Both of us on our sides, she cradled my body around hers, pressing her butt into my hips. She reached back and placed my arm around her waist. I wasnt...sure what do, everything I did before seemed to upset her or make her leave. I was trying hard to control my erection but her backside pressing against me made it difficult. She was no longer wearing the t-shirt, only the black cotton panties. Her bare back was in full contact with my undefined twelve year old chest. She placed her hand over mine. No, she borrows other things from me, in the case of how all this came about, it was a videotape of a concert that I had. I wanted it back one afternoon and went into her room to look for it and went to the first place I figured it would be, in the VCR. I popped the tape out with the eject button, looked at it and, no, it wasn't my concert video. In fact it wasn't labeled at all. So, I pushed it back in and hit play as I turned on the television.Wow.My sister and her boyfriend, Ben, fucking.. Lying between Sams legs, Tim could feel her move her hips when he started to suck on her right breast. The more he sucked on her beautiful mounds, the more she gyrated. Her breaths were coming out in gasps, punctuated with low moans. He decided it was time to move on, to test the waters, so they say. With a final kiss to both nipples, Tim got up and pulled off his tee shirt. His eyes never left the nubile beauty. He leaned over and grasped the sides of her black bikini panties. Sam raised her. “Will you be here tomorrow evening?” he then inquired.“Yeah,” I replied.“Well, then what are your requests for tomorrow?” he asked.“Do you know ‘Blowing in the wind’?” I asked.“Fuck, buddy, I am a Dylan fanatic,” he answered.“Me too,” I replied.“Well, is that all?” he answered challengingly."Okay, why don’t we add a bit of Elton, as well?” I answered.“Which one of his songs?” he inquired.“Rocket Man,” I instantly replied.“Fuck, Travis, I think you and I should get married,” he countered.“Wow,.