She climbed on the bed with me as I lay there pretending to be asleep and she moved next to me. I felt her hot breath on my neck as she snuggled in ag...inst my body and again I thought of what Troy had said. But what if she was just lonely and wanted to cuddle? I lay there quietly, not moving and waited to see what she would do next. After five minutes or so I heard her begin to softly snore and maybe five minutes after that I fell asleep myself. In the morning when I woke up I saw that she was. "I'm not teasing," I said slowly and seriously, shocking myself with this boldness. It was the first time I had ever made a pass at my sister. Her eyes widened momentarily, and she glanced furtively at his tented pants again. Raising her eyes, she studied his expression. "You're serious, aren't you?" Very, Sara. I've wanted you for as long as I can remember." You've been the subject of many masturbation sessions of mine when images of you flash into my mind I become aroused." I wanted to tell. .. real. This time we would complete all the love play. This time he would race in and out of me. This time I would take his lovely prong, eagerly feel him feeling me up inside. He looked up and kissed the top of my head, nuzzled my hair. I couldn't take my eyes off his cock, though, as it began to violate my wet spaces. It looked so lovely, my heart was just brimming, beating hard, beating faster. I took a deep breath and I pushed against the lovely big prick and slid over it another inch. It. I could never see what the fuss and bother were about. I did enjoy orgasms some of the times that I had sex, but never more than one. I never saw the fireworks or had the intense experience that some of my girlfriends described. Truth is, I didn't miss it. All sex was to me was a pleasant form of exercise. I never understood the difference between sex and making love.I met Don the summer after my freshman year. I had gotten a job as a counselor at a summer sports camp and had a two-week.