Jill walked into my room, gloriously nude, and said, "When I found out Jane was your Aunt and that you were up here, I had to come and say hello. It's...so good to see you again." I just sat there stunned, not quite sure what to do, what to say."Well don't just sit there ... can you hug an old friend?" asked Jill as she held her arms out."Er ... I'm not sure I can. I'm not at all used to all this nudity." Okay, then ... What about a handshake, then?" I stood up, walked over to her and we shook. I broke the kiss.“I knew you wanted me, just like I wanted you.”He grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. He lay on the bed and open his legs.I got down on my knees at his feet and kissed one, then the other. I picked the left foot and brought it to my lips. I opened my mouth and put his little toe in. I sucked it, he moaned. I then sucked the rest, paying most attention to the big toe. I then moved to the next foot and as I finished he moaned loud and I looked up in time to see a big wet. Eventually I felt something huge pressing against my hole. Instant clamp shut, begged her to wait. As a loving wife she didn't push any more, but she didn't pull away either. Just stayed exactly where she was. As I slowly relaxed, her strap on slowly opened me up, causing me to moan slightly as the head slowly eased into me and she lightly pushed a little at a time. after what felt like forever, I suddenly gasped at being fully opened and feeling of the head slip in. As she gently pushed her. There was an extra level of intrigue to all things involving privacy. While seeing my real sister undressed seemed perfectly boring, getting peeks at Carrie in various stages of undress was an ongoing pursuit. Apparently Carrie felt the same confusion. I had the pleasure of experiencing it on a family trip we made one summer to my grandparents house. I was 16. Carrie was just a few months older. With such a large group, there weren't bedrooms for everybody at the house during our visit..