The only thing my sister doesn't know... is that I am gay. The only question she didn't answer? The one about his name. *Leave me even more in the dar..., sister, gee, thanks!* I thought."Well, is he at your house?" I asked my sister. She shook her head. "He'll be there shortly." My sister said as we got inside and started to set up the big couch in the living room. It would be my place to sleep. I always loved sleeping on the big couch. We got something to drink and then suddenly the moment was. This woke her up."What are you doing?" She asked, she was mad of course."Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I was masturbating again." I told her."Why didn't you wake me? And why did you spray it all over my face?" She screamed."Well, I" Think, think, there has to be a reasonable explanation why I did that. "I just thought that maybe you'd be too tired to help me out, after what we did last night, I couldn't blame you."She headed to the shared bath. Pulling her pajama shorts up but her ass. She moved into one of our cabins we had on the farm. One night I was locking up and thought I would knock to see if she had her rent money. As she opened her door she was wearing just a towel, she had just showered. I said hi rent day she said come in which I did and closed the door behind me. She asked if I wanted a cup of tea why not I replied. All the time She was making the drink I was checking her out. The towel barely cover her precious little bum and when she bent over I could see her. She always wore the most feminine dresses, or skirt and blouse combinations. I don't think she owned one pair of slacks. Her blouses were translucent enough so you could see a hint of lacy bra, or the frilly bodice of a pretty slip. One rather dreary mid-Saturday afternoon, I had completed my assigned chores, and we were sitting at her kitchen table casually chatting, me drinking a coke and she a glass of Sherry. She was wearing a just-below-the-knee swingy-type dress that buttoned down the.