I pulled away from her, stared into her eyes and asked, "Is something wrong, honey?"Julie hesitated for a second and then said, "I'm ... I'm having my...period." That's OK. We always have fun even when we don't have intercourse." It's not that, Kyle. I wasn't supposed to ... I mean, I wasn't expecting to have my period this month." Julie said. A tear rolled down her cheek."Don't cry, sweetie. It's OK. We'll make love next week. This is fine." NO! It's not fine. Everything is ruined," Julie said.. We were trying to "do the right thing" and it never worked out. We were in love as far back as we can remember. Our first sexual encounter was too young for me to mention on the site. We were always cuddling growing up. Our parents encouraged our bond - if they knew how much we've bonded now they would be in a level of shock we would dare not put them through. We used to like watching movies together. That was our thing. Our parents would take us to Blockbuster and let us pick out 3 movies a. Mike was talking. “You look like a whore, do you feel like a whore?” Strangely, I did. I felt like a whore in a hotel room with my John and I felt like I had been drugged with an aphrodisiac. Mike later explained that he had told me that I would feel that way. What I do know is it made me feel like I wanted to fuck. That was the word going through my head. I had never used that word before, but it felt natural. I said “Mister. You want to fuck me?” When I think about it, I can’t believe I said. After getting no reply I opened the door slowly poking my head around the door. Sighing happily to myself that my sister definitely wasn't here. I stepped into her room and closed the door a little I moved towards to the corner of her room moving closer to her wash basket. I lifted the top off the basket and smiled as I reached down and pulled out a pair of my sisters lacy knickers, I heard the door open and heard my sister Becky shouting hello as she entered. I quickly put the let back onto.