Mother was holding her under her arms while I was holding her legs and as we got up the stairs I had a perfect view of her plump thighs and her white ...anties still higher up; even her absorbing pad under the crotch of her panties was outlined.Even though I was fourteen at the time, it was the very first time in my life that I had looked at my sister as a member of the opposite sex. I must say here that Nicole at the time was beginning to develop into a woman and her breasts were rather large. I decided to go to sleep. I still had her in my arms but sex was not what she wanted. There was a little day light coming in the window when I woke up. Emma was sound asleep. I was horny. She had turned me on. I wanted to fuck her. I was confused, almost still dreaming. I couldn’t see right from wrong. I was going to fuck her. I was going to fuck her now. My cock was hard. I must have been dreaming about her. I started rubbing myself hard. I was so hard my dick wanted to explode. Emma was. I flipped page after page, enjoying the sunshine, when all of a sudden the story got steamier than I expected. It was a simple paragraph about two people doing it against a wall; pretty straight forward, but it got me thinking. I put my book down, leaned back, closed my eyes, and lost myself in a fantasy. Usually I can enjoy a five-minute fantasy and go cheerfully on my way, but today was different. The more I let my thoughts wander, the hotter and hotter I got. Finally, I knew I couldn’t go. I learned a whole lot more than just a nice hobby too. I learned just about everything that I know about sex and the people in my community from our gatherings. I affectionately call our gatherings the ‘Stitch and Bitch Club.’The women are all much older than I am and some are really old like my grandmother. I found that if I kept quite they would forget that I was even there and that they would talk about anything and everything. They talked about whether or not their husbands were fucking.