" Back in a tick." I trotted downstairs to find a thermometer. Having done so, I was on my way back up when I heard a thump from the landing and found...Ellen in a heap at the foot of the attic stairs. "Oh, shit. You hurt, Sis?" Okay ... just stumbled on the last stair..." she was struggling to her feet as she was speaking and I helped her up. "Need toilet." She staggered to the bathroom and pushed the door to behind her.When she emerged, I made her sit on the bottom stair as I checked her. " You know your father's older than I am. He was in the Navy during World War II. One of the ports he was stationed in was San Diego. He liked it so much he decided to move here after the war. We actually met in the drugstore after school one day. I was a senior in high school and was about two weeks away from graduation. A bunch of us girls would go down to the drugstore after school, sit at the counter and spend most of the afternoon drinking one coke or a shake and talk about boys. Boy, we. Then I held the remaining half up to her lips.She must have been dying of heat and thirst after everything that had happened because she attacked that popsicle with her lips and tongue even more vigorously than she had my cock. I slid the glistening orange ice in and out of her mouth a few times while she devoured it.When she had eaten it all and licked the stick clean I tossed it aside and picked up the other half of the popsicle, already melted somewhat despite having been left in the shade.. I began to move my hips. Slowly, rolling them in small circles, pushing my butt back in to him. And I felt him become harder, his cock now rock solid, pressing in to me, I pressed right back.We moved together like this for a little while, keeping our movements small so as not to draw attention to ourselves. We were surrounded by others in this tiny space. I was getting so turned on, my pussy was dripping wet. I slowly moved my hand round behind me, and let me fingers brush against his bulging.