.”“Carol, you’re my sister ... I just can’t.” I was fighting my own base instincts. She’s only 19, and she’s my sister.“Just kiss me, ...ou idiot? I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, too!”That did it. What the hell? She wants me to kiss her, I should ... it’s the brotherly thing to do. What the hell does that even mean? So, I touched her lips with mine.We melted into each other’s arms. This kiss felt different from any kiss I have previously given or received from any girl ... including. And I accepted again with no hesitation. When I got into his bedroom, I must have looked a bit nervous; because he asked me politely if I was fine.I took off my jacket and stood before him fully clothed. I felt my heart race as the stranger stood close and slowly unbuttoned my blouse. He smiled, saying he would have a lot of fun with his new little married slut…He unzipped my skirt and pulled it down to my ankles. He smiled again, as he discovered my exposed labia, since I was not wearing. She kept exercising. I was really surprised she is in such great shape. 40 minutes and from her shirt started sweat drip on the floor so I told her it was enough, let her relax for a whole and gave her big bottle of ion drink : “ Leslie, you know that I have so much respect for you now. You sweating so much but you didn't give up, I want to make you feel like in heaven, you're such special girl. How do you feel? “ She smiled : “ I'd never think I can sweat so much, I feel like sweat is running. It was hot. Of course it was. When I said fetish, I know I left it pretty open ended. All sorts of fetishes, really. Some people are into feet. Other are into panties. Me? I am into watersports. No, not swimming or diving or even water polo. Pissing. See? I told you I’m not a nice girl.I wasn’t even half way through when I felt my panties getting damp with arousal. The story didn’t disappoint and I wasn’t even to the best parts yet – I was still building. Oh, and I had to pee, something I had.