I looked at my watch. It was 10:05. Next I heard the sound of heeled shoes on a hard wood floor, and her commanding voice. "You are five minutes late,...Andrea."In her five inch heels, she must have stood over six feet. She was wearing black leather slacks, a black and red corset that accentuated her waist and breasts. Her black hair was combed back. Everything about her exuded power, class, and control. Her piercing eyes talked as she spoke. As I stood to shake her hand and to explain that my. “Do you want to fuck your Mommy in the ass?” I watch Tom’s face darken to a hedonistic, hungry hue. He pushes three fingers inside me, and curls them until it hurts. I shiver in sexual angst; so, this is the man Laurie was talking about. This isn’t my Pumpkin. “That’s it,” I whisper as I feel his dominant energy sink into me, “that’s exactly what I need.” Tom pulls up sharply, and presses his mouth to mine. He doesn’t kiss me like he did before, and I don’t either. I don’t melt in the heat of. She was peeing out of her vagina. And it felt erotic to besliding through her pussy lips like that. Brenda didn't know being agirl was so fun. Finally, Brenda looked down to make sure it was allout before wiping. But when she wiped, a little blood appeared on thetoilet paper.-Oh, fuck, I started my period early.So she ran across the hall, back to her room, and opened a drawer whereBrenda saw little tubular packages.Brenda was going to use tampons.She grabbed one and sat on the bed with her legs. This story begins with a guy and his sister. Now before I start I must point out that the relationship between myself and my sister isn’t any different than any other siblings; we occasionally fight and bicker but all in all we get along just fine. So let me tell you a bit about my sister.She is nearly eighteen, average height with a toned body and has got brown soft curled hair with blondish streaks and piercing blue eyes. The most noticeable thing is her perfect smile; I know it sounds cliché.