Well if I was going to be shared then there are worse things to found doing I guess.....Emily then softly murmurs "You know what didn't happen, don't ...ou?" My mind began wondering before she says "Why did neither of us get asked for some anal?" In all the sheer experience, I had been like a junior in a sweetshop with all this and always craved some anal myself. Emily, thinking ahead of course, had found some lube in her bag, slipped a bit onto my tip (so nice and cool too) & hands me the tube,. ”“No daughter of mine is going to have sex out of wedlock like some trampy whore. You’re too young.”“I’m too young? I’m eighteen. Ask Jeremy—I’ll bet that half the kids in his class have had sex!”“That’s different. He’s a boy.”“What? Excuse me? That’s ridiculous. What does that have to do with it?”“He can’t get pregnant and bring disgrace to our family. Besides, young men are expected to sow their wild oats.”“Daddy…you’re being an ass!” Steffi turned and left, storming up the stairs in. .” She touched her boobs. Small.“Because you’re small,” I said. “Geez, you’re still growing, sweetheart, but even if you don’t, lots of men find it attractive.”She touched her breasts again, cupping them. “When you came on me,” she said, “I felt like I was attractive.”“You were. You are.”“It felt all tingly.”I stroked a finger across her breast. “In here?”She shook her head. “Not there.” She opened her thighs and touched her pussy with a little shiver. “Down here.” She seemed like she wanted to. “I know you like these,” she laughed. I examined them and saw a familiar discolouration which I knew would be a source of heady delight for me.“Well, sniff them!” she demanded. I did as I was told and immediately smelt that wonderful combination of sweat and vagina which had been the source of so many intense masturbations for me. As I sniffed, she delved into her bag and pulled out a shiny, silver square: a condom.I had no idea if my sister was already fucking or if she had only been preparing.