I felt virginally shy, my cheeks warming with a blush as my little sister stared with such intensity at me. I felt her desire for me rippling through ...he air. I shrugged the straps off my shoulder while holding the cups to my tits.“Ooh, don't tease me!” she moaned. “That's my job.”I giggled. “Sorry, you're not the only one nervous.”“Nope, you're older and you got the cock. You have to be all sexy and confident. I'm the little virgin about to be deflowered.”I arched an eyebrow at her. “Mmm, my. .., well you know I have to find release somehow otherwise I will remain awake all night."I knew that she and her friends often talked about sex in school and being twelve she certainly was well informed on the matter. She knew exactly what I had been doing to her."You're my brother, you can't do this to me. This is incest, it's horrible of you to treat me in such a way." Listen Linda, I can't help myself. As long as you are in my bed, I find it impossible to sleep unless I get this release. I hoped she wasn't sore but, if she was, well I figured I could live with her moods in the long run. Or not.Jennie fixed herself a cup of coffee and waited patiently for the stove timer to signal the muffins time to be devoured. I was attempting to be jovial about things but I could tell Jennie was still pissed. Finally, she spoke."So, my sister get spanked, I have to lick her asshole and you get off scot free. Is that how this works Jeff?" She said eyeing me warily."Oh, now Jen, we were just. I listened to the message by myself and then played it back again. I had that hollow, sinking feeling again. We had become less important and we were truly on our own. I did the only thing I could think of on a lonely Friday evening. I called Pat Carver and invited her to a barbeque dinner on Saturday. I was more relieved than delighted when she accepted. I had also invited her kids, but both were busy and with my two out on their usual Saturday activities, there would just be the two of us..