It slipped easily inside, her vagina feeling hot and welcoming, and the walls gripping me as she exhaled in my ear, “That feels so good!”I normall... don’t like the missionary position. I find it too uncomfortable and limiting, and find myself unable to stimulate my partner any way other than running my hands along her sides, pushing against her pubis, and pistoning in and out of her cunt.But this time, all either of us wanted was to move slowly together, in an unhurried dance, worshiping each. “So when did things begin to change?” I asked, forcing myself back on track. “And how? Was it sudden or did things happen gradually?”Again they exchanged glances, deciding who should take the lead. In the end, that duty fell to the older sibling again.“I suppose it started gradually,” Elaine began. “But when things finally started they progressed very quickly.”There was another exchange of looks with a much deeper, more sexual meaning.“You didn’t put up much resistance,” her brother. After that one time, we had gotten a response, which said measly, “who is this.” We both laughed for a while, and began emailing him again with such things as, “why don’t you guess?” or “I’m in your class.” After a few days we realized he wasn’t gonna email back, so we’d just forgotten about it, and just laughed at the fact that we had done it. At that time, Callie was the only one that knew that even though I dissed Mr. Zimmerman around all of our friends, and pretended to hate his guts, I. You really startled me, and maybe embarassed me a bit, too. You know I don't mind talking to you." I gave her a one-armed hug, pulling her to my bare chest.She took her face out of her hands and rested it on my chest. "Don't call me Sissy," she said automatically. Then she sighed. "I know, Mike. I thought about your offer to listen to my problem and decided to take you up on it. I should have waited outside until you were done." She didn't seem to be in a hurry to take her head off my chest, so.