" She hesitatedfor a moment, then bent at the waist for the towel. "Stop right there, big sister. Now spread your legs forme." I moved my hands to ...he insides of her thighs, pressingoutward. Her legs spread, and I saw it. Her beautiful assholewinked at me, inches from my face. Small and puckered, itstill glistened with the juices from Julie's pussy. "Little brother, you are so naughty. What are you lookingat back there?" Now Julie knew what I wanted. "I'm looking at your asshole,. . I wait for her ... The pain recedes from her face ... It is replaced with something more primal ... More wicked ... Ever changing.Her body seems to move cautiously, I can feel the friction in my loins. Again, I see her eyes. The pain is long gone. In them I see only excitement, lust, and yes of course, love.She repeats her mantra, "I love you, Billy!"She sets her rhythm. Her body melds with mine. Her pelvis now grinding where ours meet.Coldness still surrounds my body, except for where we are. I was unable to swallow it was so far in, so my saliva was sliding down all over her breast and over my face. I could hear her moans as I sucked her breast. Nibble on it babes, she moaned. I happily obliged doing my best to bite down on her massive boob. Her moans got louder the harder I bit. God I have to fuck you now, she moaned as she slid her breast out of my mouth. She hurriedly slid her pussy down towards my cock and shoved my penis inside it. God yes, she screamed at the top of her. I began to call this a rupture since I didn't really know what to call it. My mother though came to me one day and asked if I had started masturbating. I didn't know what she was talking about until she showed me the dried spots of goo on my bed sheets. It was a very embarrassing moment but I learned one thing from it – when you do masturbate, leave no evidence. Anyhow as I grew I always fantasized about women and never had any sort of romantic notions about men. When I was in junior high.