“Hey there Sexy” he says to you with a smile “Samantha already left, she wasn’t feeling well, but she said you’d be coming by and to give yo... this…” he slides you an envelope containing a note and the 50 bucks Sam owes you. “Can I get you a drink?”, he says as you take out the note. “Sex on the beach” you respond as you remove your coat and sit at the bar. “WOW” he remarks as he gives you your drink “that’s quite a fetching dress you’re wearing”. You hardly notice his come on as you delve. I know thisis the show she wants. Me, reduced to nothing but a warm hole for a manscock to cum into.The whole scenario has an effect on me. It makes my little clitty ache inits cage. Somehow, she knows. I feel her hand reach under my skirt andrun up my thigh. I feel her pull my panties to the side so she can carassmy little orbs, my little sissy ovaries, she calls them. God, her touch.So soft. It has been so very long since I have felt such love."Tell me when you are about to cum," she says.And. After we had cleaned-up, dressed and gone downstairs to have a cuppa, a slip of paper flopped through the letterbox announcing a street BBQ that night (all socially distant of course). Taking a peek out of the window we could see the sun was now out, the forecast improving, and preparations being begun to adorn the street outside with lighting and music. We had nothing else planned so decided we would attend. Now sat comfortably on the sofa Jane, looking thoughtful and cuddling her tea mug. I stretched for a few seconds, yawned like I was trying to catch some errant flies, and rubbed my bleary eyes with my fists. My brain’s first recognizable thought for the day was, .Thought number two was much better, Thought three was even smarter; I must have been on a roll. “Mmmm, g’ morning, Sis. I love ya too,” I mumbled hoarsely.More giggling, good thing she’s my sister and knows how I am in the mornings. She has had fifteen years of practice, after all. Well, to be fair, one day of.