He was a perfect husband, in and out of bed, and a super father. He clearly doted on Annette but was strict when necessary. She loved him. Her birth t...ough had been difficult and we decided that rather than take any further risks I should have a hysterectomy. Sad, because we both would have liked at least one more child. Anyway, life went on happily until Annette was about eleven and a half."She paused and swallowed before being able to continue: "She came to me in tears one morning after. Her t-shirt clung to her hot sweaty body and touched every inch of her as it came up. Her hot hip line was the first to be seen and I quickly pinched it. She let out a tiny gasp and then continued. Next, I saw the most beautiful navel in existence guys it’s like the perfect amount of love handles meets perfect fat level on her belly the right amount to gently sink your teeth into. Then her big black hole like a belly button. I just wanted to fill it with Nutella and lick it all day long. Up. I felt surrounded by his heat…arms on either side of me, legs pressing against my outer thighs. I must admit, I was aroused, and could feel my nipples hardening in response to the movement of his body encompassing me. As we made our way along the road, I was acutely aware of every movement of his body. The bouncing of the large tractor caused me to brush continually against him, and the rutted road offered ample excuse for me to press back against him slightly, in pretext of being afraid of. Michelle and I have always been close and we've done everything together.Um, no, not that. Not sex. I mean, we've seen each other naked. Lots of times. We've skinny-dipped, played spin-the-bottle with friends, Truth or Dare, yes, but no sex. It's not unusual for either one of us to come out of the shower, towel off and run naked down the hall to our own room to dress. So, sure, we've seen each other but it's been hands off.Now, don't get me wrong. I'm seventeen and I'm a male. My sister is.