightened his face and asked, “And where is that monster of a sister of yours?” Dad said that in a teasing tone.Later I stood in the shower and looked at my breasts. I squeezed them where my sister had. .." Yeah," I laughed. "I don't think she was too impressed with me. Wow, hard to believe that was forty years ago." I think about that night often," she admitted as she moved close and put her arm around my neck.I turned towards her and she wrapped her legs around my waist as her other hand began tracing through the slick hair on my chest. I slid my hands under her and cupped her still-firm cheeks, pulling her into me. She wrapped her legs tight and began grinding her crotch into me."I would go. I felt him tie my hands together with a bit of leather and he pulled it tight then he put a blindfold around my eyes, he slid my bikini bottoms down my trembling thighs and then there it was, he pulled my arse cheeks apart and began running his tongue all over my tight little rose bud I could hear his breathing get faster and his tongue went deeper into my hole he slid a finger underneth me and started rubbing my erect clit "Your pussy is enjoying this " he said as his fingers probed me. The Oranges were killed on the spot, easy to replace. But she could still be valuable.He entered her bedroom to deal with the situation. Her wrists and ankles were clamped in a way that she was spread eagled on the bed. She was mostly naked except for a white garter belt, stockings and high heels. From the looks of it, somebody had dressed her up before he got there. As usual in this situation, there was sound and light proof helmet over her head. The idea was to deprive them of sensory input.