Actually, I thought to myself, we enjoy being together so what difference does it make if I AM her brother? She’s a girl, isn’t she? … and i’v... read stories about brothers and sisters having sex with each other. That’s when my thoughts began to focus on Sandra and then other thoughts and realizations started to sift into my consciousness. For the last year or so, she’s almost constantly hung close to me, whenever I’m at home. The possibility of fucking Sandra was one that I’d never thought of….. It was pretty, there was a colored rose engraved into the heart but I didn’t see anything particularly unique. I’d read enough stories on Lush to have an idea what the significance probably is. “The clasp. Do you see the clasp?” I looked at the chain. I didn’t see a clasp. It appeared to be a solid chain. I looked at her quizzically, “How?” “The chain is welded. I can’t take it off. The ring holding the heart is welded too. I had the jeweler weld them in place so it wouldn’t come off."The. Like a train gaining momentum, the excitement and anticipation of each other's bodies was carrying us toward the bed. Kissing, biting, squeezing, and stripping each other in the darkened room with only the lights of Minneapolis illuminating the room.She was amazing. She was blonde, petite; maybe about 5 feet tall, but she had amazing curves. I would call her a small BBW. This is exactly my type. My hands traced the outline of her hips as she undid her jeans and I slid them and her panties down. ’ Daddy said, his fingers playfully darting over my face, he boobed my noise and gave me and endearing smile, then his hand wandered further down, grazing my clavicle, caressing my boob until eventually his whole hand cupped my boob. Flesh spilling out between his fingers. My nipples got hard and aroused and there was a strange tingle between my legs. I vaguely knew that that tingle was signaling horniness, but my mind was getting number and number with every gulp of milk that I swallowed..