"I took a deep breath. "You mean taken care of by someone other than yourself?"Her look was so piercing, so long and quiet, that I thought she'd never...respond. "I don't know, I've never tried it with anyone. It might be interesting."I didn't know whether to shit or go blind. Here my little sister had as much as offered herself to me, in one way or another, and I didn't know what to say. If I was too crude, she'd turn away and I would lose a great opportunity. I decided to shut up. Instead, I. “You know that Richard is my fairy godfather and that I owe him everything and that he and I love fucking each other and now you are worried that I will be upset because you spent all last night fucking each other!”“How did you know that – did he tell you?”“Certainly not! Two reasons I know that – firstly you have got that lovely post-intercourse glow which you can only get from prolonged fucking; and secondly, if I had been in your place, I would have done exactly the same.” She reached out. He drew with what looked like a 5" twig sharpen to a point, but there was no charcoal or lead point; there was no ballpoint or nib for ink. Yet this twig made not just black lines and curves, but as Dave spoke the black lines and dark shades change to the color Dave spoke. I felt an uneasiness. How could this happen? Watching black lines change into other colors.Dave must have sensed my uneasiness. He looked at me with his head slightly sideways, and he wore a soft smile as if to say do not be. I sat up in my bed, and listened carefully, she was there, in there. It was the most exciting moment, blood rushed towards my pussy and I felt myself getting wet again, and as my hand slipped down to soften the intensity, I realised I was still naked. In the darkness my eyes widened, and I looked at the beautiful girl, her moaning was still getting louder, and I recognised she was on the verge of having an orgasm. I put the quilt closer to my face, to disguise my snooping and listened as I.