" I told her I would have to go into her from the back, because she had to hold the chair against the door. She said, "That's ok, just do it now..." Her hand came from my hair to my fly. She unzipped me quickly and pulled my pants down. She again told me that she wanted me in her. She got out of the chair to turn around and hold it up against the door. She bent over slightly then and dropped her panties. As the soft target was exposed she looked back at me anxiously. My penis. But we were sister and brother. I did nothing, she did nothing. We sat glued together until mother called us for supper. As days went by I learned to look at her greedily. I was ready to gaze at her breasts years without blinking. She too was ready to be blushed endlessly when I gaze at her. I followed her everywhere to get an opportunity to view her cleavage. She showed it at every opportunity and I admired and got crazy thinking about her breasts. She was sixteen but her breasts were really. " He grinned and eased back and forth slightly. "She told me that women didn't have orgasms. There was no biological reason for it." And she believes that? I mean the part about not having orgasms." She kissed him. "You keep this up and I'm going to have one." I think most women here have climaxes." He began to pull back just a little farther each thrust."I read that only three out of eight women have a climax from screwing. Of course around here I think it's closer to 99 out of 100." There. Those fantasies are great motivation to keep climbing even when it becomes problematic. Penny's eyes are stinging with sweat, and she has to bat aside the foliage. Her muscles sting with the strain, but her pussy is raging with sexual need. Up and up, she goes as her lungs feel as though they will burst at any moment. Suddenly, she bursts out onto the main trail again. Penny is almost at the top of the steep hill. Dazedly, she observes a fork in the track. One route goes higher, and the other.