Sometimes, my sister would be covering herself with a towel, but there are many occasions where she did not.Even when I walk into her when changing, s...e wouldn’t budge. God, I loved seeing droplets on my sister’s bare skin. Teensy fat over her belly, and that navel.. I am literally running out of words to describe her.I wanted to hold her hips, run my fingers over her shrunk belly, and play with her navel; but I never made my move. I knew it was off limits.But it all changed one fateful day. I. ..uuhnnngghhhhh..." My hair seemed to be everywhere as I came in a rush of intense sexual gratification that seemed to radiate outward from my pelvis into all my extremities. I grasped for her, pulling at her hand to continue to perforate my sexual soul as it burst into a thousand stars on the edge of her bed. It was more glorious than I could have imagined.I lay aghast, my mind reeling from the ride my body had just taken. A cool sensation kissed the skin around my swollen vagina. I opened my. We really didn’t think this was going to come together, but here he was. Breaking the embrace first, he gently stepped back. ‘It’s really good to see you,’ he said. The smile was still there, but softer. Bit of a sensual look there, a wicked part of my mind said. I told that part of my mind to shut up for the moment. His tenor voice held a bit of roughness from what he had told me was a recently-quit 15-year addiction to cigarettes. That’s a voice I could wake up to, that same wicked part of me. Compelled by an unfamiliar voice in my head I started to repeatedly chant my new sissy mantra again. It was difficult to sleep for more than a few hours at a time, the dark hid how long I was in my little box, disorientating me when I woke from my vivid sexual dreams. Hard as I may try, all I could ever accomplish with my fingers in my sissy pussy was a light arousal and my nipples and throat seemed to have lost their sensitivity, I had been stripped of any toys or means to masturbate properly,.