I push open the door, and I see my blond, 14 year old sister weeping in the corner of her room.I approach her, and placing my hand on her shoulder, I ...sk, "Sam, what’s wrong?"My sister then proceeds to tell me that there is a "HUGE" spider on her window sill. I look out her window, and from the second story, I can see the yard and the driveway. Crawling on the glass is a medium sized spider. I pick up a magazine, roll it up, and whack the spider.Before I can turn around, my sister comes from. I now had my princess ready for a day in my retreat. As we dried she said she wanted cum inside her untouched hole. She was to be more than satisfied that day, but I was to save that virgin hole for another day, and her future mate. She would learn there are other places for my seed. We spent the day together never a piece of cover. Most the time she would embrace to feel me in or near her heat. I taught her how to give a hand job and to look into my eyes with sinful lust. She quickly learned. I could have died right there, right then, and been happy about it! Oh my god, I was actually fondling Suzanne’s tit, something I never imagined could happen even in my most optimistic dreams.It crossed my mind to tell her that her heart was on the other side, but thought better of it. My hand felt pretty good where it was; I might never get the chance again. My fingers began gingerly exploring, pretending to look for a heart beat. All I felt was a hardening of her nipple against the palm of my. I planned to act slightly surprised to be caught in the situation, but to demurely shrug it off, walking over to my bag and slowly choosing what to put on. I knew exactly what I was going to put on and yet decided that I would ponder two possibilities and ask her opinion, standing all the while in my blue lace underwear, watching how long her eyes were going to linger on my chest. And what of my jeans. Should I dare slip them off before putting a top on? I stood there thinking to myself. What.