‘Shit,’ I said, after hearing Izzy’s bedroom door slam shut. ~~~~~~ I hadn’t meant to be so sharp with her, and it wasn’t Izzy’s fault tha... she spoke the truth. For about a year or so now, I’d been experiencing sensations that demanded my attention, and I was just now beginning to masturbate again, finally being able to give in to the feelings of sexual release without feeling guilt. To tell the truth, I longed for the feeling of being held in the arms of a beautiful woman. Maybe my daughter. I finished my first glass then poured a second and stood, momentarily abandoning the bottle. My first step was the most invigorating. I wasn’t even sure what I would say when I got to her. I did know there was a small inferno in my pussy and each step toward her stoked the heat higher. Heel precisely placed at a slight crossover to the planted toe. Hips swaying, eyes locked on my target, pace slow and methodical. I made my way over to her. I felt the slight buzz of the first glass taking. ”Her legs were locked behind my back and her arms were around my neck. I thrust in and out of her, the strokes becoming faster and faster until I couldn’t hold back no longer. I recall suddenly that we should have used a rubber, but it was way too late now to worry about that now. My head was spinning and the world seemed to tilt off its axis as I emptied myself into her, wad after wad of come emptied into the silken depths of her womb.We lay there, staring at the ceiling both reeling at our. Have you, at least, kissed him? He is a really good kisser.”“You had better get out before I use this knife on you, you -- whore!”I didn’t hear the sounds of a fight, so I zipped up and went back into my room.“Do I treat you like a trained dog?” my sister asked me, sounding sincere, for the first time I could recall.“No, you don’t, but sometimes you do treat me like you are my older sister than my younger one,” I said to her sitting back down on my chair.“Priest,” she said. “If I wasn’t your.