And no it wasn’t because we had sex. Which we didn’t. I’m not interested in girls that way. Although she is. When I found that out I wondered if...she was the one that had touched my pubic hair and my clit. Although I hadn’t told my parents that part either.My dad looked shocked but then he straightened his face and asked, “And where is that monster of a sister of yours?” Dad said that in a teasing tone.Later I stood in the shower and looked at my breasts. I squeezed them where my sister had. Though I must admit, in the heat of the moment, the thought of an extra cock or two turns me on." Were you serious about keeping me locked up in this thing until vacation?" That I was absolutely serious about. I want you locked and loaded for our little holiday."I didn't argue. I didn't want to discourage her exploring my fantasies. Although it was uncomfortable at times, I was able to get through the next couple of days with relative ease. I could feel myself start to get horny again but did. That was another first for me. No guy had ever called me beautiful before and I never thought the word could hold so much meaning. I used it quite frequently to describe a scenery, or a book I read, or a model on Instagram, or for my best friends, and I would've thought that the commonplace of this word may have drained its meaning, but no, no, coming from him, it was incredibly special.I didn't know what to say back so I just nodded and I was sure that I was blushing. He put a hand behind my. She said that she continued to kiss him and play with him but thinks she was too enthusiastic as he had started to come just before he could get it up. This was a bit disappointing for her as she didn’t get to come - all she got was a very sloppy load on the outside of her pussy and her inside leg!She added that she was sure he would contact her again as he was sure to want to do better. She had got dressed quickly without any shower and when I got home and took her to bed I enjoyed playing.