I was on the couch watching TV, and at around 1 AM my sister came out of her bedroom to grab a glass of water wearing a thin purple nightgown. It was ...odest, but I could tell she was wearing nothing underneath, and i wondered if she had just had sex. My dick got hard again as she smiled and said goodnight, and went back to bed. My mind was taken back to several years ago and her 18 year old body and those purple panties. I remembered how I used to expose myself to her. My mind went places it. But no, someone could notice, could hear her, perhaps even see her. She couldnot let anyone see her, not dressed like this, practically naked. She had adapteda lot since starting her relationship with Becky, but she was not ready tocome out as a lesbian, let alone reveal some of the games the two of them played. She had no option but to endure the heat. She peeled the T-shirt from her skin, wafting it up and down, revealing smooth,lightly curved belly and the under curves of petite, lovely. After the buffet, people drift into the large barn outfitted with a dance floor. A band plays. Mounds of sweet smelling hay surround the dancers. Fritz dances with many beautiful young ladies. Many of them are wives or daughters of invited artists. Some are nieces or mistresses of artists. Some are artists themselves. They all know why they were invited. Fritz likes young women. He dances slow and close with each of them. He looks down their dresses at their cleavages. He drops his hands down. I then held itdown with my knee (thank God for spider-strength, whatever the hellthat's the equivalent of; seriously, how does equivalent strength of aspider mean anything good for a human being? We can crush spiders withour bare hands, that's not exactly strength) and yanked its head offwith my hands.I stood there as rain started to fall, and cops started to arrive. Istood there wondering why the hell the Harpies decided to send thesethings after me now.***"Well, kid, that was pretty.