I would have married her for sure if it was not for the regrettable circumstances of our blood relationship. My family was overly fond of close family...relations but such a union was not even imaginable in the society in which we swam as little fish in a big pond with a need to obey the rules in order to survive.We were to make an expedition to a neighboring town this very evening and I planned to expose my sister to the highest bidder for a lively game of spanking and if she were so inclined a. I feel my cock hardening already from the anticipation.You see me drop my pants, exposing my hard cock that has its mind set on your ass, and you bend over slightly as I lube myself up and you put your hands on each cheek and you show me your tight asshole. My cock is eagerly waiting. I then squeeze the tube of lube and squirt some in between your open cheeks. I through the tube down on the floor and I put my left hand on your hip while my right hand guides my cock to your waiting. Above me, behind me, out of sight, was a boisterous choir practice. All women, unless Little Anthony and his cousins were in this part of Queens. I didn’t recognize the hymn, nor the language. Later, on the train back to DC, I tapped Dr. Google on the shoulder. Polish. Well, Kalinowski. Made sense.I looked around, didn’t see anyone in the nave, nor in the sanctuary behind the rail. To the right, a door in a wooden confessional cabinet swung open. I took this as an invitation. Now I wasn’t. My mind was a cocktail of blurred thoughts and emotions.It made me wonder if maybe we had accidentally stumbled onto the missing ingredient in our relationship. Maybe anonymity was the piece of the puzzle we were searching for? You know, that raw, uninhibited fucking of someone we doubted we would ever know, or meet again. My cock twitched at the thought of perhaps there being a Round Two.I walked past them into the hall bathroom and took a nice long piss. Several minutes, and a few.