“I’m not prepared,” I answered. “They are in my room.”“They” being the box of Trojans she got me earlier in the week.“I don’t want t...em. I want you. I want you to fill me.”Our lips met and it was dry ice again. Susan helped me to position myself. I paused a moment to take it in. I was between the knees of my sister. I took in the view of her body, from one pair of starving lips to the other. She moved her hips, begging me to make love to her.Her legs funneled my vision down to her sandalwood. Most of the stuff was small enough to get down the elevator either in the boxes they came in or fully assembled. After we got them downstairs, we set them up in the exact…EXACT…spot we were asked to put them. Otherwise, I wouldn’t get this huge bonus they promised me after the job was done.It took us 2 days to set up all of the shit they had given up. It seemed like a bunch of normal bdsm club shit. St. Andrew’s crosses, burgundy drapes, we had to build a throne seat and a platform in front of. The next few days were fun for me. With my mother, and the "gang" at thehangout referring to Karol as my girlfriend, and me as her boyfriend;and the fact that the last (puppy love) girlfriend I had was when I was12 years old, I too looked at her as my girlfriend. The hardest thingwas acting down to their ages but I soon got used to it.Her birthday was the funest. She looked so dam cute in her party dress.I was, quite naturally, invited to her party, along with the "gang". I,we, wore casual. I looked down at my sister who was on her knees in front of me. She looked into my startled eyes and breathed quietly “Relax Brad, you look tense.”“I’m you brother” I whispered back. She looked at the other six then into my eyes again, “Nobody cares right now” then she slipped her mouth over the end of my cock.Hav ing my sister sucking my cock caused a swirl of hormones to dump into my blood. She was the forbidden fruit, banned by custom and law but when she tapped the tip of her tongue on.