It was a Friday morning when we picked her up. Abby cut classes for the day, and I was granted the day off to pick up a family member from the hospita.... We decided that first we would fill Gabby in on what she missed. We sat her down on chair, looking directly at my bed. We proceeded to act out what had happened the previous nights when Abby and I made love.. I lay back on the bed, my arm around my sister, her head buried in my chest. Unbeknownst to me, she was quite an actress. Real tears were. The barn had Ross’s family name painted on the gable with the words, ‘Est. 1869’. His family had lived there for a long time.An extension cord ran out of the house to a big radio on the porch and it was tuned to WLS in Chicago, blasting out across the yard. There were a couple coolers of Cokes and a picnic table laden with chips and dip. It wasn’t a dinner party. We talked to our classmates and played a little volleyball. There was a huge security light on the barn and a porch light. Otherwise,. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her on the head. “but…”“But what?” she asked wiping the tears from her face.His hand slipped down her back and under her skirt, and he started tugging on the string. It sent a jolt through her body and her knees began to shake, “You did break the rules, and what kind of master would I be if I let this go unpunished?” he tugged on the cord again and again each time increasing pressure. She buried her face in his chest as the first bead started to. After a few minutes, I moved mine a bit against her ankle and she responded by scooting back towards me very slowly and quietly. My hand rose to caress her exposed shoulder that felt cold to touch. She sighed… my heart began to race and naturally my cock began to swell. I touched her soft long blonde hair that smelled so sweet. I then moved my torso and hips closer to hers. I felt the warmth of her back and surprisingly she moved closer to me wanting to be spooned. My hard cock pressed.