Her hand traced the outer edges of my pussy, I could feel the wetness on my legs. She used two fingers to part my outer labia. Bending over me I could...feel her breath on my thighs, as she held my labia open, her finger slid inside, her manicured but short nails disappearing inside me. She parted my inner labia, my scents filling the room, her finger finding the opening to my vagina. She pressed her finger inside. My body tensed, my feet tingling as her finger pushed inside me. My thigh muscles. She moaned and writhed in my grasp as I started to finger fuck her under the g-string, Honest Johnson dry humping her ass cheeks in anticipation.“What do you want”, I whispered into her ear. I’m not sure why I asked, I think I just wanted some verbal reassurance that I wasn’t raping my little sister.She didn’t answer.“Do you want me to fuck you?”She bit her lip again, her only sound a low involuntary moan.Something about her silence was throwing me off. Last night she was practical,. She wore the looped cross of eternal youth, the Ankh, ancient pagan symbol of everlasting life, draped from her neck so that it hung directly over her heart, as a reminder of her connection with the male virility that made this place special in her life. It stood too, in her mind for the female fecundity that gave birth to the offspring of Jenny’s and David’s union, the youth with prick now proudly piking toward the blue sky. It was all natural, the way it was when humans were first coming to. It was also the time I had my first date.Carson's had a setup with an all male school. Twice a year they held jointdances. Christmas and in the spring. Fortunately neither school assignedboys and girls together. It was more like a free for all. I wore a bluesheath dress with silver shoes and jewelry. As I walked into the hall Iknow I was nervous. My rare interactions with boys gave me no guideline tofollow. Most of the other girls had dated, had brothers, and so on. Theyknew what to do. I was.