“So,” said St. Peter, “We will start with an easy one so you won’t get too nervous. How many days start with the letter T?” Forrest thinks a...d thinks, rubbing his chin and finally says “Well, I reckon there must be two, Today and Tomorrow.” St. Peter is taken slightly aback, but after a brief pause says “Well, Forrest, that wasn’t quite the answer I was thinking of, but I have to admit that you are correct and so I will give you credit for that question. Now the next question is a little. With my sister. And I didnt feel bad about it. Not even one small tiny electron bit. The question was how was she feeling about it? I mean, I am kind of sure it was nice for her. But one thing that I have learned is that girls are emotional when it comes to sex. Was she regretting it? Doing it with me? Would things be awkward now? God, I hope not. That will be one thing I wont be able to handle. I had to talk to her. Holy lord, what if she never talks to me again? No Im probably just thinking. Reaching for the 1st item I gently moved your left arm and moved it into position and tied the wrist to the bed post with the silky material. Gingerly I did the same with your right arm. You didn’t even shift or stir whilst I did this, which made me chuckle silently. No face down with both arms tied into position you was at my mercy. I moved pillows to either side of your waist and one to near your feet. Slowly I reached for the second item and with a defiant and gentle flicker I ran the item. They almost try to feast on her nudity in their dreams. Anjali is a calm, shy girl who doesn’t speak with men often. But she speaks a lot with me as I am her only brother. We are kind of close almost like intimate friends. After she attained puberty, I pass comments on how pretty she is getting each day. She would give a shy smile as a reply. But I never imagined to bed my own sister which I am doing now. It all started when our parents left us alone as they have to attend a wedding out of.