For one, I was fascinated with her. She was petit and slim with long dark hair and legs to die for. I knew that there was a lot of bad press about her... but I never knew why and I always thought she was lovely. I would make excuses to go over to Sarah’s house, just to see her and would be so disappointed if I didn’t that I almost cried. Sometimes I tried to imagine what she looked like naked. During one easter holidays, just after my sixteenth birthday, I called for Sarah. We had been good. I would reach out and touch the younger sister's breast, caresses them, played with her nipples until hard. I tried to get her to come over to my bed so we could fuck. But she would not do it for fear that her older sister might be angry at her. So I played with her huge tits. I also sucked her nipples quietly as well. I am sure her sister heard but probably ignored us. The younger sister also pretended that she was asleep as well. But I knew that she was not. I slid my hands into her. She soon realized he was like her alone. No one care about him either, so they bonded. Their relationship was simple. She’d come home, and place a can of tuna outside. Old Tom would come eat. He wasn’t the prettiest cat. His orange fur was matted. His tail was half eaten off. He had patches of fur missing. He was skinny, and his right eye had been gouged out. He wasn’t very affectionate, but he meowed when he saw Petra. He would even stroke his body against her showing her some affection. He. She held me for a moment and whispered, "God, your gorgeous." I have to admit I felt a little flutter in my tummy.We ordered drinks and sat and talked and laughed. The whole time, I felt her eyes taking me in. The way she moved when she shifted in her seat, I could tell she was super turned on. I was a little preoccupied with what was going on inside her tights. We barely finished the first drink when she offered to order a second round."Is drinking what you want to do tonight, orrr shall we.