Anyway over the next couple of days she just drew me little giggles and generally giving me teases by flaunting herself at me which I remember being q...ite timid to it all. None the less I did sometimes fantasise about her as I had my wanking sessions between my sheets with my tissue paper.Then one day my sister called me into her bedroom. I walked in and she told me to come over and sit on her bed which I remember doing so rather sheepishly. She then said outright if I liked to see women in bra. Tell me I’m wrong. Aren’t you going to play with them both? Set them against each other?”“What business is it of yours? Quit interfering!”“Am I supposed to stay my hand as my daughter wastes her best chance for enduring love, with a girl so smart and sweet I’d want her for myself? Someone who admires and adulates her? Because she’s deadly afraid of her own feelings?” she said. “I never thought you were a coward.”“Wait. You ... like women that way?”“Way to fixate on the least important aspect,. ’ For the remaining minutes they left the talk aside and she watched the ruby bounce against the dip in her collar bone, beating out the tempo of his thrusts. She felt the heave in her breasts when he made impact and the way he watched them bounce. ‘I adore his lust. I want to give him more. I want his love to drown me. I just can’t stop feeling this, this draining and filling of my heart. It’s like a drug. Shit… it’s better than anyone ever told me.’ ‘You love me,’ she whispered, ‘you love. After being alone for so many years, I thought that certain needs had long since gone, but they were just lying dormant.And it wasn’t just the sex, it was the companionship, the intimacy, the ability to talk to someone on more than just a casual level. I felt alive when I was with him.“Come by tonight.” I replied.That night I sat on my couch while Tommy paced back and forth and spewed all his anger and frustrations out.For an hour I listened to him rage against her and how unfair this entire.