Rick and I couldn’t see her slit because Cari’s hands blocked our view, but once again as she got closer Erica opened her legs a bit further. Cari...continued massaging. I was pretty sure she had to be at touching the edge of Erica’s outer lips.After a few more moments she stood up and said, “Okay Erica, turn over onto your back.”“Oh, that’s not necessary. I can get the front of me. You don’t have to do it,” she said as she sat up.“Don’t be silly. I’ve got the lotion on my hands, and I don’t mind. He knew his behavior could be annoying. He didn't honestly mean to be annoying but he had not the experience yet to have had developed a razor-edged wit the likes of which she had. So he had pushed her until her frustration grew too great."If you're not going to take our time together seriously and talk with me then fine. I can almost tolerate that. But I'll not tolerate you laying here with me acting like you're more interested in playing with crayons then at least listening to what needs to. . hell, I didn’t even know what it would do. Would her mind just adjust to any discrepancies between how she saw the world, and general societal opinion toward brother-sister fucking?Or would it break her?Even though I knew I was treading on thin ice, I couldn’t stop myself. I had to keep exploring, keep asking questions.Over the next twenty minutes, I blew right past my standard time-limit, asking her every hypothetical I could. I asked her how she wanted to fuck me, and got her to describe it. My mom made every attempt to ease my nerves. Her motherly voice was hollow, offering little to find comfort in. I knew she was trying her best, but behind the words, she too remembered her experience. I know, just not sure I want Dr. Andrews seeing me in that way. I was comfortable with my doctor, but had never revealed much of myself to a guy before. Sure he had depressed my tongue, pressed the stethoscope against my chest, but my mom had done me the disservice of explaining the vaginal and.