I moved my left hand to her boobs and started squeezing them one by one and was very hard by then.Kim moved her right hand from the back of my head to...my cock and started rubbing it over my jeans. We continued to kiss while her hand moved between my legs and reached my balls. She squeezed them very gently and made me moan and then moved back to rubbing my cock again. This continued for a while and then I broke the kiss and suggested moving in the back of the car. Without waiting for her. .. how about we smoke one? It’ll be sneaky and fun. At first she was reluctant because she thought it would be weird being high in front of me.I said, “Oh, come on, live a little!”After some convincing, she relented and so as not to stink up the house we went out to the shed in the backyard. There was no light so we brought a flashlight. We lit it up and smoked it. Passing a joint back and forth with my sister was unique, it felt like a small bonding experience. When we got back in the house. There was the warm, uncomplicated shelter of her love. The sex too. Sex has always been important to us. Anne was like this delicately tuned instrument. A Stradivarius violin, say. Or a Bechstein piano.Just playing her took my breath away. Oh yes, I did love to play her. Did. (Have to get used to this past tense. I'll learn, don't worry.)But Anne was gorgeous in so many other ways. It was a party to simply sit with her at the end of a working day. Just discussing what happened, the little. .I look up... and see a shadow disappear...my hear starts pumping like crazy...mostly from fear...fuck I dont even have anything in my bathroom that I could use to protect myself...and besides a towel,I dont even have clothes...I carefully, slowly get out of the bathroom, being careful not to make too much noise, leaving the water on as decoy...but as I make it to the bathroom doorHe walks in and pushes me against a wall, shutting the door behind us... his hand is on my mouth, not allowing me.