Thanks again. I also want to thank my wife. Her insight made this a better story. This story has no sex in it. It is story of lines being crossed, but...the question is how far? Please share your likes and dislikes about this story. It will help me to become a better writer. As usual all comments are appreciated.Someone must think my head is a drum; they keep beating on it. I decide to open my eyes. Where am I? I look around and see that I am in my favorite recliner in my living room. That. I dropped it on the mattress beside me.I hesitated then, trying to decide what article of her clothing to remove next. I didn't hesitate long. My sister's nipples, their rigidity discernable despite the bra cups covering them, were irresistible targets. I ran the forefingers of my two hands along the upper margin of her bra, caressing the flesh visible above her fabric-encased breasts. Amanda sighed softly in response. I continued this routine for several minutes, expanding the extent of my. I already imagined my disappointment as her next words would probably be something like, 'want to play I spy?' I was wrong though. 'Sure,' I murmured. 'When I say fun...' she said, still very softly, 'I mean... sexual...' I paused. She found my tit in the darkness and started very slowly hardening the nipple with the tips of her soft fingers. The whole while, I couldn't believe she had felt the same urges as me, and decided being locked in this gym room was maybe the best thing that could've. 8:00 PM.It was snowing and I had been afraid that their visit here would be cancelled. I waited but they only arrived a bit later than Ali had promised, but better late than never.He told that he was about to phone me and tell me we would have to meet another weekend, but both his boys have heard so much about "the Danish whore" he had been fucking, so they have been pestering him, and at last he gave in.They both were eager to start fucking me and humiliate my poor husband.They told him to.