She looked decidedly awkward and kept her silence, except to eventually ask who the devil was I. When I explained she told me I had no rights to go sn...ffing around the building like I owned it. ‘Seems to me you are the one doing the sniffing’ I declared. She looked at me hesitantly, her blonde hair and blue eyes took me in right away, she had culture and feminine magnificence in my book and a figure to fight a war for. She slumped on the chair, her skirt riding up to reveal gorgeous thighs and. Er war Rund, knackig, wie ein Po eben sein sollte.während ich in Gedanken versunken war, kribbelte es in mir und meine Hand ging vom Po über meinen flachen Bauch, bis unter mein weißes schlaf-Shirt und an meine Brüste. Manchmal brauchte ich diese Streicheleinheiten am Morgen einfach. Keine Selbstbefriedigung oder so, sondern einfach nur Berührungen auf der Haut, ein fühlen des eigenen Körpers. Ich streichelte mir über meine kleinen Brüste. Ein schönes Gefühl, wenn meine Finger um die. I mean, we argue and stuff like regular brothers and sisters, but we're also used to confiding in each other and asking for advice.I never paid too much attention to what she looked like -- heck, she was my sister, right? But some of the older guys in school asked me about her a few times, so I tried to figure out what they saw in her. She doesn't look too bad, for a sister, I mean. She dresses OK, and she's not real thin or real fat -- although she's always saying she could stand to lose a few. You can't tell, it might be fun, doll. Why don't you trust me and find out?"She had steadfastly refused his obscene suggestions, however. Right up to the point where she felt that she was losing him. He would go out and stay out all hours after awhile, and not make any excuse. In the morning she would find his shorts covered with lipstick. Finally she couldn't take any more of his silent, withdrawn treatment. She consented tearfully to do whatever he wanted, if it would make him happy and he.