But more than anything she wanted to taste it.Being careful to watch his face for any reaction, she reached her hand into his boxers and let her finge...s run through the course forest of hair surrounding his crotch and his penis. Suddenly it was in her palm and she could squeeze it gently. She kept squeezing it and stroking it, carefully letting her fingers slide up and down, and to her amazement, she felt it start to grow.His breathing was still regular, his eyes closed and his whole body. "I feel the same way about you," I told her, adding, "Even although what we are doing is technically wrong, it's one hell of a turn on knowing you're my little sister."Looking at me for a few moments, Sally continued by asking, "Why did it take you so long to make a hit on me?" I've often wanted to, believe me," I replied, "You'll never know just how many times I've looked at you in your school uniform or lazing around the house in your "Comfs", and wanting to put my hand between your lovely. I headed back to my room with Mrs Smith who checked that I had everythingbefore saying her farewells. After she had gone, I stripped down to mywhite cotton panties and put on the robe as I had been told. Then I satand waited.When they came for me I lay down on the trolley bed noticing my paintedtoe nails poking out from the bottom of the blanket they had hastilythrown over me. The hint of glamour in the otherwise unglamorous settingbrought a smile to my face.In the operating room, all the. The rage now rapidly fades as the injuries we'd ignored and fought through become achingly apparent. I didn't intend to hurt him when we started our argument, but as I look at him with his two black eyes, clutching his side, I feel guilty with him coming off worse than me.I walk to my car in a daze, feeling and looking like shit with the front of my shirt ripped and my chest wound tight with grief. My best friend now hates me, but my pride hadn't let me back down, and neither had his. Seventeen.