Later that night I didn’t mention anything to my sister about her fingering herself in hopes that she might do it again. Since my parents were gone ... could watch porn more openly now on my laptop so I stripped and crawled into bed and pulled the sheets over my dick. I wouldn’t be hard for a while because I had seen these movies several times. My sister then peeked into the room and mentioned that she was going to take a shower. We shared a bathroom that had a door in each of our bedrooms too. . She looked up as James sat down next to her. He noticed that her skirt was ridden up her knee slightly.“Claire.”“James,” she breathed.“I’m sorry about what happened last night,” James said. “I didn’t hear you in the doorway.”“Would you have said those things, knowing I was there?”“God, no,” he blurted out. “I am a gentleman.”“Are you, then?” she asked, as she sat up and started undoing her blouse. She pulled it open and pulled her breasts out of her bra. “And what would a gentleman do with. I continued. “Is that what you want tosay?”For several seconds Kay said nothing, but then I heardher quiet “Yes.”I felt I should push this just a little further. “Thenif that is what you mean, then you must say it.”“No, I can’t,” Kay quickly got out.Again I paused. “You must say it, Kay.”Another pause, but this time she said it very quietlyand demurely. “Bill, I need a bloody good fucking.”Suddenly she became a little. To relax further, we had a beer and shared a joint and got little high, laughing about some of the stories from her job and from my school. Refreshed with beer, we shared another joint and got really stoned. It had been a long day of waiting tables for Janet at lunch and she was complaining of being sore in her shoulders and legs. We had taken our shoes off and I was rubbing her feet when Janet turned to me and said with a glint in her eye “Hey, how about giving me one of your great massages?.