The only difference, given that I had done it once before, is that I had a little more self control and fucked her longer (1 to 2 minutes?) before I c...me. She moved some but didn't awaken and apparently she and/or my father never discovered my sperm in her pussy. Again, maybe dad fucked her a didn't realize he was getting "sloppy seconds." The third, and last time, I fucked her that summer is more interesting. It was very near the end of summer vacation and one of the last evenings we would. I told him not to count on it and left. That seemed to have no effect on him and he just continued to lie on the bed and stroked casually.A month passed, I worked and worked but couldnt concentrate. My mind kept wandering to the happy times that we shared. Every day I masturbated. Everyday I thought of him and how he controlled me. How I was happy. How I was satisfied. And now all that was gone. I cried every night. But that didnt help.Finally on Monday, I gather all my guts and decided to go. Stormy wanted me to soap up a washcloth and then wash her with that. I did but I still got to feel of her tits. For a fifteen-year-old feeling Stormy’s tits was a real thrill. She knew exactly what I was doing. Then she decided to bargain with me. Oh this was going to be good. I could feel her up but in return I had to give her orgasms. Okay! However she had to teach my how first.Stormy told me to slip my hand down her tummy toward her crotch then run my hand down between her legs and cup her. ”“Are you sure?”“Yes.” I was disappointed but it would be nice to have dinner with my sister.“I will be over right on time. Do you want me to bring anything?”“How about a nice wine. That would go well with some kimchi”“Okay.”Dinner was nice and the red wine went well with the meal. “Robin, how about watching a movie?”“Not tonight. I would really like to talk to you. You have been a blessing to Olivia and me.”“I think you have that mixed up. I really appreciate your letting me stay with.