That did it for Lisa, sobbing and sniffing she poured her heart out, telling her friend how she became her brother's slave and how she wasn't allowed ...o have sex.When she was finished Carla gave her a handkerchief and said. "I bet that if you promise to wear a skirt instead of jeans he would let you have sex."Lisa blew her nose in the handkerchief and then said. "Ohh I couldn't. I would be so embarrassed if people could see my pussy." Why?" Carla retorted. "From what I have seen in the showers. I can't remember the last time my sister kissed me goodnight? Maybe when we were 4, I don't know, but I was loving it! I headed to my room and masturbated to the sound of her name at least 3 times.The next morning came and I was up early because I couldn't get my sister off my mind. My sister was already up and was in the shower. I sat down at the table and was eating a bowl of frosted flakes. I heard the door open and she walked by the kitchen with this little towel that looked like she stole. I close my eyes and correspond kissing him too. It's weird not just because we are step cousins but because I can taste my own sex in his lips in our very first kiss. And I like it. I like it a lot and it reminds me what he just did to me.He then looks at me in the eyes, his eyes are so penetrating with just the moon and the night street lamps outside as the only light sources in the room. It kind of scares me and at the same time makes me want to have sex with him. Which I think is going to. Shocked by the roaring pitch of the strange acoustic echo you look up at your detractors thinking it must have been an strange wolf whistle that had gone wrong, with a sound that was more foreboding then the usual playful flirtatious call.Curiously, the construction workers look equally surprised, until a large muscular bloke with beautiful onyx skin blurts out with a forced comedic tone, “Wasn't us sweet-thing, just the whippoorwills in these parts.”“Yeah, chickadee,” another laughs, “don't.