I mentally kicked myself again, for being so damned stupid.Julie just wasn't the type to have casual sex or a one night stand, and my suggesting that ...he should try it had obviously come close to putting me in the camp of those who approved of casual recreational sex even when you were in a committed relationship - and I didn't feel that way at all. I had messed up big time.It wasn't quite yet the moment for my grovelling abject apology for that hurtful behaviour, but I wanted to take a big. ‘Sorry, but who wouldn’t stare at you dressed like that!?’ ‘Shut up and unbuckle your belt, and pull down your drawers.’ My sister easily overpowered me, as I was shocked by what was happening. I did as she said, but stopped at my boxers. ‘Too scared?’ She said, ‘I’ll do it then, pussy.’So here I was, my 7 incher sitting out in our small living room, with my sister, within 20 feet of our parents room. My sister proceeded to then take. “Come here, bitch,” Max bellowed from upstairs. Katie wobbled on her heels to the stairs and saw Trenae standing at the top of the staircase. She was dressed in a pair of black panties, a matching bra, and heels that didn’t appear to belong to either a stripper or a hooker. She did appear to be rather annoyed, however. Katie didn’t even let it faze her and she ascended the stairs slowly. When she got to the top of the stairs, Trenae stood firmly in the way between Katie and Max and she. She did not come the first few times we had sex, and I only held back so long. Then she did start coming sometimes, and our reliable method for her to climax was to be on top, and for me to use my fingers to stimulate her. She liked orgasms, but they didn't possess her the way they do most women. But she came to adore me for my kindness and patience with her, and what made her ecstatic was to feel me achieve total sexual fulfillment inspired by her body. The grand and noble purpose of my.